Camp Paramore

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  When Avery finally showed up, he said it was time to begin my training and off we went to Paramore. His stoic attitude wasn’t helping. I just wanted a few minutes to clear the air but he was all business. How could I have turned down Dorian’s request? It would have ruined Avery’s billion-dollar deal. I couldn’t live with that, but I’m not sure the alternative was any better.

  I was a wreck when I stepped into the classroom, as Avery escorted me down the hall from his office.

  It was lined with four pillar king-sized beds around a large group of chairs in a large circle. Drapes and curtains lined the walls and the canopies over the beds. The chairs were large with square arms like high-end plush office furniture.

  This was where I would be spending every Friday, for the next few weeks, learning how to be a movie star’s plaything. Lucky me.

  I was in a bitter mood today. Avery barely spoke to me. He kissed me angrily on the lips then turned back down the hall. But not before I could see the pain in his eyes.

  Honestly, I didn’t understand what all the fuss was about; I was doing this for Avery. Sara gave me the third degree when I told her what I’d agreed to, while Colt sat silent, and Colt never sat silent. He was forthcoming about most things.

  “Hello, Aria, welcome to housegirl 101,” Sienna said. “Here’s your baby-doll t-shirt. Take off everything but your panties for the beginning. I’m going to pair you up with Ethan and Wren as study partners since you know each other well,” she winked. Ugh.

  I looked around the classroom of about thirty people, men and women, and I realized they were the only ones that I knew.

  She turned to the class and addressed them. “Everyone this is Aria. She’s going to be Dorian Macallan’s new housegirl. Give me a few minutes to get her up to speed, then we will start today’s lesson.” Sienna sat beside me and everyone fell into light chatter all around us.

  I ignored Genevieve and Jezebel’s glares and turned toward Sienna. They weren’t happy about my being added to Dorian’s servant staff either.

  Sienna then began her lesson. “A housegirls’ duties are to make absolutely sure that every need and desire of the client are promptly and completely fulfilled. If Dorian asks you to do something, if it’s inside your parameters of what you two have discussed, and it’s legal, then do it. Now you understand, for example, that we can’t tell you that if he wants you in an orgy that you have to join him in the orgy. But we strongly encourage you to offer your client luscious pampering and Aria; you’re whom he chose. Your client should be the most important person in the world to you. In the past, he’s sent away many of the girls after just a few hours because he gets bored. He’s not easy to please. It’s my job to make sure you are a skilled professional who Dorian can indulge with and wants to keep around. There’s a lot of work to catch up on. Here is the Camp Paramore manual, please read it this time,” she explained as she handed me a thick book like the one we got when we stayed the first night at Camp Jameson.

  “Ethan and Wren are familiar with some of the techniques. They have trained here since August and will walk you through some of the more personal situations like BDSM Advise and Consent. Avery’s okay with Ethan and Wren being your lab partners. He chose them personally for you,” she added. I nodded stiffly and she continued.

  “On your first day with Dorian you will spend time getting to know each other. Ask any questions that you want. This situation is a little different since he requested you in his final weeks. When a client first books either a fall or spring session at Paramore, they fill out an extensive questionnaire. Then they review our database of that session’s houseboys and girls and choose a proper servant based on a number of identifying characteristics and personality traits. At Paramore, a house servant is not simply chosen based on their looks. As you can see by the people in this room, they are all above average in attractiveness. We use special software that screens potential matches for our clients based on temperament and personality. You see, there has to be chemistry between a house servant and the client. You weren’t screened or part of that process, so there’s no telling how Dorian and you will get along. We are all hoping for the best…especially Avery. Dorian understands this and has agreed that he will be patient with you until you get acclimated to his likes and dislikes. He will advise you on his expectations and set the rules of consent. He may ask you to do some things you’re not used to but he always has to get your consent to play. Then it will be full speed ahead. I do have to warn you that his appetite is insatiable, so keep a generous amount of lube and Tylenol around. You’re probably going to be sore. Make sure you get a good night’s rest on Fridays. Dorian’s been known to go all night. And I promise you, he will use every minute of his time with you up until midnight. Do you plan on staying the night?”

