Camp Paramore

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  “Once it starts to burn down through the foam you can really feel it. If the flames make contact with your skin, you will be burned. The object here is to allow the fire to dance on top of the foam for as long as possible but not make contact with your skin. You’ll feel just the heat on the foam, which acts as an insulating layer. I’ll make sure to put the flame out before it can cause any serious damage to your skin, but you may end up with a burn that is comparable to a sunburn.”

  She took out a bottle that looked like hair mouse and squirted it in a circular motion over my back and behind.

  Dorian stood up and walked closer to us. He rested his hand on my left leg, caressing me as Mistress Quinn applied the foam. Next, she pulled out a small electrical wand and pushed a button on its top making a tiny bit of blue lightning spring from its hilt.

  My eyes opened a bit wider as she moved next to me. Then she depressed the button and lighting burst from the rod onto the foam, igniting it.

  I inhaled sharply as a tiny stinging sensation penetrated my skin. Flames flashed across the top of the foam. The heat grew more intense against my skin as it burned ever closer. But thankfully, Mistress Quinn knew exactly when to blow it out.

  She let it cool for a second then applied a second coat of fire mousse. Once again, she sparked the blue lightning and again flames lit the foam. It began burning through the foam but never quite made it to my skin, as she released a puff of air from her lungs extinguishing the flame.

  Dorian’s eyes glazed over as his hand slid up the inside of my thigh and nudged my hand out of the way.

  “Aria, you truly are my fantasy. I don’t care where or how we end up. As long as I have the memory of you right now,” he said with conflagration in his eyes. I wanted to melt right there.

  Mistress Quinn once again blew out the foam and patted my back with a damp towel. Then she started to reapply the foam once again.

  Dorian stopped his teasing of my clit and reached up, grabbed my thighs, and slid me backwards to the edge of the table. Mistress Quinn stopped applying foam long enough to move a pair of sex swing straps over by each of my legs. They carefully positioned my legs inside the loops so that the straps suspended the weight of my legs while my upper body was still lying on the table.

  Dorian used the restraints he brought into the iceberg with us to secure my wrists out in front of me. Now my vagina was right on the table edge. Dorian unzipped and moved closer to me as Mistress Quinn finished applying the foam. She lit the flame once again just as Dorian plunged into me.

  I cried out as his long length pushed in deep. He liked me on my stomach, helpless, with my ass straight up in the air. I think it was so he could see all of me.

  His hands went to my hips and he set the pace that he wanted. He rode me fast and hard, then switched to softer and slower, and then to hard again, as the flames flickered around my back. But this time it was starting to sting a little more.

  Yes, it heightened my senses and danced in harmony with Dorian’s thrusts but it was nearing my tolerance level. My heart hammered in my chest with his steady pace. These new sensations were such a heady mixture that I craved more from him.

  He leaned down to extinguish the flames. My back was getting tender. His hands cradled my ass and he slowed down his exertion. His hot breath flooded out in gasps as I ground against him. My body was on fire…literally, as Mistress Quinn brought out the spray bottle and blew puffs of wildfire once again across my back just inches from my skin.

  I could feel every inch of Dorian behind me and I started to crave the dark side. I liked this dirty, dangerous side of me. I wanted to be tied up, spanked, burned, and let him do whatever he wanted with my body.

  “I want more,” I said in a raspy voice.

  A mirror just off to our right side showed Dorian’s wicked smile and it knew no bounds.

  One of his hands held my hips while the other skimmed down my back and made its way to my backdoor.

  Mistress Quinn brought out the electric wand again and grabbed another bottle off the tray. She sprayed the liquid on my back and the cool feeling eased the stinging back there. But then she raised the wand and hit the button and a thin blue lightning bolt bounced directly off of my skin, jolting me like a hundred tiny knives were stabbing my skin.

  Dorian seized the opportunity of my distraction and rubbed over the crease of my behind as I pushed back without knowing that he was playing back there. My mouth dropped open as he slipped his finger into my back entrance.

