I raised my eyebrows at him and downed the rest of my wine.
Sean’s, Ethan’s, and Pierce’s heated looks all rested on me while Sienna replayed the story for them. I had to admit, I felt sexier than ever before.
“Ok, I just have to ask. Why does everyone care so much?” I said.
“I don’t,” Caitlyn snipped.
I ignored her and looked to Sean for his reply, but it was Pierce that answered.
“Your innocence is very sweet. It’s like honey to a bear. You indulge in it until you are submerged head to toe and left quivering from exhaustion. That’s the only way you can tame the monster.”
I blinked in shock at his words. Oh my! My arousal quickly fell as his words sunk in. Left quivering from exhaustion. The memory of my unmentionable night with Avery at the Ball flooded to the forefront of my mind. It was too similar.
My eyes searched Pierce’s eyes for an answer to the question that rose to the front of my mind. Did he know?
He smirked and winked at me. Fuck. Of course he knew. He was Avery’s brother and he was there to witness our argument during bungee jumping. The feelings of that evening only brought back my anger about how naive I’d been. Pierce probably wanted his turn.
I shifted in my chair as my hand tilted my glass back and I took a big gulp of wine and emptied my glass. That was my only escape.
“Need a refill?” Ethan said to me, holding out his hand for my glass.
“Yes, thank you,” I replied. Our hands brushed and I glanced up to his eyes. They were kind. I smiled softly and gave him my glass. Ethan was so nice. He hadn’t pushed me away yet, so there was hope. Maybe he could help keep my mind off Avery. I was so tired of being played. If I knew what to expect in a relationship it would be much easier. Just sex. I could do that. I smiled to myself. Ethan interrupted my internal monologue with a full glass of wine. He held up his beer to me in our own private moment. His eyes were soft brown and he had dark hair. He could pass for Avery’s brother but I bet he could make me forget all about Mr. Jameson. I quickly decided I wouldn’t let Avery hurt me anymore.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Ethan said, leaning in toward me.
“I’ll give you a thousand pennies if I don’t have to answer that,” I quipped. I glanced over the fire to see Pierce’s eyes boring down on me. Caitlyn giggled and flirted with him but he wasn’t looking at her. He was listening intently to my conversation.
“Pierce, you and Avery could be twins. I love the highlights. They make you look sexy,” Caitlyn’s prickly voice rang out amongst us. Pierce grimaced.
I closed my eyes, trying to get the image of Avery’s face from my mind, then looked to the flames in front of me.
“Don’t feel like talking?” Ethan asked.
I shook my head and tightened my hand around my glass.
“So, let’s get drunk,” Ethan said.
“Sounds wonderful,” I replied, not looking up at him. I felt myself loosen up immediately. There was no pressure with Ethan. He was so laid back.
I took another sip of my wine, hoping that the alcohol would make me forget Avery. Deep down in my heart I knew that I never would. He was already a part of my being. I had given myself to him from the very first day of camp. He just didn’t know it. So, I took another sip of my wine and told myself that I needed to let him go. He was never mine for the taking. I inwardly chastised myself for being a fool and for thinking that I could fall in love in a place like this.
“How do you like your classes?” I asked. I had to think about something else before my anger got the best of me.
“This place is awesome. I never could have imagined anything like it.” Ethan cleared his throat. “I’d like to take you into a room sometime. The offer is always open.”
“I’d like that,” I said, before I could stop myself. I saw Ethan visually relax next to me. He was just as nervous about asking me as I was in accepting.
“Maybe Wednesday?” he asked.
“We’ll see…I’d say there’s a good chance,” I replied.
Caitlyn scoffed and rose to her feet and stomped in front of Ethan.
“You’d go in a room with her but not me?” she barked to him. Ethan nervously ran his hand through his hair.
“Mind your own business, Caitlyn,” Pierce answered, witnessing the entire exchange.
Caitlyn looked back at Ethan. “I don’t believe this. I’ve been asking you for two weeks and you said you weren’t ready.”
