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Liam added two five-pound bags of ice to the array of beer, soft drinks and snacks in the shopping cart and began to make his way towards the front of the door. The store was air conditioned, a blessed relief from the sweltering one hundred and five degrees outside. He was convinced that half the people here were shopping for things they didn't need as an excuse to loiter in the cool for a while. Whereas Liam was a man with a purpose. He was stocking up for a day trip, taking his girlfriend to the beach.
Even after a year, he still wasn't quite used to using that word. Girlfriend. That was a hell of a word, he mused. It carried a lot of weight, that word. But then, he thought with a smile, so did his girlfriend!
Liam had never really thought of himself as the girlfriend type. He was a man to whom life had been rather generous. Not just born to a wealthy family, he had also won the genetic lottery. Six feet tall, with a body that tended strongly towards both movie-star looks and serious athleticism. Liam had always been an Alpha male, the centre of attention in his little group of friends even as a young child.
As he'd reached his teens, Liam had found that attention from girls came just as easily. His looks had only gotten better as he'd aged, and of course it helped that his father had given him a brand-new Corvette for his sixteenth birthday. He had lost his virginity only a month later, to a teacher of all things. He didn't even remember her name, though he still had an excellent memory of her mouth on his cock.
Nature had gifted him there, too. He had been the envy of other boys in the shower from the first days when boys had started judging one another by such things. Word had quickly gotten around the girls, too, which had led to a lot of nudges and pointing and stifled giggles when he was in the corridors. Later, that had turned to more than a few girls who wanted to 'try a big one'. Liam would forever be a go-to-guy for that brand of the female species known as the 'size queen'.
After he left school he had gone into his father's business, first back home in Chicago and then out here on the west coast. He had never been particularly interested, to be honest. He knew that one day he would inherit control of the company. He fully intended leaving the actual work to hired managers, men with the talent and the interest for such things. Meanwhile he would sit back and be the recipient of the fruits of their labour, which he expected to be more than enough to keep him in grand style for the rest of his life.
So, he had come to LA, where he had a nice office on the top floor of a forty-story building. Officially, he was getting to know how different parts of the company worked in preparation for taking over some day. In reality he spent his days signing the occasional piece of paperwork in between lengthy sessions of playing Halo.
All in all, it was a life devoted to self-gratification. Liam saw nothing wrong with that. It was not, however, a life which tended to lead to responsibility and long-term commitment. Especially not in relationships.
Liam had slept with several hundred women in his life. Most had been hookers. Always top quality, of course. Often well-known porn stars, many of whom did 'escorting' on the side. Liam rather enjoyed the fact that he had slept with many of the most famous porn stars in the country. It made for great bragging rights in the locker room, too. Some men looked down on hookers, decrying the idea of 'having to pay for sex'. Liam thought this was stupid. In his mind, you didn't pay a hooker for sex. You paid her to leave afterwards, no questions asked, no awkward 'when will I see you again' questions.
When he wasn't screwing hookers and porn stars, he preferred one-night stands. The downside was that you had to put actual effort into securing a sufficiently gorgeous woman for the night. The upside was that it was still pretty easy to ditch the woman in the morning.
Only rarely had he engaged in longer relationships. He found he enjoyed the ease of it - all the sex he wanted, which tended to be a whole lot, on tap whenever he wanted it. On the down side, women tended to start becoming quite clingy after a few weeks. Sooner or later, the dreaded 'commitment' word would raise its ugly head. For a while, he had a solid rule that when a woman used that word, it was time to dump her. Later he had decided to err on the cautious side and not wait. And so, he'd developed a 'twenty date rule'; no matter how gorgeous the girl, no matter how great the sex was, no matter how distant the prospect of the dreaded C-word seemed... the twentieth date he had with a woman was always the last. She was summarily dumped the day after. Once or twice, it had led to tearful scenes. Liam didn't like that, so he had taken to dumping women via text message. Neat, clean, simple.
But all that had changed when he met Cameron Ling.