  Another jolt rang out from Mistress Quinn and I rocked against Dorian unwittingly urging him along. I wanted him to push my body harder but I wasn’t sure how much more sensation I could take. I was slipping into a fog. My mind was spinning and it was hard to focus on any particular thought. I was wound so tight that I couldn’t find my release.

  He dipped down and soaked his finger with my juices then dragged it back up deliciously and slowly. He was taking his time and watching my every expression in the mirror. He had a clear view of my face in the reflection. His mouth curved up at one side and there was his naughty smile that I loved so much.

  He teased my back entrance as the lightning caused me once again to grind harder into him. I was showing no fear but the pain was starting to build.

  He parted me and slipped his fingertip inside me again and my world shook as I gasped softly. He paused and his eyes shifted over to my face.

  “You’re so tight,” he said, as another puff of flame danced above my back. She had brought out a larger spray bottle of accelerant and another torch-like cotton swab and was bathing me in extreme heat.

  “Uhh…more,” I breathed, feeling his erection thrust forward in me at the same time his finger moved deeper. The ball of flame sizzled above me, baking the air and I could only moan.

  “I knew you’d like this,” he whispered. My insides clenched and I let go. Dorian knew how to push my body and I put my faith in him for that.

  He paced his penetrating digit to the opposite thrust of his erection and I felt like I was going in two different directions at once.

  I rocked my hips with his and felt the rush that I knew would come.

  “That’s it. Cum for me, Luv,” he insisted. I squeezed my eyes closed as my orgasm ripped through me tenfold. Dorian never stopped pounding both my entrances until my body went limp around him. He took in every inch of me like he was afraid that I was going to disappear. He was the most passionate that I’d ever seen him.

  “You are so amazing to watch when you let go,” he said. Then he removed his finger, gripped my hips, and picked up the pace. Within seconds, he pulled out and came powerfully behind me all over my ass and back. His hot orgasm cooled my back and eased the stinging that had started becoming stronger.

  Mistress Quinn produced a damp towel and patted my back off, cleaning up Dorian’s love juice and cooling my back further. I could see in the mirror it was red. It looked like I had a pretty good sunburn. That was going to hurt in the morning.

  All the while, Dorian’s eyes rested on me while he cleaned himself up. He watched me take all of this in and the connection that I felt to him after tonight made my heart pull. I was closer than I realized to Dorian. I was starting to care about him.

  Mistress Quinn handed Dorian the aloe and then she left us alone. He applied it generously then he waited while I got dressed. Midnight was approaching quickly and I was sore all over from our excursion.

  “Stay with me tonight,” he said, running his fingers over my arm. I tensed.

  “I can’t. Avery’s meeting me here at midnight. You should go,” I said.

  He sighed then released me. He looked defeated.

  “I’ll walk you over to the bar,” he said.

  We left the crystal iceberg and headed over to the bar in the center of the ballroom. Once we arrived, he turned to me and pulled me into his arms. He pressed the gentlest kiss I’d ever known to my lips. Dorian knew he had two minutes left and he was going to use it every last second of it. />
  “Please stay with me next time?”

  “I don’t know if I can, Dorian.”

  His eyes danced over my face. He was relentless. “There’s an even bigger world out there for you, Aria, an amazing journey beyond the pine groves of Pennsylvania. I just started my own production company. I could use a beautiful girl like you. Your innocence on screen would be captivating. Here take this,” he said slipping a business card in my hand. “My cell is on there. Call me anytime, little Kitten. If you ever need me, I’ll be there for you.”

  I nodded as Dorian brought me to him and kissed me deeply. My hands went to his muscular biceps and I breathed Dorian in. The biggest movie star in the world was opening himself up to me. He trusted me. But I am not falling in love with him.

  Dorian pulled away. “Goodnight, Aria. Until next week,” he said with much promise in his voice.

  “Goodnight,” I replied shakily, leaving his arms. I sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of wine and a shot.

  “I’ll take one of those, too,” Caitlyn said as she crept up beside me and sat down on the barstool.

  “Where’s your master?” I asked.

