Camp Paramore

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  Moans could be heard all around us as the other beds heated up after our show ended. Some were reaching climax and others were still enjoying their adventure.

  “I don’t like how Dorian is making you do this,” Ethan said, ruining the mood.

  “He’s not. I agreed to it.”

  “I’m sure he backed you into a corner. That’s how he is,” Ethan replied.

  “Avery wasn’t going to say yes. I said yes, because this will help Avery get what he wants,” I said, getting tired of explaining myself already.

  “Not everything,” he mumbled. “Look, Aria, I have to tell you this. I feel that I may never get another chance. I really care…”

  “E!” Wren admonished, using Ethan’s nickname.

  “Anyways…” he said, looking at Wren, then expelling a large breath of air. “I just wanted to say that if you were mine, I wouldn’t share you with anyone. Be careful, Aria. This would rattle any guy down to his core. Even Avery isn’t immune. He loves you more than anything. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Just don’t get caught up in Dorian’s games. Avery and Dorian are both Kings on different sides of the chessboard and you’re the Queen. Avery’s been your protector all this time, but now the walls have crumbled and the dark King is closing in.”

  I sucked in a breath at his earth shaking analogy. “I’ll remember that,” I said, knowing that Ethan was always a genuine guy.

  “Also, remember that I’m always here for you,” he said.

  I didn’t reply.

  ∞

  CHAPTER 13

  THE LODGER

  Friday Late Evening, November 2nd – Weekend Five

  “How ya doing?” Pierce asked, escorting me out of class. I’m freaking the fuck out. How the hell do you think I’m doing?

  “Fine,” I sighed. But truthfully, I just had a terribly sobering conversation with a pair of twins that I just had hot sex with, while everyone kept warning me about a movie star who apparently was obsessed with me. All while his current housegirls wanted to keep Dorian all for themselves, and at the same time wanted to steal my boyfriend...who was barely speaking to me right now…ugh; I just needed to go to bed.

  “I’m taking you to your dorm room now so you can get settled for the night,” he said, ushering me into the elevator.

  “Dorm room? I thought I was going back to Avery’s tonight.” Pierce wrinkled his brow and looked nervously at me.

  “Avery has already sent over your things. I’m sorry…I thought you knew. All of the new housegirls that work in the Manor stay in the dorm rooms on the upper floor of Paramore. You’re contracted for Fridays and Saturdays. So on those days you will be staying here with us.”

  “Wait. What?” No fucking way. “I want to stay at Avery’s…our house, I mean. I’ll never get to see him otherwise!”

  Pierce rubbed at his chin. “I’m sorry, Aria. Those are the rules. Welcome to Camp Paramore,” he said as the elevator doors opened.

  We stepped out into a small atrium and made a quick left then a right into a large hallway that seemed to go on forever.

  “But my boyfriend is the guy who makes the goddamned rules!” I barked.

  “Aria, to make this work and be a good housegirl, you have to be in the right mindset and staying with Avery right after you just left Dorian. Well, honestly I know you, and you won’t be able to flip the Dorian switch off that fast. It would be a disaster. Avery thinks this is for the best and I do, too,” Pierce said.

  “I can’t do this. I won’t,” I said, balling my fists at my side. “I barely get to see him now,” I pleaded.

  “Come on. It’s really not that bad.” I walked with Pierce down the hall to the east wing.

  I felt blindsided by all of this. Why didn’t Avery tell me himself? Why did I have to find out this way? The coward.

  “Suite 414. Here’s your key. You got the last room available. We’re packed with talent this session. I’ll be back to get you in a little while to check on you and go over final preps for tomorrow. Call Sienna or me if you have any questions. Dial seven on the phone and the dispatch will get one of us for you. Okay?”

  I nodded. “Thanks,” I said half-heartedly. I pushed the key into the lock, turned the knob, and stepped into spacious suite with two couches, two queen size beds that paralleled each other, each with their own desk. The room was adorned with ornate trim around the ceiling with a large screen TV in the sitting area and a small kitchen with a refrigerator.

