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“Cameron! Camcam, baby, open up!”
Three a.m. Three. Fucking. A.m. The thing about running a crash house was that you got shit like this at all hours of the night. Cameron slammed open the door to her room, not even the least bit concerned about her other tenants, the newcomers had already woken them as well. She stepped over both conscious and unconscious bodies and stalked over to her door to see who it was, though she already recognized the voice and the annoying ‘Camcam’.
The door had barely been cracked open before a boy, a little older than Cameron maybe, shoved through the passage, grabbed Cameron, and kissed her deeply in the doorway. Catcalls could be heard from the boy’s other companions as he slid one hand down to rest on her ass and tangled the other in her hair. Cameron made no move to hold him back, but she did return the kiss. If someone was going to bang on her door and scream bloody murder for her at three a.m. in the morning she was sure as hell going to get some kind of pleasure from it.
Finally, Cameron shoved the boy off of her and put some distance between them. She knew where he had been coming from and exactly what drugs he was on. And she knew where this would all lead to if she let it get that far. The boy only laughed as his friends started to file into the room. Cameron glared at them all, looking slightly less imposing in her black and white striped panties with red frills and a matching red bow and her hot pink wifebeater.
“I don’t have room for you. Go to Thatch’s place, he’ll probably have some room for all of you.”
“C’mon babe,” The ringleader begged her, snaking his arm around her waist and leaning close to bite at her ear playfully. “We came all this way to see your sweet, sexy…” He slid a hand up her inner thigh. “Seductive body.”
Cameron was about to tell him off when a shudder ran down her spine as he slid a finger into her panties and rubbed her roughly, biting at her neck as he did. Cam did shove him at that, but not out the door. She shoved him towards her room as she turned to shut the door to her apartment and lock up. She looked back to the boy and smirked.
“Get in there,” She commanded.
“Yes, ma’am,” He said eagerly and went into her room, Cameron following close behind.
***
The next time Cameron woke it was to her alarm clock blaring out that it was one p.m. in the afternoon. Her companion groaned as she slammed her hand on the clock and began to sit up. The boy reached out to wrap his arms around her waits and tried to pull her back into bed.
“Don’t go, Camcam. Stay with me, here, all day. Please, baby,” He begged, sitting up to bury his face in her hair, lips searching for her neck.
Cameron pried his arms off of her and stood up, him nearly falling off the edge of the bed without her there to support him. “Unless you want to lose your crash house, Jay, I suggest you get out of my room and let me get ready for work,” She told him, standing with her hands on her hips.
Jay fell to the ground in front of her, beginning to kiss the tops of her feet over and over again. “You are my savior, Cammy. My saint!” He ran his tongue up the inside of her leg and smirked at her. “Let me thank you, babe.”
Cameron rolled her eyes and stepped away from him. She walked to the door and threw it open, not even flinching at the fact that everyone in the other room could now see her naked. She pointed out the door as Jay scrambled to get his clothes. “Get out of here before your bitch of a girlfriend shows up at my door screaming at me again.”
“I should just dump that bitch and date you, Cam. You’re a better fuck,” He said as he began to walk out the door.
“Mm. Yeah. But your girlfriend loves you.”
“You love me too, babe. You just don’t know it.” He threw in that cute, cheesy grin that forced Cameron to roll her eyes at him before he kissed her briefly on the lips. Cameron pushed him backwards out the door and slammed it in his face at that.
“How’s that for loving you?” She shouted at him. “And take everyone out there with you when you leave!”
Rather than get ready for work, Cameron walked over to her dresser and pulled open a drawer. She took out a notebook and flipped through pages upon pages of dates and paragraphs and drawings. Some dares had short entries. Some dates went on for pages. Pictures varied on subjects from page to page, but they were the same basic set of subjects. A dragon. A wolf. A Cerberus. A Pegasus. A leviathan. A unicorn. A griffin. The same basic set over and over. Today, she flipped to the last entry and scribbled down the date before adding in a new sketch. This time, a necklace was displayed on her page, a small crystal hanging from it. Cameron grabbed her purse hastily and pulled out a bunch of sharpies held together by a rubber band. She picked out a pink sharpie and scribbled in the color of the crystal. A pink crystal. That’s all she had dreamed of.