“I said I wasn’t interested. You heard what you wanted to hear, Caitlyn,” he sighed. Caitlyn turned on her heels and stormed away.
“What is it with that girl? Can everybody just get over her already? She’s not even that pretty. She’s lanky like a hotdog, I mean really, who wants to fuck a hotdog?” Ethan asked.
We all snickered as we watched Caitlyn leave. She just kept yelling to herself as she disappeared into the darkness. Just great, I thought. I didn’t need another reason for Caitlyn to be mad at me.
“What the hell was that about?” Colt asked, stepping out of Sienna’s back patio door and putting his shirt on. Sara was in front of him looking at me with curious eyes, but her body screamed sex and satisfaction.
“Caitlyn,” we all managed to say in unison. Laughter rang out amongst the back patio and we quickly fell into comfortable chitchat.
A few hours later, and countless bottles of wine and beers between us, we finally said our goodbyes and dispersed for the night.
Back at the cabin, I crawled into bed and slipped under the covers. I drank more than I intended, but I was so relaxed and my mind was at ease, so it didn’t take long for me to fall deep asleep.
∞∞∞
The piercing sound of an air horn beside my bed jolted me from my sleep. I screamed out in surprise. My eyes snapped open to a large costumed bunny head that was staring at me only inches from my face.
“Aaahhh!” I screamed again. I jerked about like a freshly caught flounder slipping through a fat kids’ greasy hands. A blood-curdling scream erupted from my lungs again as I convulsed and rolled to the other side of the bed onto fiery pinching and snapping on my body. Snap! Snap! Snap! Pinch.
“Owww!” I screamed, then rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a loud BWWUUMP! And suddenly the room burst alive with great thunderous noise that burned against my skin as it sounded. The pain pinched my bare legs, through my panties and tiny white t-shirt at a rapid firing pace. It took the breath right out of me. Snap! Pinch. Snap! Snap! Snap! Pinch, pinch, pinch. Snap!
“Owwwwww!” Pain, pain, and more pain! I struggled to turn over but everything happened so fast. Pinch. Pinch. Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! “Owwwww!”
“Sara!” I screamed out. “Owwww!”
The bunny person ran into the living room and out of the back patio door. Snap! Snap! Snap!
“Owww!” I reached my hand out and gripped something small and rectangular from underneath my right hip. I brought it up to see what it was. Snap, Snap, Snap!
“Mousetraps! Mother fucking mousetraps!” I yelled. Snap. Snap. “Owww! Jesus!” The more I moved the more they snapped. Snap. Snap.
“Oww! Fuck!” There were hundreds, maybe a thousand of them. Snap. Snap.
“Owwww! Where do you get this many fucking mousetraps?” Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.
“Owwwwww!”
Sara came storming into my room with wild bed head and broad eyes of a deer in headlights, trying to figure out what all the noise was. Her mouth dropped open.
“What is going on in here? Who filled your fucking room with mousetraps?” Sara asked in a fevered pitch.
“I’ll give you one good goddamn guess who!” I seethed at the very top of my lungs. Snap! Snap! Pinch. Snap!
“Owwww!” I squealed.
The traps went mostly silent and I was finally able to sit forward. Red blotchy marks filled my entire body. Every so often, you’d hear a singular Snap! Sara reached out, and helped me to my feet. We both turned and looked at the widespread laye
r of mousetraps beside my bed.
“That bitch is going down!” we said in unison.
DAY SEVENTEEN:
WEDNESDAY NIGHT
NAUGHT SECRETARY THEME PARTY
“I just finished my third year of Law School at Berkeley. That’s all my life has been for three years. Being here is a nice change,” Ethan said.
I was getting comfortable with Ethan over the last few days. It was the Wednesday night Naughty Secretary Theme Party. We were the last ones sitting at the table. The music was pumping through me and I had to admit the atmosphere was intoxicating. Everyone was getting very drunk. I filled Ethan in on last night’s prank and explained why I had so many red welts and bruises. Makeup just couldn’t cover them all. I looked like a red felt pen.