  “No. Of course not,” I proclaimed.

  Pierce interrupted, “He doesn’t know the meaning of the word no.” I didn’t see him enter the room and stand behind us.

  “Stick to your guns. Aria, I know that this contract with Dorian means everything to Avery, but I don’t want you to hurt my brother,” Pierce said.

  “This won’t be easy for him,” Sienna added.

  “If there is any way that you can keep Dorian in his room and not flaunt you in front of Avery, please do it,” Pierce whispered in my ear.

  My heart clenched in my chest. Why was everyone making me out to be the bad guy? I was doing this for Avery for Christ’s sakes. Nothing more.

  “Take a breath,” Sienna urged.

  I hadn’t realized I wasn’t breathing. My palms were sweating. This was now becoming real. This was going to be harder than I thought.

  Pierce faded into the background, addressing the rest of the class as Sienna continued with me.

  “Okay, now for the difficult part. Starting tomorrow, you are Dorian’s. Saturday is his day to spend with you. If you see Avery downstairs, you can’t talk to him unless Dorian gives you permission. You are Dorian’s to do with what he wishes until midnight. He has requested that you will wake him at eight in the morning and you will be dressed only in a Bordelle black lace bra with matching panties, and black heels. From this point on you are only to wear Bordelle lingerie. I already have your size and colors ready for you. Dorian has expensive taste. If you are caught wearing any other brand, you will be taken to the dungeon and you will be placed on the spanking machine. I should warn you that Dorian likes to discipline his housegirls. So, be careful. Prior to waking him, you will have his bath drawn and ready to go. As he is bathing, you will prepare his breakfast and set out his roses and candies. The kitchen will bring them up freshly made but you will lay them out however he asks. You may even find him eating breakfast off of you,” she smiled pitifully.

  My head was spinning. I paraphrased what I needed to remember in my head and replied. “Yea.”

  “This is where his fantasy starts and you’re the main attraction,” she said. “In this customized manual, we included a list of his likes and dislikes as well as a profile summary of his fantasies up to this point. You will find all the proper etiquette of a housegirl. Any questions so far?”

  I skimmed the pages but none of the words sank in. “Am I doing the right thing?” I blurted.

  Sienna reached out and held my hand in hers and I was met with her sympathetic eyes. “I know you’re only doing this because you’d do anything for Avery. Sara always said you were a martyr,” she disclosed.

  I bit my lip nervously and tried to keep the worry from showing.

  “This won’t be easy. Just remember a shark only gets close to you because he wants to devour you.”

  I scanned Sienna’s face. “You don’t think I can do this?” I asked.

  “I know you can. The question is, will it go too far?” Sienna never gave me a chance to reply as she stood and moved to the front of the class.

  “Okay, class. Does everyone have his or her assignments?” she asked. Everyone nodded. Pierce had instructed them while Sienna was tutoring
me. “Everyone to his or her designated mattresses. I’ll be around to help with any questions.”

  Ethan stood in front of me with his hand stretched out. I put my hand in his and rose to my feet. Wren followed behind me. I tried to fight the frown that was forming when I looked over at Sienna.

  “Our assignment is to make sure that you can please Dorian in every way. So I have to say I’m looking forward to this,” Ethan grinned while Wren snickered.

  Ethan saw my panic. “The first thing to learn is a London Bridge,” he said.

  “I know I’m going to regret this, but what is a London Bridge?” I asked.

  “Well, pretend you’re in London and you want to cross the river. I am one tower and Wren is the other tower and you are the bridge between us,” he said in a very serious manner.

  “Ugh, this better not be some cheap ploy you guys are using just so you both can have sex with me at the same time,” I said, scolding him.

  “Why, we would never do that. Is this your first time with two guys?” he asked stepping close to me.

