“Really?” Camellia asks, her blue eyes wide. There is something amazing about Camellia. She is such a polar opposite to the women I normally spend time with. Her innocence and lack of agenda nature is strangely compelling.
“Yes, really.”
“Oh, whoops,” she says, leaning over to pick up her scarf, which has just slid from her shoulders.
“What’s that?”
Camellia blushes, again. Her hand knowingly and rapidly going to her shoulder.
Does she ever stop blushing? And just how far down does that blush go?
“Oh, it’s nothing,” she says as she quickly drapes the scarf back across her shoulders, this time knotting it more securely.
“Camellia—”
“Oh, fine,” she says, her voice almost petulant.
At least her walls didn’t come back up.
“This is my best dress. I bought it used and the shoulder seam had to be repaired. I did it myself, but I’m really not the best seamstress in the world.
She has a good eye for clothes. It’s a good dress, even if it is damaged. She has potential.
—
“Just this corner is fine. That’s my building right there,” Camellia says, pointing to an older building. It’s rundown, but the grounds are maintained well and the neighborhood looks quiet and safe.
“Pull over here, Toby.”
“Well, thank you for a nice evening,” Camellia says, suddenly shy.
“It was my pleasure,” I say. Her scarf slips again and I stare at the curve of her neck into her shoulder. Her skin is pale, with just the lightest sprinkling of freckles. Those freckles on her neck give me an instant hard-on, the pressure building in my cock so much it’s nearly blinding.
I reach out and stroke her neck with a finger, lightly.
“Oh!” Camellia says, putting her trembling hand over mine.
She turns her big blue eyes to me, her lips parted to reveal the tip of her pink tongue.
“Come here,” I growl, running my hand down to her back and pulling her towards me. “I want to see what you look like when you come.”
Camellia’s face flames in a new blush that creeps down her neck and under the neckline of her dress.
“I… I’m not sure about this,” she says, though I see her glancing down at the bulge in my pants. She doesn’t make a move to pull away or resist as I pull her even closer to me.
“Straddle my lap,” I demand. She’s so close, I can feel her hot breath coming out in uneven bursts. She glances towards Toby, but I reach up and turn her face back toward me. “Toby, start driving. No particular destination.” I press a button and the privacy window rises. “Don’t worry about him. The window is soundproofed. Mostly.”
She starts to glance away again, but I hold her jaw and force her to look at me. Without a word, she slides up her skirt, revealing lacy pink panties that barely cover her. “Like this?” She asks, awkwardly spreading her legs across my lap.
“Yes, like that,” I say, feeling my thick hard-on rubbing almost painfully against my pants.
“What… what do you want me to do?” Camellia’s eyes are big like saucers and my senses burn with the primal urge to fuck her and fill her up with my cock right now. But no. Right now, I want to see her come. I will fuck her, but not tonight.
“Look into my eyes.” I slip a finger into her panties. She’s slick with wetness.
“Oh,” she says, her body instinctively rubbing against my finger. Her eyelids fall partway and she bites her lip. “That feels… so good.”
She gasps and I slide a second finger into her panties, running it along her crack and through her slick juices. I push my fingers between her lips and rub her clit. Camellia moves her body up, but I follow her with my fingers, not allowing her to escape.
“Ride me,” I demand, holding her close to me while I stroke her faster and faster. She’s quietly moaning, slowly giving herself over as I work her clit in little circles. “Don’t stop looking at me.”
She opens her eyes and there’s a wild look in them.
Jesus, this is so wrong. For a millisecond, I think about stopping. There is no way I should lead on a sweet young girl like this. I’m not the committing type and it’s cruel, because Camellia almost certainly is. Yet with her riding my hand, her body angling and begging for me to slip my fingers into her tight pussy, nothing short of a nuclear explosion could stop me from making this girl come all over my fingers and my lap.
“Oh my God!” Camellia moans, her legs quivering atop mine and clenching my legs.
“Are you close to coming?” I ask, watching her dilated eyes.