  “Hi, roomie. They told me you were coming!”

  There she was, smiling, spread eagle, her vagina bared right at the door. She had one foot on the floor and the other cocked high on the desk in front of her mirror and she was fiddling with a tiny metal piercing in her taint area.

  “Oh, fuck no! You want me and Caitlyn to live together?” I seethed, and turned my head to scream at Pierce, but he was gone. I whipped my head in the other direction as an eerie silence fell about the hallway until I screamed “COWARD! You suck!” I could hear the elevator door closing around the corner.

  I turned my head back to face her as I stood there for a moment, gathering in the sight before me. That son of a bitch, this was his way of paying me back for all those arguments I won this past summer.

  Caitlyn kept her legs splayed wide as I moved into the room as if I were the walking dead and sat down on the bed across from her.

  My eyes stared numbingly at her as she struggled with a tiny metal ball between her legs.

  “You’re going to have to help me,” she said. “I’ve got maybe twenty minutes before my piercing holes close up. I had to take these out to clean them and my fingers are too fat to get the tiny ball on its nub.” She held up several tiny curved barbells and continued like all of this was perfectly normal. “It’s called a fourchette…the type of piercing I have,” she continued as I sat there comatose. “Come here and see if you can get this ball on the tiny shaft.”

  Oh god. “Please don’t ask me…”

  “Come on, I need your help. You’ve had your face in another girl’s pussy before, I know you have, just guide it through the hole and fasten the ball on the end,” she said.

  “I think I’m going to be sick,” I mumbled.

  “I’m kinda in a pickle here, honey. So, let’s put the past behind us. Get over here and get on your knees,” she commanded, while aiming her vagina right at my head like Johnny Depp aiming a cannon in Pirates of the Caribbean. I don’t know why, but apparently, in my zombie-like state I could be convinced to do about anything, if you asked me convincingly enough.

  I got up and moved over in front of her as a sick lump grew in my stomach. This was literally the last place in the world I wanted to be, on my knees between Caitlyn’s legs, trying to fasten her taint piercing.

  “Your vagina looks like the rigging on an Alaskan crab boat.”

  “My master bought them for me and if he likes them then I like them,” she said smugly.

  “You have more metal on your pussy than a teenage girl’s braces.”

  “Are you done?”

  “No, I have one more. My taint is boring compared to yours. It’s like you have to dismantle a Nascar engine just to go the bathroom. Do you get poo on those things when you go number two? Oh my god, cleaning that rig is like cleaning a carburetor.”

  “Alright, already. I get it,” she huffed.

  For the first time, I really wasn’t mad at Caitlyn. I was sure she wasn’t exactly excited to have me for a roommate either. I wasn’t sure how either one of us was going to get through this without killing the other. But as I reached in to try and screw on the tiny head, the door swung open and Jenna walked in. Both Caitlyn’s heads and mine swiveled towards the open door.

  “Hey, I just heard Aria is staying up heeeeere…” she froze at the site of my kneeling between Caitlyn’s legs with hands up in her stuff, twisting and wrenching like I was a mechanic fixing a Volkswagen. Jenna’s face puckered like she had just eaten a lemonhead; she slowly backed up and pulled the
door shut. She never uttered another word.

  “And that’s why we always lock the door,” Caitlyn admonished.

  Meanwhile, there I was, down between miss nasty’s legs, trying to screw on a little tiny stainless steel ball.

  It must have taken fifteen minutes to get the first one. Every time my fingers got near her vagina she’d start to giggle and I’d lose my grip. I was trying desperately not to touch her honey pot; if I had an Ebola suit, I’d be wearing it.

  She just kept smiling down at me and whenever I’d get close, she’d scoot closer as if offering herself to me.

  After the second time, I shot her a glare that would freeze damnation itself. This was my good deed for the year and it better give me enough good credit with the almighty that he would let me in to heaven when my time comes. I swore as my fingers adjusted the tiny ball, she was getting wet. Seriously?