  “Yea, technically. This is the first time with only me and two guys without another girl present,” I said nervously.

  Ethan smirked valiantly. “This is going to be so much fun. But first, Aria, do you consent to having a London Bridge?” I nodded. After all, what choice did I have?

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle until you tell me not to,” Wren said.

  I wasn’t worried. I knew that Ethan and Wren had done many threesomes together. It was what they were known for and apparently, I was their next adventure, but I was panicking a little. It had been awhile since I’d been with someone else without Avery being there.

  “Is anal off limits?” Ethan asked trying to see where my panic was coming from.

  “Duh…I’m not ready for that,” I breathed.

  They both nodded and we made our way to the corner of the room where a king-sized bed sat with flowing white satin sheets.

  Large TV monitors above every bed switched on and started playing porn and I saw several couples already getting down to business trying various techniques. This was so hard without alcohol to loosen me up. I’d been with each one of them before and it was hot as hell, but both together was really awkward.

  “Cheers,” Ethan said, handing me a double shot of Jameson. Oh, thank you alcohol Gods.

  I smiled and downed the shot with them and I felt myself begin to relax, then Wren handed me another. That one went down even smoother. I swear I really developed a taste for Jameson this past summer. Avery called it singin’ juice because he always did a shot before he sang to me.

  Ethan and Wren then stripped from their robes to reveal their naked bodies curved and lean with every muscle bursting forth and chiseled, but a large part of me was disappointed that Avery wasn’t there. Okay, get it together girl…every girl in this place wants to be with these two.

  My inner thoughts were confirmed by the heated stares that were radiating from the opposite side of the room as Genevieve and Jezebel glared at me with their impetuous eyes.

  Ethan lay down on the bed and guided me next to him. He then leaned in and kissed me softly and I remembered last summer with him instantly.

  I leaned my body in closer and deepened our kiss. If I was going to do this, it wasn’t going to be half-assed.

  Ethan lightly moaned and pulled me up against him, while his hand traced over my hip up to my breast under my shirt. He used his other hand to help guide my shirt over my head.

  Ethan lowered his head and licked my breast. Wren moved in behind me. His hand traced my backside as his fingers rubbed my center.

  “This should warm you up a bit. Now, I want to see you to take control,” Wren said.

  “Let’s see what you can do,” Ethan challenged.

  I smirked up at him. I pushed him back against the bed and climbed over him. I raked my fingernails up his thighs and he shuddered.

  I took his hard length in my hands and shifted closer. I lowered myself down to him and teased him with the tip of my tongue. I took the rest of him in my mouth until he hardened further.

  Ethan threaded his fingers around my hair showing me how much he liked the feel of me sucking his arousal. His hips gyrated to the rhythm of my mouth and the heated look he was giving me told me more than I needed to know. Ethan still wanted me.

  I sucked him like I learned back at Camp Jameson when we practiced on bananas in oral sex class, only right now his steel tasted better to me than any banana.

  I felt Wren shift behind me. He raised my lacy panties from my hips and lowered them down my legs. I shifted to help remove them.

  Wren spread my legs wide and I felt him nibble at my inner thighs with his teeth. His soft warm kisses were memorizing every inch of me again. He was always so passionate, so gentle but firm, and all consuming.

  I was lost in desire with Ethan throbbing in and out of my mouth when Wren brushed the back of my legs with both his palms and trailed up to my now moist honey pot.

  I ran one hand over Ethan’s firm stomach as my other hand held him firm and stroked his thick hardness.

  Wren dipped two fingers inside me as my vision blurred. These two were incredible lovers.

  I had heard of people always fantasizing about being with twins, but I never thought for a moment I would ever get to. It was seductive. I definitely loved the twin thing.

  I felt Wren’s fingers move in and out of me until I felt him shift around in the bed until he was closer to my center.