I really liked naughty secretary night. I wore a short black lycra skirt and tight white blouse unbuttoned enough to show a very generous amount of cleavage. My stockings were thigh highs but I opted not to go with a garter belt as the stockings stayed up nicely without any help. As always, my black platform heels and thin librarian glasses rounded out my look. I took a sip of my Jameson and Diet Coke then licked my lips. Ethan’s eyes darkened and I noticed he was staring at my lips.
“What?” I inquired. He chuckled.
“What’s it going to take for you to put that beautiful mouth on me?”
I giggled as he stood from his chair and pulled me up towards him. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I returned his kiss gratefully.
“Let’s go,” he urged. Before I knew it, he was leading me down the hall toward our own room.
He brought me in and slammed the door shut with his foot, locked the door, and tossed me onto the bed. He slipped off his shirt and laid over me.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. Let me fuck you, Aria,” he said, waiting for my approval. I grinned and nodded.
His lips rushed to mine and we both let out an urgent breath. He stripped me from my blouse, bra, and panties and trailed his rough hands over my skin. I closed my eyes and let him devour me with his lips. My heart pounded in heavy rhythm beneath my chest. My hands found the button of his dress pants and I quickly undid them. He slid them away and urgently returned to heavy kisses against my neck and down my body. His stubble grazed across my navel as he made his way downward.
He trailed kisses down my thigh and up as his knee forced my legs apart. My hips moved upward in anticipation. My body hummed with desire as his tongue found my red velvet canyon. He let out a guttural groan and his tongue went to work tasting me. Apparently, he loved how I tasted and I loved how our bodies craved one another. Lusting after each other but nothing more, this wasn’t emotional. This was lust and I loved it.
I was so close to climax when he flipped me over, smacked my ass and took me from behind. I let out a loud moan as he buried deep inside me. He was inexorable in his quest to feel every inch of my insides.
I came quickly the first time but he didn’t stop and let me fall limp around him; he pushed me further, and harder.
He brought me back up onto his lap and slowed his pace. I was sitting back against his legs when he reached around and began circling my clit. I threw my head against his muscular chest and let him take me.
We pulsed into each other. He was deep inside me and very intimate. He planted soft kisses against my temple as my legs stiffened. His hot breath beat against my neck. His body wrapped itself around me from behind. All I could feel was him sliding in then out, but that was all I wanted.
Our bodies were glistening in sweat. He pressed one hand against my lower stomach and pulled me tighter against him. I was lost in him, but he was found in me, as he ground slowly in and out of me for what seemed like an exquisite eternity.
His fingers refused to yield against my clit. My body exploded around him and he thrust into me three more times and let himself go. We crumbled to the sheets in coital bliss. He pulled me against his chest as we both desperately tried to catch our breaths. He kissed my forehead.
“That was well worth the wait,” he panted. “I’m in awe of your body, sweet girl.” He ran his hands over my breast and down over my buttocks.
I smiled at his compliment and let my eyes close for a few minutes, until I felt him hardening against me. I smirked up at him. Round two.
∞∞∞
A few hours afterwards, exhausted and barely able to stand we dressed inside our bedroom of inclination. Ethan then went to the bar to get a drink and I stayed in the bedroom a few extra minutes to freshen up and reapply some much-needed makeup and fix my hair. I was looking a bit haggard with my hair mussed and makeup smeared.
After I finished my transformation from the beast back into beauty, I stepped out of the bedroom to make my way down the hall to go find Sara. I never got the chance to tell her where Ethan and I headed off to and I didn’t want her to worry.
“There’s little Miss Popular. Have fun with Ethan?” Nate stepped in front of me blocking my exit. I stepped back against the wall to distance myself.
“You were in there a long time, Aria. Did he satisfy you? Did he finally make you forget about me?”
“You are such an asshole, Nate!” I said as my voice starting edging higher.
“I bet you like it rough don’t you. Ethan’s known for tossing girls around in bed. If I’d had known you liked that sort of thing maybe I would have kept you around longer,” he said, rubbing his hard shaft against my pelvis. I pushed him away with my hands.