  Finally, it was over. I had managed to secure the tiny ball on the end of the rod in her taint.

  “Great, Now do the rest of them,” she said.

  “Ughh,” was the only thing I could mutter. Only seven more to go.

  ∞

  CHAPTER 14

  THE ULTIMATE SIN

  Saturday Morning, November 3nd – Weekend Five

  I took a deep breath and let myself into suite 320, Dorian’s suite. Neither Pierce, nor Sienna, came back to my room last night. They just emailed me confirmation of what I was supposed to do today. They were all cowards.

  To say last night was awkward was an understatement. Both Caitlyn and I tiptoed around each other on eggshells not sure of who would break our uneasy truce.

  I suppose I gained some brownie points since I helped put in her taint piercings. I mean that must count for something because that adventure wasn’t for the faint of heart. I had to wash my hands four times to get her smell off me.

  I quietly closed the door behind me and looked around the room. My mouth fell open. I hadn’t been in any of the guest suites until now, and just like everything else, Avery knew how to do it right.

  The décor was lavish with neutral colored walls and ornate trim. Marbled floors stepped up to a canopy king-sized bed. It looked like a palace. My dorm room was large but this suite was huge.

  Great windows overlooked the lake and the mountains. Large French doors opened out to a balcony with white marbled columns.

  I untied my purple silken robe with a Camp Paramore logo and hung it in the closet beside the door like Pierce’s email said to do. I was wearing my Bordelle’s black bra, panties, and heels, as instructed.

  Yesterday, I had been waxed pretty much from head to toe, yes toes, everywhere except my scalp. I was buffed and shined like Miss Congeniality when I mentally shook myself and went to draw Dorian a bath.

  I picked the wrong door and found a spare bedroom. I moved to the doorway and tiptoed through Dorian’s master bedroom.

  The blinds were pulled closed except for a small crack that bathed his lower half in sunshine. He was turned away from me but I could see his naked body with the sheet twisted around it. He was sexy. Jesus, he was lethal.

  I swallowed back the patter of my heart in my throat and turned to the French doors that led to the bathroom. I closed the doors behind me and began running the water.

  I was careful to put the correct amount of oil and bubbles like he had requested as if he were an evil scientist and went to pull the towels from the nearby cabinet. Two towels.

  When I turned back to the doorway, I realized from his smirk that I had been caught gawking at his nakedness.

  “Do you like what you see, Luv?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” I replied. “Did I wake you?”

  “No. I was up. I just didn’t feel like getting out of bed until you were here,” he said, crossing the room and stepping close to me. So close, that I swallowed nervously.

  I tried to ignore the fact that I was standing in a stranger’s bathroom barely dressed about to give him his every fantasy, because that was what I was now contracted to do. I was now his property, but it made it that much more awkward because he was very naked, and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t help but notice his extremely large manhood.

  “Good morning,” he said in his continuing British drawl.

  “Good morning, sir,” I replied as I had been instructed by Sienna.

  Dorian ran his hands up my arms and to my shoulders. He skimmed my neck and then glided his hands back down my arms as he took stock in his new purchase, because no matter how it was rationalized, I was Dorian’s payment for his endorsement of Camp Paramore and Camp Jameson.

  I felt the heat from his hands on my skin like he was the devil himself.

  His smile widened as he turned to step into the large marble tub. The doorbell rang and I turned toward the sound of the thick classical chimes.

  “Let them in, exchange the older roses on the bureau with the fresh roses, fill up the candy dish, then return back to me and bring the strawberries with you,” he stated.

  I nodded and turned to go greet the concierge that was delivering the food and flowers.

  Kim, the bartender, greeted me and I smiled. Her face fell when she saw me.

  “So the rumor was true,” she said, still frowning, while stepping through the doorway and setting the tray down on the bar near the window.

  “Yes,” I said softly.

  “Be careful, Aria. He’s a viper.”

