Drive Me Crazy

by Rebecca Jenshak

  Fuck me. Could I really sit here and watch her do this? Talking dirty and prancing around in lingerie was one thing, but I was so close to coming in my pants just seeing the pucker of her perfect ass, I knew I was in too deep. Metaphorically speaking.

  As her delicate fingers reached for the vibrator, I stood and adjusted myself. I was dizzy — no doubt from a lack of blood flowing anywhere but to my dick.

  She hesitated. Her eyes snapped to mine and she scrunched her eyebrows together in disapproval and then widened as they dropped to the tent in my pants. She gulped, and her sweet nipples pointed through the thin white shirt. Was she embarrassed that she’d made me hard? What the hell had she expected? She watched me move to the door, but she didn’t follow me. From the darkness of the hallway, I could hear her fake a moan and then the hum of a vibrator. Andrew’s voice was the last fucking thing I heard before I slammed the bedroom door.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Naomi

  I came hard for Andrew. I’d never not faked an orgasm on camera, but this one came with no effort and shattered me. Every muscle quivered from the tremors that had wracked through my body.

  Grady.

  It was the only variable I’d changed. I wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of having someone in the room that had primed me or if it was who had been in the room. I’d pictured him still watching me while I’d shouted out for Andrew.

  I showered, letting the water soothe my nerves and wipe away the layers of Princess Peach, while I considered my next move. Tonight hadn’t proven anything to Grady. I was sure of that. He’d walked out because he thought I was childish, immature, a whore. I thought I’d come to terms with what other people thought, but his approval still meant something to me. I’d had a crush on him since I was sixteen, and even knowing he only saw me as the annoying obligation Nathan had left him, I still cared what he thought.

  Lathering up and rinsing quickly, I was out of the shower in record time and dressed in a light cotton dress with my wet hair loose around my shoulders. I was at the front door, my hand on the doorknob, with the intention of meeting up with friends for a late drink, before I saw him.

  “Oh, my God you scared me. Have you been here the entire time?” I asked, holding a hand over my rapidly beating heart.

  He sat in the dark, the expression on his face unreadable.

  “We made a deal,” he said roughly. “You never said I had to stay in the room.”

  I opened my mouth to refute, but he stood and the look in his eyes made my mouth go dry.

  “You’re still hard.” The words tumbled out before I could stop my internal dialogue.

  He laughed gruffly. “Trust me, I’m painfully aware.”

  I’m sure the surprise was written all over my face. “My live stream ended an hour ago.”

  His eyes were a dare.

  “I just thought…” My words trailed off.

  “You thought that I could listen to your little moans and screaming orgasm without getting hard?” He shook his head. “I’m only a man, sweetheart.”

  Maybe it was naïve to think he would have been able to watch without getting hard. Or that in the time I’d finished he would have had time to relax. I got that regardless of who I was, there were things he couldn’t control even if he wanted to. Still, I felt a new sense of confidence knowing I had been able to turn him on.

  “What did you think?”

  “What did I think? What kind of question is that?”

  I rolled my eyes. “I get that you don’t see me the way the guys online do but give me your honest opinion. Without your high moral condescension,” I added before he could tell me one more time that being a cam girl wasn’t a real job.

  “You’re sexy and smart. You kept it fun and entertaining. I can tell you spent a lot of time preparing.”

  I started to smile.

  “But Naomi, no matter how fucking gorgeous you are or how hard my cock gets, you’re not going to convince me that this is what you should be doing with your life.”

  He thinks I’m gorgeous?

  “I can help you find a job. I have tomorrow off. I’ll swing by in the afternoon, and we can check all the local spots.”

  “I have a job. This is my job. I’m good at it, and I don’t mean the fucking part. I’m good at organizing and scheduling and it makes me feel good to make connections with people. What’s the big damn deal?” I was practically shouting when I stopped and met his dark, hooded gaze.

  He stepped forward until I could feel the length of his erection against my lower stomach. I gasped and he smirked.

  “The big damn deal is that I don’t like the idea of dudes getting it off behind a computer screen while you flaunt your body as if it’s nothing. You’re a Lamborghini acting like a Camaro.”

  “Excuse me?” I raised my eyebrows at the car analogy.

  “When you have a Lambo, you treat it special. You drive it hard and fast and then you park it safely in the garage and hand wash and wax it every weekend. You don’t drive it down gravel roads and take it through those cheap, gas station car washes.”

  “I’m sorry, how does this relate to me?”

  “You’re a Lamborghini, Naomi.” He ran a hand through my wet hair and made a fist, forcing my chin up. “Any man that gets to drive you needs to treat you like a goddamn princess the rest of the time.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Grady

  Rolling over onto my side, I nearly jumped straight out of bed when I saw the time on the clock. Twelve-thirty? I couldn’t remember the last time I slept past nine on my day off. Then again, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d tossed and turned in my bed alone. At one in the morning, when I’d still been hard as a rock and no closer to sleep than I’d been before I’d jerked off twice, I’d considered calling someone. I wasn’t proud of the fact I had a list of girls I could call for no-strings-attached sex, but it was what it was. In the end, I’d decided that even I wasn’t low enough to fuck a girl with the image of another burned in my brain.