Cameron was like no other woman. At first, it was the physical that had bowled him over. The sheer size of her - he had met women taller than he, once or twice, but never one with the sheer overpowering physicality of Cameron. Liam was naturally athletic, and he had always kept himself in shape with regular sessions in a gym, swimming, running, etc. He was a big, strong guy. But he felt like a stick insect next to Cameron. The woman looked like she could snap him in half - though of course, he was stronger than he was. Certainly he was. He was a man, after all. She might have huge rippling muscles, but in the end, she was still just a woman.
For all the overpowering impression that her muscles made, one could certainly not say that Cameron was some hulking steroid case with a man's body. She had the kind of face an angel would be jealous of, truly one of the most beautiful Liam had ever seen. And whilst her body was a muscle fetishist's fantasy, she had a pair of the most beautiful breasts Liam had ever seen. Big, round and proud, just the way Liam liked them. And in his expert opinion, one hundred percent natural, too.
He'd started out aiming for a one-night stand. She'd been receptive, even eager. Indeed, for the first time ever, Liam had the distinct feeling that he was the one being treated as just another notch on somebody else's bedpost. It was quite a disconcerting feeling. But in the end, he was still going to be getting the sex so he figured it didn't really matter.
And my God, the sex had been amazing! Liam was used to taking charge in the bedroom. It seemed only natural, women were naturally submissive after all. But Cameron seemed to take it for granted that she would be the one leading the way and somehow, he found himself following along. It felt strange, but at the same time he could hardly complain about the results. To be crude about it, she had pretty much fucked his brains out and come back for more.
He'd began to wonder if maybe this could be more than a one-night stand. Maybe he would institute his twenty-date rule?
In the event, he never got the chance. Cameron simply announced that he would pick her up the following night for another date. She said it not as if she hoped they could have another date, nor even as if she expected to have one. No, she spoke as if there had already been a whole conversation where it had all been agreed and arranged. There was that disconcerting feeling again, that sense that he wasn't the one in charge, or even that this was some kind of mutual relationship of equals. No, she treated him as if he was some kind of obedient employee. But she was so natural at it, so casual, so totally confident about it, that his protests died in his throat.
The next date had been almost as good as the first. Cameron was a superb conversationalist, smart and seemingly knowledgeable on any subject he brought up. He was vaguely intimidated, though he would never admit it. Later they had gone back to her place for another night of mind-blowing sexual athletics.
Twenty dates had come and gone. Somehow, he just couldn't bring himself to dump her. He wasn't really sure why. In the back of his mind, a little voice would whisper that he couldn't work up the nerve.
He made his way through the checkout and back to the car. As he pulled up at Cameron's gym a few minutes later, he saw her standing outside waiting. He was struck, as he always was, by her beauty. She really was something, he thought. He watched for a moment as men and women passed her by, coming and going from the gym. It was a pretty busy day by the look of it, a lot of people walking by. Somebody else would have gone and stood off to the side, out of everyone's way. Not Cameron. She had stationed herself right in front of the main doors, a spot where she was in the way of practically everybody who entered of left. Every one of them had to detour around her. Yet she simply stood there as if she didn't have a care in the world. Liam was willing to bet that the idea of moving out of the way of other people had never even begun to speculate about the possibility of crossing her mind. The idea would be as foreign to her as computer programming would be to an ant. She had just stood where she wanted to, and if she was in other people's way then they would just have to go out of their way, of course.
It was a small thing, but Liam had begun to notice it time and time again over the last year. It was an attitude that permeated every single facet of her behaviour. She did precisely what she wanted to do, when she wanted to do it, without any other consideration. It was as if other people were just... figments of her own imagination, populating the world purely for her benefit.
He pulled up and hurried out to open the door for her. The Liam of a year ago would never have thought to do such a thing for a woman, any woman. He couldn't even really remember why he had started doing it for Cameron, really. She just... expected it, so it happened.
She gave him a smile and a kiss. Liam, as always, had to go up on his tiptoes to reach her lips. Cameron, of course, made no effort whatsoever to bend down to him. Still, he had to admit she was the best kisser he had ever known. The feel of her body against his, her lips against his, practically made him dizzy.
"Did you get everything I asked for?" She said by way of greeting.
"Sure," he said with a smile. "And it's nice to see you too!"