  “He got too drunk and passed out over at the table. Security carried him back up to the room. So, I said fuck it. If I’m not getting laid tonight I might as well get drunk.”

  “I see your point,” I said.

  “By the way, Avery was here looking for you about ten minutes ago. I think he got pissed when he couldn’t find you and took off,” she said.

  “Damn, that figures. He knows that I was going to be with Dorian until midnight. What in the world would he come early for?”

  “He probably wanted to check on his little Kitten,” she said.

  “Well, fuck it. I’m not going over to his place now in a blizzard. He can just wait until tomorrow to see me. I guess there really isn’t anything more to do tonight but get drunk,” I said, somewhat relieved. I was sure my back was red because it really was hurting. I wasn’t sure what Avery would say if he found out that Dorian had burned me.

  Genevieve picked up the last bottle of wine but there were only a few drops left. She was running the bar for Kim tonight since it was so slow. Kim decided to go play with a couple that invited her upstairs to a private room.

  “Is there anything else you’d want to drink?” she snarked rudely at us. “This was the last bottle,” she said, holding the empty bottle upside down to illustrate her meaning.

  “Go in the back and get us another one,” I said.

  “Don’t be lazy. The walk will help you lose some of that beer gut you got going on there,” Caitlyn belted back at her.

  Genevieve slammed the bottle in the trash and headed for the kitchen while several people were still standing, waiting for their drink orders.

  Jezebel hurried over and started filling their orders as well as she could but Genevieve was the better bartender by far. She had experience bartending when she was in college.

  “I really hate that bitch,” Caitlyn said. “I’m glad they have to wait on us. Serves them right.”

  “You know, for once I agree with you,” I said.

  Genevieve returned after what seemed like forever and slammed our drinks down on the bar in front of us. “Here you go. I hope you choke on it,” she snarled.

  “It’s okay, I know CPR,” I answered, as she stormed off to bail out Jezebel struggling to make an Alabama Slammer. For some reason she put it in the blender with some mangos. Caitlyn and I both laughed.

  We held our shots up in the air and toasted each other, tilted our heads back and downed the shots. Then we settled into our wine.

  A few more of these will make everything feel better.

  ∞

  CHAPTER 19

  LAST NIGHT

  Sunday Morning, November 11th – Weekend Six

  The sunlight fell through the curtain and bounced off of the mirror striking my eyes and stirring me from my befuddled slumber.

  “Uhhhhh, my head hurts,” I said, squeezing my eyes closed. The last thing I remembered was Caitlyn cheering me on as we each downed seven shots of Jameson in rapid succession.

  We were always chasing seven shots of whiskey, but it’s really bad to go over that and last night we went way over that. At least, I think we did. All I can remember was doing that first tray of shots and chasing it with a couple glasses of wine. I don’t even remember how I got back to the room.

  I tried to sit up to get a bottle of water and maybe eat a few crackers that I kept over in our small kitchen but I couldn’t move.

  “Wait…what the hell?”

  The room was still spinning as I tried to shake off last night’s drunkenness. I opened my eyes and squirmed. The entire room was spinning upside down. This can’t be right.

  I closed my eyes, reopened them, and quickly realized the room wasn’t upside down, I was. I stared down at my bed and tussled blankets beneath me. No way!

  My eyes took in the mounds of grey tape that covered me like a blanket. It took me a moment to realize what was going on then it clicked… oh my God, I was duct taped to the ceiling!

  My eyebrows sank into narrowed canals as the anger bubbled up from my toes and surged up to my brain. I thought Caitlyn and I were finally starting to get along but she obviously set me up for her master prank. This was her way of paying me back for turning her into Smurfette last summer. As soon as I get free, her ass is mine!

  “What the fuck!” I thrashed violently, trying to free an arm or a leg but I was held impossibly tight in defiance of Newton’s laws. “Damn these smooth ceilings. Caitlyn, you fucking bitch!” I screamed. “You’re so dead for this.”

  “What I’d do?” she answered.