“Fuck off, Nate,” Sara’s voice called out from down the hall as she headed my way helping me distance myself from him even further.
I glanced to movement in the doorway behind him. Caitlyn was there, leaning in the doorjamb, watching the whole thing. I scowled at her, thinking of those fucking mousetraps she left for me in my bed this morning. I clenched my fists at my side and took a step forward toward her to knock that smirk she was wearing off her dumpy horse face. But Nate quickly stepped in front of me and then stepped back to take hold of Caitlyn’s hand and both of them snickered with their snakelike grins. I swear they were both pure evil. God, I hated them both. Why would you even come to a camp like this just to be assholes to people?
“See you later, Aria.” His eyes were cold and my body trembled. There was something off about him. Caitlyn followed behind Nate, holding his hand. They both deserved each other.
“Fuck you, Nate!” I said. “Maybe I’ll come slap those grins off both your faces.” When I finally snapped out of my fury, Sara was holding me back by the arms and trying to calm me down.
“Let it go. She’ll get hers. That’s a promise,” Sara said through clenched teeth. She was fighting this as much as I was.
We walked back toward the main ballroom when laughter broke out all around the hall. Everyone gathered around the multiple TV screens that lined the entire room, watching something attentively.
“Nice bed head, Aria,” Kennedy snickered.
My mouth dropped open as I noticed I was in my bed as someone filmed me from my bedroom window.
I watched as the bunny, who was clearly female, leaned forward and put her face right next to mine and blew the air horn point blank in my face causing me to startle awake and roll off the bed onto those fucking mousetraps. I could see them snapping away and me screaming for Sara.
Laughter filled the great hall as the bunny scurried away but not before someone else grabbed the camera.
I couldn’t look away. It was like a bad car accident, only I was the intended victim, and I knew the outcome. My face reddened as the laughter grew with the finger pointing. Now I was the mousetrap girl. Great, another nickname, I thought.
The recording was looped because it began all over again. The laughter rose louder each time it started over, but then suddenly the monitor went dead as I turned to see Avery with the remote in his hand.
“Aria,” he said with deep concern in his voice. “Tell me who did this.”
I shook my head at him and barre
led my way through the hall. I pushed past Ethan, who was heading back with a drink for me, as tears of anger were falling from my eyes before I could stop them.
Avery was the last person in this world I wanted to deal with right now. I could feel both Ethan’s and Avery’s eyes follow me out of the ballroom and into the warm night.
DAY NINETEEN:
FRIDAY AFTERNOON
LAP DANCE CLASS
Sara and I hurried through breakfast ignoring the people still pointing and snickering at me out in the open. Lunch was the same way. They didn’t even have the decency to hide it. These people may be rich, but some of them weren’t very classy.
After we finished lunch we headed toward Prentice cabin. Sara stopped me.
“Don’t worry about it, Aria,” Sara said. “We have to wait until her guard is down. She’ll expect it if we retaliate right away. Let’s make her think that she’s won. Let her gloat.” I smiled weakly and nodded.
“I’ll see you later,” I said, then turned and walked into Prentice cabin.
When I arrived at Prentice, I hadn’t even realized that Colt hadn’t been to lunch with us until I saw him talking on the cell phone in his office. He looked surprised to see me. I was earlier than usual but today was my solo lesson so I wanted to get as much in as possible.
“Sienna’s covering another class today, it’s just you and me,” Colt said.
I pulled off my pink baby doll t-shirt and shimmied out of my shorts then set them on the bench beside me.
Colt switched on the sound system of the pole-dancing classroom and moved his chair closer toward the center of the room. I looked to him curiously as slow sexy jazz filled the room. I had no idea what he was planning. He wore a wide grin on his face as he blacked out the one-way mirror that led to the hall and locked the door. I didn’t know that was an option.
“What are you up to?” I asked pouring myself a glass of whiskey. I took a big gulp and felt it relax my body almost immediately.
He dimmed the lights with the remote and looked up to me with a heated look.
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