There was a mild rebuke in the words, but she didn't seem to notice.
"Cameron!"
The voice was instantly familiar. They both turned to smile at the figure standing behind them.
Jade had been a friend of Cameron since before he had met her. She was exactly the kind of girl Liam normally went for. Young, medium height, fit and athletic but very slim with it. Truly beautiful FF cup breasts, almost as perfect as Cameron's own, which looked absolutely gigantic on her slim frame. She was heartbreakingly beautiful and devastatingly sexy. Liam had fantasised about having a threesome with Jade and Cameron since he had met her. Later those fantasies had begun to omit Cameron.
"Where you guys headed?" Jade asked.
"We're off to the beach," Cameron said. "It's such a nice day, I'm blowing off work for once."
Jade laughed, and Liam tried not to make it obvious as he watched her breasts jiggle. "Lucky you! I wish I could do that!"
"Why don't you, then?" Cameron asked mischievously.
"Some of us have bosses, honey," Jade said, "and mine would fire my ass on general principles if I took a day off."
"You should come work for me," Cameron said seriously. "You know I'd love to have you."
"Yeah, well it might come to that one of these days," Jade said, semi-serious. "I don't know how much longer I can take that asshole I work for now."
They gossiped a little before Jade had to head off to work. As Cameron turned and began to climb into the car, Liam caught Jade's eye, just for a moment. She winked at him with a sly smile.
A few minutes later they were heading for the beach.
One thing he liked about Cameron's unlimited confidence was the way she seemed to dominate the attention in any place she was in. He would sit in a restaurant with her, aware that every man in the place was staring at her with lust, or at least awe, whilst every woman stared with annoyance or envy. Even just walking down the street was an experience when you did it with Cameron.
But the beach was something else. They parked up and he began to unload the car as she casually stripped off her light shirt and skirt. Underneath she wore a rather brief string bikini. There was, he reflected, probably enough material there for wearing the thing to be legal. But it certainly left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
They walked down to the sand through the throngs of people. It was the middle of a workday, so not nearly as crowded as it would likely be this weekend, but nevertheless the place was far from deserted. Liam could practically hear the necks twisting as heads snapped around to stare. He'd always been well aware that he had a good body, strong and athletic. He normally drew his own fair share of looks on the beach. But next to Cameron he felt like a small and rather sickly child. She was only a few inches taller than he was, but she seemed to tower over him. And in the tiny bikini she wore, practically every inch of her superbly muscled body was on open display. Cameron wasn't the least bit reticent or shy about her body - she didn't understand why anybody would expect her to be. She'd walk around naked in front of the President quite happily, Liam thought. And heaven help the man if he tried to grab that pussy, she'd snap his damn arm off.
"Hey man," a voice called out suddenly. "What you walking around with that for? You a faggot or something?"
Liam knew instantly that the comment was directed at him. He winced internally and kept walking. Ignore it, he thought to himself. Just ignore it. Confronting whoever that was wouldn't help, so just-
He became aware that the looming presence at his side was gone. He glanced over. Yep, no Cameron. Oh no, she hadn't... he looked around.
Four young Hispanic guys were sitting on a metal railing over at the side of the road. They each looked at least a match for Liam, one-on-one. Roughly similar height and build, anyway. They had a hard, tough look to them. He wouldn't feel all that confident taking any of them on, let alone four together.
Cameron, of course, cared nothing for any of that. She hadn't said a word to Liam, hadn't given him any indication of what she was going to do. She's just walked away from him and right over to them. They stared at her as she approached, surprised that she was willing to confront them. Most people didn't, especially not women. Liam sighed inwardly and walked over.
"Which one of you was that?" She asked bluntly.
"Why, you lookin' for a date?" One of them asked, grinning.
"No, I just want to know who I'm talking to," she said calmly. "Of course, if the talker is too scared..."
It was about the most obvious ploy she could have used, and it said a lot about them that they fell for it. "I said it," the one on the left said. "Why, what you gonna do about it?"
She looked him up and down slowly, seeming very unimpressed.