“I… oh my God… I… think so…” She grinds down on my fingers and it takes more control than I knew I had not to plunge into her and invade her tight pussy. She’s going to come on my fingers, but I’m going to show her what an earth-shattering orgasm is really like, and she’s going to be clenching my throbbing, thick dick when she does.
I’m on the verge of exploding in my pants, just watching Camellia as her walls come crashing down and I see lusty abandon taking control of her. The idea that I’m the first man to give her an orgasm is more potent than I would have imagined. No one else will ever be able to do what I’m doing now. Fuck. She is so undeniably and righteously sexy as her orgasm starts, it’s better than any drug I’ve ever tried.
Camellia grinds into my fingers, whimpering as she works for her orgasm. Soft moans escape her mouth and her body starts trembling and quivering.
“Look at me,” I demand. The car bumps over a pothole and that sends her over the edge. She gushes over my hands and keeps moaning softly, her blue eyes wide as saucers. The look of vulnerability in her blue eyes shakes me and I don’t protest when her body goes limp and she wraps her arms around me.
I hold her soft body, listening to her breathing steadying.
Toby hits another pothole and the spell over Camellia is broken. She looks at me with something that looks like fear, then quickly slides off my lap. As the car comes to a stop, she tries to push her skirt down as she fumbles with the door.
“What the fuck?” I mutter. Is she really trying to run away? This has never happened to me before.
Before I ask her what the everloving hell is going on, her door is open and she starts climbing out. She turns and glances at me, that freckled neck beckoning me again, but she bolts without even closing the door. I move over to the door to try and figure out what’s just happened, but she’s gone running up the street we just drove down.
“Home, Toby,” I say, closing the door. The pressure in my cock is unbearable.
By the time I’m home, I am rock hard and raging for release.
I unbutton my pants and grasp my hard-on, roughly rubbing my thumb on the head of my cock. I need release more than I have in weeks. I consider going out to pick up some easy pussy from one of the bars where I know I can find a woman ready to suck me off like a pro and then bend over while I fuck her into oblivion.
I pull up Raymond’s number on my phone, ready to invite him on a prowl, but hesitate. Anonymous and casual sex is far from new to me. It’s what I do. But now? I have Camellia on my mind and not any of those eager women I’d find down at the exclusive bars I frequent. My desire for a one-night fling is gone.
The only woman I want to hear screaming my name is Camellia. Only Camellia.
What is it about Camellia and her sweetness that has burrowed so deeply inside of me? Is it because she’s not calculating? Because she’s not predatory towards my name and my bank account?
My hand moves up and down my long, thick shaft and I twitch as I imagine Camellia’s soft, small hands exploring my cock and her big blue eyes gazing up at me as she kneels before me.
“Oh, sweet motherfuck!” Thinking about Camellia’s pink tongue pushes me over the edge faster than I imagined and I yell as my load erupts and goes airborne, flying so far come rains down on my coffee table.
When was the last time I masturbated to the same woman twi
ce?
Never.
“Oh. My. God. You did what?!”
Felicia’s eyes are so big I swear they’re going to pop out of her head. I knew I shouldn’t have told her!
“Are you going to make me repeat it?” I ask. What I did with Blake was so… so unlike me! It felt so filthy and wrong, but also so fantastically wonderful!
“Sweet Jesus fuck,” Felicia says, adjusting her sundress so the skirt isn’t on her legs.
It’s a super-hot Spring day and of course I don’t have air conditioning and of course we don’t have any money to go anywhere nice that does. One day. If I haven’t totally blown this job, I’m totally going to take Felicia out once I get paid!
“My little Cammie is growing up! Have you heard from him?” I still haven’t told Felicia that Mr. Sexy Suit is my new boss and thankfully she’s not pressing me about his identity, though I know it’s only a matter of time.
“Oh, no. I’ve totally fucked things up, haven’t I? There’s no way he’s going to want to work with me now!”
“Girl, I bet he comes running. Don’t you know how pretty you are?”