  After a quick shower, I downed a protein shake and a banana and was out the door on my way to Naomi’s. I wasn’t sure I could convince her to seriously look for another job, but I was determined to give it my best shot. It was that or a lifetime of regret for not honoring my promise to Nathan.

  I walked up to the front door with images of the woman inside on all fours and her sweet moans from last night echoing in my ears. “Sweet Jesus,” I muttered looking up at the sky and saying a silent prayer that I could keep it together.

  A minute went by after I rang the doorbell. Then two. Her Jeep was parked out front so I knew she was here. I pounded on the door a couple times and yelled from the doorstep. “Naomi, it’s Grady. Open up.”

  Another minute.

  I tried the door and it pushed open. Why wasn’t I surprised she left it unlocked?

  I peered into a quiet living room. No sign of her. “Naomi,” I called again as I shut the door and crossed the living room. I checked the kitchen and laundry room — both empty.

  “Naomi, are you here?” I pulled out my phone to dial her when she appeared in the hallway. Eyes half-open, hair in a mess of tangles around her face.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked, sounding genuinely surprised and looking every bit as young as she was in cotton shorts and a white tank top that showed off a strip of tanned skin just below her belly button.

  “I told you I’d be by today to help you look for jobs.”

  She turned without a response, padded back down the hallway and disappeared into the last bedroom on the left.

  I cursed under my breath and followed her. The room was painted pale yellow. A floral quilt had been thrown to the bottom of the bed, and she was sprawled out with a white sheet pulled up to her waist.

  “Get up.”

  “No, I have a job. I don’t need to look for one.”

  I had her in my arms before I could change my mind. She squealed as I carried her over my shoulder into the attached bathr
oom and placed her upright in the shower. She looked angrier than a hornet as I turned the water on blast.

  “Shit, that’s cold!” she shrieked.

  The thin shirt molded itself to her tight body and the pink outlines of her nipples became visible. The anger left her face as she followed my line of vision to her breasts. Her breathing hitched and her nipples tightened.

  I turned before I did something stupid. “We’re leaving in five minutes.”

  By the sixth stop, it was clear it was harder to find a job in this town that I had thought. She’d filled out a few applications anyway, probably to appease me, and was told they’d keep her on file in case anything came up. She’d been ogled everywhere we went.

  “You get that no one is going to hire me, right?” she tossed at me as we got back in my truck and I pulled out onto the main drag of town.

  “Something will come up. People quit jobs all the time.”

  “You really don’t get it.”

  I turned to look at her in time to see her shake her head and look out the window.

  “No one is going to hire Princess Peach.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous.”

  She snapped her head around and met my gaze. “I guarantee if you called that restaurant right now and asked if they were hiring they’d say yes. Getting told to fill out an application is the equivalent of being told to get lost.”

  “Why’d you do it then?”

  “Because I knew you wouldn’t leave me alone until I did.”

  “Fair enough.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Okay, so the places we went are run by judgmental prudes. Where do you want to work?”

  She lifted an eyebrow.

  “You know what I mean. What places do you like to go to around town?”

  “There is one place that always treats me well.”

  “Great, let’s go there.”

  I wondered what category I fit into. Had I been one of the assholes that had treated her badly? There’d been no subtlety to my opinion about her job. Did she know that wasn’t because I thought less of her? The very opposite, actually. I thought too much of her.

  She gave me directions, and as we drove out to the far east side of town, I was eager to shake the hand of whoever had been nice enough to not make her feel like a prostitute. I was also eager to go back to every place we’d been today and give them a piece of my mind. If I had to kick my own ass, I would. My thoughts drifted to Nathan. Had he known she’d been getting treated like a leper around town?

  “I should have known,” I mumbled as she directed me to pull into the parking lot of Big John’s.

  “Live a little,” she dared, jumping out of the truck before I’d even turned off the engine.

  Big John’s was an adult store. I hadn’t been in it myself, but I’d been in enough stores like it when I was younger. Giant neon letters in hot pink and electric blue on the shop’s sign burned obscenely bright even in the afternoon sun. The parking lot was empty. Thank God.

  Naomi threw her arms around a big, burly older man. She was happier than I could remember seeing her.

  “Well if it isn’t my favorite customer,” the man said as he stepped back and smiled down at her.

  I’ll bet.

  “Who’s this? Finally settle down and get a nice boyfriend, Naomi?”

  She laughed, and I wanted to kiss the humor right out of her.

  “John this is Grady. He was Nathan’s best friend and has named himself my new protector.” She rolled her eyes.

  John looked me up and down with a smile, but to his credit, he kept his thoughts to himself.

  “Nice to meet you, Grady.”

  I stepped forward and extended a hand. “Likewise. Quite a store you got here.”

  “Got a whole room of videos and magazines in the back.” He tilted his head to the rear of the store.

  “Thanks, I’m just here for her.”

  “Any new clothes since last week?” she asked, pointing toward a rack of lingerie filled with pleather and nylon.

  “Sure are. Take a look at the far end. I think you’re going to like them.”

  Naomi bounced off, and John and I were left in an awkward silence.