"Well I was wondering how it is that you think my boytoy here is a faggot," she said. Liam stared. Oh no she hadn't, he thought. She did not just refer to me as her boytoy! He felt himself blushing. "I mean, you called him a faggot. Which means you think I'm a man, is that right?"
"Fuck, you tryin so hard to look like a man," one of them sneered.
"Oh, is that right?" She looked over at him, tensing her pecs. Her big round tits jiggled enticingly. Their eyes practically crawled all over her. "You think this is what a man looks like, loser?" She asked casually.
"Fuck, you might have some big-ass titties there," one of them said, his eyes still locked on the items in question. "But Jesus girl, look at the rest of you. It's fuckin' sad."
"Yes, look at the rest of me," she said. You think I look like a man? Like you? You're a man, right? So, you're saying I'm trying to look like you? I mean... I'm looking at you, and I have to say, you don't look all that impressive. Look at those arms, for example. So thin, all bones and skin. And a bit of flab, of course. Now these," She struck a bicep pose, flexing. Her muscles swelled as she tensed, as if they'd been blown up like balloons. Liam suddenly felt rather small. "These aren't skinny little thin arms. These are muscular, powerful arms. So how can I be trying to look like you, when you look like a sickly little child, and I look like a big, strong, powerful woman? I'd be ashamed to look as soft and weak as you pussies."
The exchanged uncertain glances. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. They got off on intimidating women, making them uncomfortable. Normally it was a couple of catcalls as their victim hurried off, but here... suddenly they were the ones feeling awkward.
"What you want to go talkin' like that for, bitch?" One of them said.
Cameron took a step closer, staring down at him intently. "Say that again," she said very softly.
The guy flinched backwards as it really began to sink in with him that he was talking smack to somebody who outweighed him by at least sixty pounds, and all of it pure muscle. "Say what?" He asked uncertainly.
"Call me a bitch again," Cameron said. "Go on. See what happens."
Somewhere deep inside the thug's limited brain, a voice was telling him that this would be a really, really bad idea. "You're crazy," he said, and try as he might, he couldn't keep the fear out of his voice. "You want to start some shit here? There's like a thousand people around."
"I'm not the one who started shit," Cameron said, and there was naked menace in her voice now. "I'm just the one who's going to finish the shit that you started. And I don't give a flying fuck how many people see me do it."
The guy looked around uncertainly, only realising belatedly that he was looking for help. There was no help to be found, however. His friends looked just as scared as he felt, if not more so. Most people were just walking past. Cameron was drawing a few stares, but nobody was stopping or looking like they would interfere. There was no sign of a cop, either.
"Look, lady, I didn't mean nothin' by it," he said finally.
Cameron nodded. "Sure you didn't," she said. "But that's not an apology. And an apology would be a really good idea for you right now. Two apologies, actually... one for insulting me about my body, and one for calling me that unpleasant name."
The guy glanced at his friends, who were giving him fairly disgusted looks. Deep down he knew that if he did as she was demanding, this was the end of him with them. They'd never respect him again. But... he had a keen sense for violence, a sense born of long experience. And he sensed that serious violence was very, very close right now and that it wouldn't go well for him if it arrived.
"Look, I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to be rude like that."
"Like what," Cameron said. "Be specific."
"Like, calling you a dude. You're no dude," he said. "You're a fine-looking lady," he added generously. "And I, uh, I didn't mean to call you a bitch. I'm sorry about that."
Cameron nodded. "Now say the words 'I apologise'," she said.
"What?" He stared at her.
"I'll make it clear," she said. "Say the words 'I apologise', right now... or I'm going to break both of your arms. And then your face."
"I... I, uh, I apologise," he said. One of his former friends made a snorting sound.
Cameron nodded. "Good," she said. "Then we'll say no more about it, and I'll be on my way."
And she just turned and walked away. Liam wondered if he should say something, but honestly anything he said now wouldn't really matter. Cameron was done here, and so the situation was done.
He caught the guy's eye. For a moment, he saw something there. He wasn't sure if it was pity or envy.
He hurried away after Cameron.
"Was that really a good idea?" He asked hesitantly.
"I thought so," she said, and that was very obviously an end to the matter.