What the hell was this shit?
Three a.m. Three. Fucking. A.m. The thing about running a crash house was that you got shit like this at all hours of the night. Cameron slammed open the door to her room, not even the least bit concerned about her other tenants, the newcomers had already woken them as well. She stepped over both conscious and unconscious bodies and stalked over to her door to see who it was, though she already recognized the voice and the annoying ‘Camcam’.
The door had barely been cracked open before a boy, a little older than Cameron maybe, shoved through the passage, grabbed Cameron, and kissed her deeply in the doorway. Catcalls could be heard from the boy’s other companions as he slid one hand down to rest on her ass and tangled the other in her hair. Cameron made no move to hold him back, but she did return the kiss. If someone was going to bang on her door and scream bloody murder for her at three a.m. in the morning she was sure as hell going to get some kind of pleasure from it.
Finally, Cameron shoved the boy off of her and put some distance between them. She knew where he had been coming from and exactly what drugs he was on. And she knew where this would all lead to if she let it get that far. The boy only laughed as his friends started to file into the room. Cameron glared at them all, looking slightly less imposing in her black and white striped panties with red frills and a matching red bow and her hot pink wifebeater.
“I don’t have room for you. Go to Thatch’s place, he’ll probably have some room for all of you.”
“C’mon babe,” The ringleader begged her, snaking his arm around her waist and leaning close to bite at her ear playfully. “We came all this way to see your sweet, sexy…” He slid a hand up her inner thigh. “Seductive body.”
Cameron was about to tell him off when a shudder ran down her spine as he slid a finger into her panties and rubbed her roughly, biting at her neck as he did. Cam did shove him at that, but not out the door. She shoved him towards her room as she turned to shut the door to her apartment and lock up. She looked back to the boy and smirked.
“Get in there,” She commanded.
“Yes, ma’am,” He said eagerly and went into her room, Cameron following close behind.
***
The next time Cameron woke it was to her alarm clock blaring out that it was one p.m. in the afternoon. Her companion groaned as she slammed her hand on the clock and began to sit up. The boy reached out to wrap his arms around her waits and tried to pull her back into bed.
“Don’t go, Camcam. Stay with me, here, all day. Please, baby,” He begged, sitting up to bury his face in her hair, lips searching for her neck.
Cameron pried his arms off of her and stood up, him nearly falling off the edge of the bed without her there to support him. “Unless you want to lose your crash house, Jay, I suggest you get out of my room and let me get ready for work,” She told him, standing with her hands on her hips.
Jay fell to the ground in front of her, beginning to kiss the tops of her feet over and over again. “You are my savior, Cammy. My saint!” He ran his tongue up the inside of her leg and smirked at her. “Let me thank you, babe.”
Cameron rolled her eyes and stepped away from him. She walked to the door and threw it open, not even flinching at the fact that everyone in the other room could now see her naked. She pointed out the door as Jay scrambled to get his clothes. “Get out of here before your bitch of a girlfriend shows up at my door screaming at me again.”
“I should just dump that bitch and date you, Cam. You’re a better fuck,” He said as he began to walk out the door.
“Mm. Yeah. But your girlfriend loves you.”
“You love me too, babe. You just don’t know it.” He threw in that cute, cheesy grin that forced Cameron to roll her eyes at him before he kissed her briefly on the lips. Cameron pushed him backwards out the door and slammed it in his face at that.
“How’s that for loving you?” She shouted at him. “And take everyone out there with you when you leave!”
Rather than get ready for work, Cameron walked over to her dresser and pulled open a drawer. She took out a notebook and flipped through pages upon pages of dates and paragraphs and drawings. Some dares had short entries. Some dates went on for pages. Pictures varied on subjects from page to page, but they were the same basic set of subjects. A dragon. A wolf. A Cerberus. A Pegasus. A leviathan. A unicorn. A griffin. The same basic set over and over. Today, she flipped to the last entry and scribbled down the date before adding in a new sketch. This time, a necklace was displayed on her page, a small crystal hanging from it. Cameron grabbed her purse hastily and pulled out a bunch of sharpies held together by a rubber band. She picked out a pink sharpie and scribbled in the color of the crystal. A pink crystal. That’s all she had dreamed of.
What the hell was this shit?