  “So, Grady, what do you do?”

  “I work at the fire station.”

  “A firefighter, eh? Just like Nathan.”

  I nodded. Nathan was the reason I’d done it. He’d always been more of a saint than a man, and he’d dragged me along to meet Chief Karl when I’d have rather been sitting at home playing Xbox and waiting until nightfall so I could find the next party. He’d saved eighteen-year-old me.

  “Thank you,” I said quietly, not sure exactly how to phrase my appreciation. “You’ve been good to her.”

  He nodded but crossed his big arms over his chest, and I realized she already had at least one protector in town, and he’d been doing a far better job of being her friend than I was.

  “It’s recently come to my attention that not everyone in this town has treated her with the respect she deserves.” My eyes were drawn to her across the room. Her mouth moved to the lyrics of the pop music playing over the speaker, and she moved her head with the rhythm. She looked like a regular, carefree twenty-two-year-old, and I knew right then I’d do anything to keep that look on her face.

  “She deserves so much more,” I said more to myself than to John. He smiled when I lifted my eyes from Naomi to meet his. “Let her know I’ll be in the truck waiting for her.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Naomi

  Grady had been quiet on the drive home. John had liked him. Had told me he was “one of the good ones.” Whatever that meant. Something shifted between us today. He seemed less stiff, less determined. I was under no illusion that he’d changed his mind about me, but had he decided I was a lost cause? I wasn’t sure I was ready for him to give up on me. The truth was that I had no idea if I was screwing up my life. Being a cam girl was fun and it was lucrative. I was making far more money than any of my friends. I could handle the upturned noses around town. They hadn’t so much as looked my way for the first eighteen years of my life, so being seen through the eyes of disgust was better than not being seen at all.

  “Are you coming by tonight?” I asked when he’d pulled the truck up to the curb in front of my house.

  “We had a deal,” I continued after he’d met my eyes and held it for a moment not saying anything.

  “Your deal is bull shit.”

  “Because?”

  “Because…” he started and placed both hands on the steering wheel in front of him, wrapping his hands around the black leather and squeezing until his knuckles turned white. “I can’t be objective about what you’re doing when all I can think about is fucking you.”

  My jaw went slack.

  “Oh come on, you can’t be surprised by that. Every guy we saw today wanted to fuck you.”

  “Princess Peach,” I whispered. “They want to fuck Princess Peach, not me.”

  He nodded slowly.

  “So, now what?”

  I wasn’t sure what I was asking. Was he done trying to protect me? Had he given up? Would he disappear from my life now?

  “I’ll be by at eight.”

  “You will?”

  “Yes, you’re right. We have a deal. Surely I can suffer through a few more nights of this if it means you’ll stop doing it.”

  I felt the frown pull the corners of my mouth down. Suffer through? Was watching me really such a terrible task for him? Men paid me to watch through a computer screen and he was getting an up close and personal viewing, and he was suffering?

  With a little extra determination, I jumped down from the truck, new clothes in tow, and forced a big smile. “Great, don’t be late.”

  Suffer through. That phrase ran in a loop in my head, each time it fueled my desire to show him just how much I could make him suffer. He might not like me or even respect me, but I knew damn well I could turn him on, and if that was what I had to do to prove a point, I�
��d make sure no woman could ever compare to the show I was going to put on for him tonight.

  Usual preparations for a work night honestly didn’t vary much from a regular night of a twenty-two-year-old. I showered, I put on makeup, I picked out my outfit and then proceeded to obsess over those decisions up until the final moment I walked out the door. The difference — besides the outright provocative costumes I wore — was that, instead of going to the bar or a club to hang out with friends and wait for guys to approach us, I walked across the hall, opened my computer, and let the men come to me.

  I tugged at the zipper of my jumpsuit, pulling it up so that my cleavage was completely covered. I was showing far less skin than usual, but I wanted tonight to be different. I considered it fate that among John’s new inventory had been a racecar driver jumpsuit. It fit my curves perfectly and seemed appropriate after Grady’s car comment.

  It was clear that last night I’d made a wardrobe mistake. I’d dressed up like a schoolgirl when that’s exactly how he saw me — as a child. Young, naïve, off limits. Tonight, I was going to show him I wasn’t a child anymore. And I was going to prove to him that not only was I able to take care of myself, I was as much a woman as any of the women he’d been with.

  Grady’s reputation wasn’t that of a womanizer, but as far as I knew, he hadn’t dated anyone seriously. Whether by design or not, he kept his relationships casual. Ironically, he’d slept with far more people than I had, but because men paid to see me naked and because I was a woman — because let’s be honest cam guys don’t get near the bad rap that cam girls do — I was the whore.

  I navigated to the Wet & Wyld website and logged in to the Princess Peach Party Room. I did something I hadn’t done since I’d been working and closed all private bookings for the night. There goes my bonus for the month.

  After typing up a quick note to let people know I’d still be live but not available for one-on-one’s, I felt ready. If the site administrators got wind of what I was doing they’d probably fine me, but I’d deal with that when the time came. A smile pulled at my lips and I did my best to ignore the nervous butterflies that had taken up residence in my belly.