  “I understand. I…uh…should go. He’s expecting me.”

  Kim took in my nearly naked body and smiled blackly then turned and left. Just great.

  I grabbed the bowl of strawberries off the shiny metal tray with a little more force than necessary and made my way back through the bedroom.

  I stepped into the large bathroom. Dorian had his head tilted back against one of the towels that I set out for him as he soaked in the warm water.

  The water was nearing the top, so I reached over to turn off the tap and switched on the bubbling jets.

  His eyes flipped open and the devil came out to play. “Get in the tub with me. Set the strawberries on the ledge,” he commanded.

  I did what he asked. I stepped out of my heels, dropped my bra and panties to the floor, slipped into the hot bath, and sat across from him.

  “Somehow, I knew you’d sit over there. The next time I invite you to bathe with me, you will straddle my lap the moment you step into the water, is that understood?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said quickly.

  “Aria, let’s cut through all the bullshit. I want to know what’s important to you. The more honest we are with each other the better this experience will be,” he said, taking a strawberry from the bowl and holding it up in the air. His eyes melted on mine. “I’ll let you start, ask me a question. I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” he said.

  “I want to know why you’re trying so hard to fuck with Avery,” I asked.

  “I told you before, I don’t give a fuck about Avery, and it’s you that I want. For some strange reason, you make me want to be a better chap. I want to be the one that puts that gleam in your eye that you get every time Avery walks into the room. Be honest, Aria, have you ever been in love with anyone besides Avery?” he asked.

  “Not really,” I offered.

  “He’s your first love. Well, isn’t that cracking,” he said, nibbling on another strawberry. My eyes narrowed.

  “You know, Dorian, everyone has a sad story of heartbreak. Why don’t you tell me your sad story?”

  He quirked his eyebrow at me and I smiled sardonically as I took a bite off one of the strawberries. Fuck that’s good. These were the best strawberries I ever had.

  “Aria, I know you think I’m an ass, but I’m a lot like you. I fake my smile and put up a facade because most people I meet I can’t trust.”

  “You didn’t answer the question,” I reminded him.

  He sighed. “Her name was Lilly. She was my greatest love. She was everything to me until she disappeared one day. When I finally found
her she was in bed with my best friend…well…as we were discussing the little problem she cried, begged, and said, ‘Dorian we didn’t really do anything. It was just a misunderstanding’, but I looked deeply into her eyes as they welled up with tears and said, ‘Lilly my Luv…you were giving him head!’ I was devastated and it was on that day that I tried heroin for the first time. I was over at a friend’s flat and he offered me some to ease my broken heart. I lost my way for a while as I spiraled further downward into the abyss. It took everything I had to pull myself out of it and I’ll be honest, Luv, I hear it calling to me everyday. I never want to feel that bollocked again…never again. Does that answer your question?”

  My mouth hung open as I nodded. I never knew Dorian had a drug problem. I was happy to hear he was able to pull himself out of it. I couldn’t imagine how devastating it would be to lose a star of his caliber to such a terrible disease. I knew at least three guys from my high school that died from heroin overdoses. It was an awful epidemic.

  Chasing Seven sang about it in their song Somebody Save Me, their tribute to the dreadful death of Stone Temple Pilot’s singer Scott Weiland, and his battle with the disease.

  “Now I want to know your sad story, Aria,” he said in a low voice. He was the devil.

  “It was the war in Iraq. It took my father from me and I’ve felt alone ever since,” I said.

  Dorian studied me. “That would explain your independent nature. You don’t like to rely on anyone for anything. But you like that Avery spoils you. So I’d say you’re coming around.”

  “So, what kind of women do you like?” I asked.

  “Oh, I like all kinds of women. I just love women,” he said.

  “Let me guess. You’re a breast man,” I asked.

  “No, no, no,” he laughed. “I love a woman with a beautiful ass.” I could see his mood lifted as if we were starting to find common ground.

  “Interesting, have you had black women?” I asked, batting my eyes at him then biting into another strawberry.