“You’re just saying that,” I say. I know my body is fine, but I’m certainly no supermodel.
“Have you seen the women he’s dated?” I say, exasperated. “I Googled him. It’s a long line of supermodels. I am so not a supermodel!”
“But he’s into you!”
“No, he’s not! He hired me for a job. Last night was…” I blush at the memory of me straddling his lap, his hand in my panties, the hot explosion of my orgasm. “It was such a mistake. I’ve probably blown it!”
I look around my tiny apartment. There’s no way I’m getting out of here now. I’m not even sure I’ll be able to afford school in the Fall, if I don’t get this money. Aunt Anne always said ‘never be a waitress,’ but I don’t know how I’m going to be anything else if I can’t go to school. It’s not like I even want to be in school, but what else is there?
Felicia strips her dress off, so she’s just wearing her bra and panties. “I’m ready to go beg on the street, just to get money to buy you a fan!”
“If only there were space on my credit card, I’d totally buy one,” I say.
We both jump at the sound of someone knocking on my door.
“You expecting someone?”
“No, but put your dress back on!” I say, getting up and taking the five steps to my front door.
“Hello?”
“Delivery for a Miss White?”
“Hold on,” I say, then undo the locks on my door.
“Just sign here,” the delivery guy says, handing me a big box. “We’ll be back up in a few minutes with the rest.”
“Hi there,” Felicia says, her voice dripping with invitation. The delivery guy is pretty hot, with his shirt sleeves rolled up and revealing muscular arms. Normally he’s the kind of guy I’d smile at, too, but despite everything, I can’t keep thinking about Blake. I thought we had a little spark of something, but I haven’t heard anything from him today, so of course I’m just stupid and wrong about that. Besides, he’s used to dating glamorous, successful women. Why would he be remotely interested in a nobody like me?
“Hi,” he says, giving Felicia a long glance before turning and heading down the stairs. As soon as he’s out of earshot, she says, “Oh my God! Did you see how hot he is! I’m totally going to give him my number! And what’s in there?”
“I have no idea,” I say, taking the box over to my bed. “I certainly haven’t ordered anything lately.”
“Whoa,” Felicia says as I pull the dress out of the box and hold it up.
I turn to my mirror and gasp. It’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever touched! It’s a modest sheath dress in black silk, with sweet little cap sleeves and a modest scoop neck in front.
“This must cost as much as rent for three months!” I exclaim, carefully putting it back in its box.
“Oh, look, here’s a card,” Felicia says. She hands me a fancy envelope and I slide out an embossed card.
Here are a few things for the events in which you will accompany me. BW
“They’re from him,” I say, my hands trembling as I clutch the card. “I… Holy shit.”
“See. Told you so! Oh, look,” Felicia says, turning at the sound of feet clomping up the stairs. “Hot Delivery Guy is back!”
“Whew,” he says, exhaling. “Where do you want these?”
“Uh, just over by the bed,” I say, staring at the boxes and bags they’re carrying. I swear there must be more clothes than I could possibly wear for this acting gig! But I’m certainly not going to say no to a bunch of expensive clothes!
“Okay. There you go,” the second guy says, looking around my apartment in confusion. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that the stuff they’ve just delivered cost way more than anything and everything in my tiny shamble of an apartment.
“Hey,” Felicia drawls, leaning against the door to my apartment and stretching out her body. Both of the delivery guys openly stare at her. “Are you boys busy later?”
“Maybe. Maybe not,” the second one teases, pushing out his chest a little. “Are you free later?”
“You bet I am. Hand me your phone,” she says, holding out her hand. She taps into his phone and I can hear her phone buzz in her purse. “There. I’m Felicia.”
The second delivery guy takes his phone and smiles at her. “We’ll text you later. Bye, Felicia.”
After we close the door, we dissolve into a bunch of nervous laughter. Of course she’s going to hook up with one or both of the delivery guys!
“Girl,” she says. “These clothes!”