They found a place that wasn't too busy and set up. Cameron handed Liam a bottle of sun oil and lay down on her front without a word. He smiled ruefully and squirted a big blob onto his hand.
It was funny, he'd never really been attracted to muscular women before Cameron. He'd generally dismissed them as kind of freakish, as 'not what a real woman should look like', as women who wanted to look like men - all the stereotypical clich??s. But nobody could look at Cameron and think of her as masculine, or as wanting to look like anything other than the devastatingly gorgeous woman she was. And as he began to caress her body slowly, working the oil into her skin, he reflected that the muscles just seemed right on her somehow, as if all those curves only compounded her natural beauty.
He was struck by just how naturally big and hard her muscles were. Hanging around the gym so much this last year, he had seen a few other Amazon types there. A couple of them even went in for those female bodybuilder competitions. The shredded muscular physique was something they usually only had for a couple of days in the run-up to a competition, when they exercised like crazy and ate God only knew what kind of diet.
Cameron was bigger and more muscular than any of them, with a more shredded physique... but she looked like that all the time, apparently without a great deal of effort. That was not to say she didn't exercise, she certainly did. But not on a competition basis, not as an all-consuming activity that ate up her day. He could only imagine that nature had blessed her with some weird quirk of DNA that just made all this come easily to her.
He stroked her shoulders, as much a massage as an exercise in spreading suntan. He began to work his way down her back, caressing her spine and working the oil in. Her skin was flawless, absolutely flawless. He couldn't see a single blemish, a scar, a spot, nothing. He was lucky to have her, truly he was. He told himself so often. More and more often, lately.
He settled back for a relaxing day.
Much later, they packed up and drove back into the city. Liam headed for Cameron's place to drop her off.
"Am I coming up?" He asked, and instantly felt foolish for the way he'd said that. Am I. Not 'I want to come up', or 'can I come up', not even 'please let me come up'. Am I. Because it was, of course, something that she would decide.
"Not tonight," she said. "I'm not in the mood for fucking. Tomorrow, maybe. Come over after work."
He nodded and headed away.
Ten minutes of driving and he pulled up outside of a modest apartment building. He sat there for a while, thinking about it, then got out and headed for the entrance. He pushed the button for Apartment 304.
"Yes?" The voice came down.
"It's me," he said.
"She let you leave?" The voice came. Liam gritted his teeth in frustration, and maybe in a little guilt as she echoed his own thoughts of only a few minutes ago.
"Yeah," he said shortly.
The door buzzed. He made his way upstairs slowly, being polite by giving her time to do whatever it was that women do to get ready. A few minutes later, he found her front door ajar. He went in, closing it behind him.
Jade was waiting in the living room. She was wearing a set of sexy red lingerie and matching high heeled shoes, and nothing else.
"Damn, you look incredible," he said. He stripped his jacket off and dropped it on a chair as he walked over to her. She smiled and blushed slightly at the compliment. "Thank you kindly, good sir," she said playfully.
"Hmmm, one thing wrong though," he said. She looked a little uncertain, wondering if she had done something wrong. He smiled. So cruel. "You're not on your knees," he said softly.
Her own smile returned, and without a word she sank slowly down to her knees. She reached up and unzipped his trousers, reaching inside to pull his already hard cock out. Her breath caught in her throat. Liam felt proud. He loved the way she did that. Cameron acted like it was no big deal that he had such a huge cock... not like it didn't matter, as such, but more like having a giant trouser-monster was a minimum requirement. Her look when she first saw it had practically screamed 'okay, so you have a twelve-inch dick. What else have you got for me?'
Jade, though... she was no blushing virgin, he knew that. Quite the opposite, in fact, he had not often known a woman who loved fucking as much as Jade did. But it was like she had maintained that original innocence somehow, like no matter how many times she saw his cock the sight of it was some amazing new delight for her. It made him feel rather good. Masculine. Powerful.
He slid his hand into her blonde hair, gripping firmly but not painfully. "You know what's wrong with this cock, girl?" He asked.
"It looks pretty much perfect to me," she said adoringly.
"What's wrong with it is that it's not in your mouth," he said. "Let's fix that, shall we?"