  Ethan’s eyes were fixed on me and absorbing the entire show before him, my sucking his manhood while his brother sank into me from behind. Ethan’s hips pulsated to each of Wren’s strokes behind me. Jesus, this was a London Bridge and it was hot as fuck. Wren fucked me so hard I thought I was British.

  I ground back against Wren as he moaned. Ethan hissed as my mouth formed a tighter grip around his wet, hard length. My saliva dripped down his shaft moistening his girthy piston. His hands interweaved a tight grip through my hair, and I loved feeling his impending need.

  Moans flooded the room while the sound of my heart pounding loudly in my ear pushed me higher to that one place where I loved to go so much.

  Ethan kept his eyes on me. Wren and I could see that he was quickly losing control.

  Wren picked up the pace; tightening his grip on my hips.

  The sound of our slapping against each other overtook the other couples on the neighboring beds.

  Bed-by-bed they slowed their own pace in order to take in our earnest show of passion.

  I sucked in a breath. My body was wound fast and my insides tightened around Wren’s hardness. My body begged for release.

  “That’s it, Aria, let go for me,” Wren said.

  I sucked Ethan harder, gripping his penis tightly, moving it forwards and backwards with my body as Wren rocked me in motion.

  Each one of us was pushing harder and faster as the moment of release escalated beyond anything I could ever have dreamed of. Being with two guys was extraordinary. Exquisite. Heaven and sin all wrapped up into one and I needed more.

  Wren let go inside me and pumped faster. He let out a guttural sound from his throat.

  Within a few seconds, I followed him. I couldn’t concentrate anymore. My head faded into dizziness.

  Ethan’s chest was heaving and he was looking at me like the wolf at grandmother’s house.

  Wren pulled out and moved away from me and he let his hands skim across my ass.

  Ethan moved over and pulled me down to straddle him.

  I sucked in a breath as he slipped inside me. They were twins but Ethan was slightly larger in the pants department.

  My eyes shot to his and the connection between us was indescribable. I missed him. Ethan was by far one of the mildest mannered guys I had ever met; he was so nice and understanding.

  He reached out for me and brought me to his lips. His kisses grew possessive and I could tell that he missed me too.

  Wren’s hands
trailed down my back and I felt his body overshadowing us.

  I sat back and ground against Ethan. Ethan took hold of my hips and Wren’s warm hands cupped my breasts.

  It was exquisite to have the touch of two twin men and feeling how much they cherished me.

  Wren kissed my shoulder and I tilted my head back to him. He rushed to kiss me.

  I was consumed with the feel of Ethan thrusting inside of me and Wren caressing me while his tongue darted deep inside my mouth. I had never felt so much pleasure before.

  Each one took his time slowly and deliberately pleasuring me. Wren sucked on my lower lip then released it. His eyes were sultry as he moved to my breasts.

  Ethan reached down and began rubbing on my clit. I threw my head back and cried out.

  “That’s it, Aria. Let go, baby. I need to feel you cum for me,” Ethan urged.

  I could feel him grow harder inside me, signaling his impending release. I let the burn take hold of my body.

  Wren sucked harder on my breast while gently nibbling carefully on my nipple.

  Ethan pushed a little harder on my clit and rotated his hips to go deeper.

  White heat surged through me and I shuddered. Each wave held me in ravenous explosion and seared over me.

  Ethan thrust a few more times inside of me and let himself go, all while my body trembled in reoccurring explosions.

  “Jesus, Aria. You are so beautiful when you cum,” Wren said.

  Ethan lowered me back down to him and kissed me. It was a kiss laced with more feeling and tenderness than I was willing to admit.

  He lifted me off of him and I sank against his chest. He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

  Wren moved in behind me and took me a second time, and when he finally finished, he lay down beside me and let his arm fall around my waist as he cradled me.

  “Missed you, gorgeous,” Ethan said softly, as he raised his hand up and caressed my face.

  Wren pushed in closer to me from behind and covered us with the silk sheet.

  I lay in their arms staring at the soft curtains of the canopy around us. I was glad for the semi-privacy.