“It’s so much!” It’s way too much, I know. But it’s been so long since anything really nice has happened to me or that anyone has done anything really nice for me, that even though I know I should refuse all of this, I don’t want to. “I guess I still have the job…”
“Duh!”
We open all the boxes and it’s like all the best pages of Vogue and Elle are laid out on my bed. Dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes, scarves…
“You have got to let me borrow some of this!”
“Oh, you totally can, once I finish this project. I can’t believe he sent so much!”
Before Felicia can respond, my phone starts ringing.
“Oh my God. It’s him!”
“Answer it!”
“Hi,” I say quietly. Even though I obviously still have the job, I’m nervous as hell to talk to him.
“Camellia. You received my gift?”
“Oh, yes! Thank you so much! This is so generous and these are so beautiful! I don’t know how to repay you!”
Felicia giggles, picking up a banana and making lewd gestures with it and her mouth.
Stop! I mouth at her.
“It’s nothing,” he says. Blake’s voice is so sexy and smooth, it calms me down, even though my stomach is doing somersaults as I remember his voice as he gave me the first orgasm that I didn’t give myself.
“Everything is beautiful.”
“Good. I’m glad you like it. Now, there’s a dinner tonight. Be ready at six. I’ll send Toby to pick you up.”
“Oh. Okay. Sure. I’ll be ready.”
“Good.”
I look at the phone. “He hung up without saying goodbye?” I say, turning to Felicia.
“Probably has his empire to run.”
“I have to be ready in a couple of hours! He’s sending a driver to pick me up. He’s taking me somewhere tonight!”
“I thought you had to work tonight?” Felicia says, drooling over a pair of red-soled heels.
“Oh, shit. You’re right.” I say, scrambling to find my phone. “Hey, Eddie. Can you cover for me tonight? I know it’s last minute. Look, I’ll cover two of your shifts, alright? Okay. Thanks a million!”
“You are so lucky!”
“I know, right? Hopefully there won’t be too many of these events, so it doesn’t jeopardize my j
ob, you know?” I’m sure Slimy Boss will have something to say, too, but I try not to think about that. Regardless of how much money this acting job is going to bring in, it certainly won’t last forever.
—
Felicia and I have done the most careful, classy makeup and hair job ever. We’ve searched on Pinterest for ideas and copied one. I have the lightest of eyeshadow and mascara on, and some pale pink lipstick. Blake told me I need to look innocent and conservative, so Felicia and I have tried to recreate a demure Breakfast at Tiffany’s look.
“There! All done,” Felicia says and I see her reflection in the mirror take a step back. She holds up a mirror behind me and I gasp.
“That’s the most perfect French Twist ever!”
“Thank God for the internet and how-to videos, right?”
“Oh my God, yes!” I squeal, looking at my reflection. Subtle makeup, sleek hairdo, the nicest dress and heels I’ve ever even touched? I feel like the kind of girl who regularly goes to fancy dinners and events. Or, at least I feel like I look that way!
A moment before six, I hear steps again outside my door and there are three sharp knocks.
“Hello?”
“It’s Toby. Are you ready, Miss White?”
I open the door and turn to Felicia as she hands me a little purse and my phone.
“Yep. All ready.”
“If you’ll follow me, then,” he says, quickly glancing at Felicia, before turning and walking down the stairs.
“Oh my God!” Felicia whispers.
“Isn’t it insane! A private car and driver!” I whisper back, locking my door and stashing my keys.
“Do you need a ride, Miss…?”
“Me?” Felicia asks. “Oh, no. I have to see someone about a delivery. Have fun, sweetie!” She says, giving me a hug and an air kiss.
“Bye!” I say. I turn and carefully step into the car, Toby holding the door open for me. “I could really get used to this,” I say quietly.
“You could really get used to what?”
“Oh! I didn’t see you!” I drop my purse and my phone and keys go flying around the floor of the car. “Oh, whoops!”
Without thinking, I kneel on the floor of the limo to pick everything up. My phone is right by Blake’s shoes. I crawl towards him and look up as I grab my phone. His eyes sear into me and he offers me a hand so I can get up.
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