And she did.
Much later, they lay naked in bed together. Jade was snuggled up against his side, one arm draped across his chest.
"I should leave her," he said suddenly.
"We've talked about that," Jade said. "I don't think it's a good idea."
"Why not?" He asked. "I know we've talked about it, but I just don't get it."
Jade sighed. "I don't know that I can really explain it," she said. "Look, I like Cameron, really I do. She's my best friend. It's just... well, she's so..." she trailed off, not sure how to end the sentence.
"She'd take it hard, I know," Liam said. Why wouldn't she, after all? Wouldn't any woman take losing a stud like him hard? "But she'd get over it, honey. Women get dumped all the time. They all get over it eventually."
"I'm not sure Cameron would," Jade said softly.
"You think she'd be heartbroken for all time?" Liam asked with half a chuckle.
"No, it's not that. It's... well, I don't think she'd be heartbroken at all."
"Then what would she be?"
Jade buried his head against his side and went quiet for a long time. He began to think she had fallen asleep, and relaxed back into the soft bed. He was just starting to drift off to sleep himself when she spoke again.
"I think she'd be angry," she said. "Really, really angry."
Cameron admired herself in the mirror. Strappy black leather shoes with six-inch heels. Matching black fishnet stockings with hold-up tops. A black leather minidress that left her arms and shoulders bare and exposed a good deal of the slopes of her upper breasts. A pair of silver straps wrapped around her waist, and the dress flared out into a short skirt below them.
She looked like something out of a BDSM fetish magazine, she thought. Which was the desired effect. An effect that was only magnified by the muscular perfection of her body, of course, she thought as she examined herself. She truly did look like a Goddess made flesh. Physical perfection.
She was kind of turned on looking at herself, and for a moment she thought about blowing Jade off and having Liam come over for a night of hard fucking. It was tempting... but he could wait. No reason not to have her cake and eat it, after all - she could go out for the night with Jade and then have Liam over afterwards.
Hell, she might even meet some sufficiently studly guy whilst they were out, she mused. She had to give credit to Liam - the man had the biggest cock she'd ever used, and he got hard whenever she wanted him to. He knew how to use the thing too, she thought with a smile. But what the hell, there were plenty of other big dicks in the world. And it wouldn't be the first time Liam had had 'sloppy seconds' without knowing it.
Her phone beeped; the Uber had arrived outside. She headed out, texting Jade to let her know she was on her way.
Jade looked pretty amazing herself, Cameron mused a few minutes later as her friend climbed into the car. Jade didn't have the muscular perfection of Cameron herself, of course - nobody did - but she kept herself in excellent shape, and nature had been very kind. Jade wore a sexy red dress which clung in all the right places and revealed just a bit more than a 'good girl' would without screaming 'slut!' She was gorgeous, and for a moment Cameron wished she was bi.
They went into town to the nightclub Cameron had picked out. The line outside must have had two hundred people in it, a hulking guy on the door obviously enjoying his role as the arbiter of who got in and who didn't. He couldn't let Cameron and Jade in fast enough, of course; what club wouldn't be eager to have such female perfection? Cameron was aware of the stares they were drawing as they walked casually past people who had been waiting for hours. She loved the stares she got, she had to admit.
The club was crowded, the music loud and pounding, the lighting low and the temperature high. Cameron knew she would love it the moment she walked in.
It was, as it turned out, a hell of a night. They danced, they drank - and of course, they were the centre of a maelstrom of male attention and desire. Neither Jade nor Cameron bought themselves a single drink all night long; they practically had to fight the guys off.
Jade, she noticed, didn't seem especially interested in picking anybody up tonight. She was happy to let guys buy her drinks all night, and to dance and even let them flirt with her. But no matter how good a candidate they might be, she would always dismiss them after an hour or so and move on to the next one.
Cameron asked her about it eventually. "So not fishing tonight?" She asked with a grin.
Jade shrugged. "Not really in the mood," she said.