  “If I could move my head I’d be stabbing you with my eyes! Where are you? Get over here where I can see you!” I snarled. My forehead had been duct taped with multiple pieces of long fibrous tape. It was hard to move more than my eyeballs and with the room spinning it made my nausea much worse.

  “I’m right here you fucking idiot,” she barked.

  I struggled to loosen my head a bit by wiggling but it kept smacking into the ceiling. Thump…Wiggle…Wiggle…Thump!

  I finally loosened its vice-like grip enough to see her duct taped to the sidewall a couple feet away from me. They must have used thousands of long strips of duct tape to hold us up like this. We were completely stuck like two giant spit wads.

  “It’s about time you woke up,” she said. “I have been waiting here for an hour.”

  “Why didn’t you say something and wake me?” I berated.

  “I kind of wanted to see the expression on your face when you woke. Honestly, it was worth it. Now get me down from here. I have to pee really bad,” she said.

  “Who did this?” I seethed.

  “You know who. It had to be Gen-a-quiff and Jizz-ebel,” Caitlyn said.

  “They’re so dead,” I scolded.

  “Well, it’s about time you got your head in the game,” she said sarcastically. “We can’t let those two idiots get away with this.”

  “Try wiggling to break yourself free. Use gravity in our favor to break us loose,” I said.

  I thrashed as hard as I could. My head smacked repeatedly into the ceiling. Whack…Wiggle…Whack. Whack! No good. I wasn’t moving.

  “Are you wiggling?” she asked.

  “Yes, I’m fucking wiggling. It’s like they used superglue on this shit. I can’t get any leverage with my arms pinned,” I answered.

  “Try harder,” she admonished.

  “I am wiggling as hard as I can! Why don’t you try wiggling a little bit?” I challenged.

  “I can’t move. They used extra tape to secure my boobs. They’re mashed up into my chin and it hurts like a bitch. Now put some ass into it and wiggle. I have to pee. Come on, shake under that shit like a donkey with Parkinson’s,” she encouraged.

  “I am…I am, and don’t make fun of sick donkeys!” I shouted back in frustration. She never ceased to amaze
me with her insensitivity.

  “Don’t yell at me. I’m just trying to motivate you,” she responded. Her motivational comment caused me to pause for a moment and glare at her.

  “Don’t you think that being stuck up here like I’m a glob of peanut butter on some fat kid’s chin is motivation enough?” I asked.

  “Hey, I used to be one of those fat kids,” she responded.

  I thrashed from side to side, trying to use gravity to weaken the hold that the bands had on me. But they seemed to be professionals and they secured it really well. The adhesive must have been some kind of NASA space tape. I had never seen adhesive like this.

  For about ten minutes I thrusted around while Caitlyn bitched at me to go at it harder. I hung there exhausted, panting and sweating.

  “Caitlyn?” I questioned staring downward. “Why are there hundreds of mousetraps on the floor beneath us?” I inched my head toward her with a discerning look in my eyes. She quickly looked away.

  “Where did they get those?” My blood started to feel like rivers of lava in my veins.

  “They were in my closet,” she answered just like a seven year old would have after getting caught taking a Kit Kat from a drug store.

  “Dammit, Caitlyn? Who keeps hundreds of mousetraps around like that? Is it some kind of fetish? Or are you expecting a couple hundred furries dressed up like Mickey Mouse?” I questioned in an icy tone.

  Her eyes danced around the room bouncing off the ornate trim before glancing over at me through the top corners of her eyes.

  “They were for you,” she said candidly. My eyes narrowed as my lips flattened.

  “But in all fairness, I packed my bags a week after Camp Jameson ended when my skin still had a bluish Smurfette tinge to it. You don’t know how humiliating it was for everyone to be calling me that. Hi Smurfette! Top of the morning to you Smurfette! How’s Papa Smurf today, Smurfette? I got a case of blue balls that match your skin Smurfette. So, I thought if I got the opportunity to pay you back…well…I might take it, but that was before you moved in with me.” She half grinned. “You’re not that bad once I got to hang out with you a little while.” I think she was trying to be funny.