Now that was strange. Jade had a very healthy libido, and rarely passed up on any opportunity to exercise it. They often spent time in 'girl talk', comparing their latest conquests and the various sexploits they had gotten up to. The thought of Jade turning down any particular guy wasn't a big deal, but her not being interested in any guy on a night like this was new to Cameron.
Although now that she thought about it, it had been weeks since she'd seen Jade take a guy home or heard her talking about taking a guy home for sex. Peculiar.
Well, Cameron wasn't about to let her friend put a dampener on Cameron's own evening! She picked out a guy from the five who were currently vying for her attention. "Okay, you made it through round one," she said with a smile. "Let's dance."
He wasn't a huge guy, maybe a little below average in height and build, but she didn't mind that; he was good looking, and from what she could see there was a pretty sizeable bulge down below. She danced close, holding him. He seemed somewhat intimidated by her body if the look on his face was anything to go by. She enjoyed that.
"So," she said after a few minutes, "how do you measure up down here?" She reached down and cupped his groin.
He jerked back a little, but her other hand was on his back and there was no way he was going to pull away from her unless she wanted to let him. After a moment he relaxed. "Well, I've had no complaints," he said smugly.
"Hmm, but how many compliments have you had?" She asked. She still had her hand on him; she could feel that bulge growing as she caressed him through his pants.
"My share... and then some," he said.
"So just how big are we talking?" Cameron asked. Flirting was fun, but at heart she was a direct woman and if he had a useless little average cock, she didn't want to waste time on him. "Anything below nine inches isn't good for me."
"I can make that... and then some," he said again, smiling.
Normally when a guy bragged about that particular feature there was about a ninety five percent chance that he was lying, but she thought not in this case. This guy had an air about him, a confidence that liars rarely displayed.
"Follow me," she instructed.
The toilets were crowded, of course, both lady's and men's. Cameron walked past both of them and into the disabled toilet, dragging him in after her and locking the door. "Trousers off," she ordered. It occurred to her that she didn't know the guy's name. Had he told her? She was sure he had, but she hadn't bothered to remember it. Meh, what did it matter, really?
He dropped his pants, fumbling a little as his underwear caught on his hard cock. As he untangled himself and straightened up and Cameron got a good look at it.
"Not bad at all," she said. "Now, on your knees. Let's see if that tongue is good for more than bragging."
He kneeled obediently, pulling her lacy black thong down. She moaned as his tongue found her slit and began to work on her, seeking out the little firm nub of her clit.
She rode his face to orgasm twice, then pulled him up and shoved him backwards. His cock was still rock hard, luckily for him, and she moaned in pleasure as she impaled herself on him. Not as big as Liam, but big enough to stretch her pussy delightfully.
She took him balls deep, squeezing him hard as she began to work his cock. Cameron exercised her pussy muscles just as hard as the rest of her, and she could squeeze a man with some serious power if she wanted to. She remembered Alex, how it had felt when she had squeezed his cock inside her with every bit of her strength, felt it being literally crushed past bursting point. The feeling of her feminine strength destroying his masculine power had been amazing, as had the screams of agony he had emitted. She could do that to whoever this fucker was, she knew; squeeze him, crush him, destroy his cock with her pussy. There was nothing he could do about it, no way he could stop her. She had all the power here, all the strength - and that was as it should be.
The thought excited her. She began to grip him harder, without any real conscious decision, just the thought of how amazing it would feel to fuck him to death and then walk away... and there was a loud knocking at the door.
God damn it! Cameron glanced at the door angrily as the knocking came again. That was an insistent knock. That was a knock that wasn't going to be going away until it got the attention it wanted.
She couldn't destroy him, not if there would be an audience outside when she opened the door. Dammit.
She could still get the pleasure she wanted from him, though. "Harder," she growled. She gripped his hips, her fingers sinking painfully into his soft flesh, her strong arms pulling him against her with brutal power. He whimpered, and not in pleasure.
"No, wait, not like that..." he gasped.
She ignored him. She wanted him pounding her hard, and she really didn't give a fuck if he liked it or not. She felt his hands on her chest, trying to push her away, trying to pull free. "No! Stop!" He begged. "Please! It hurts! Stop, please!"
"Shut the fuck up," she moaned as she doubled her strength. He began to cry as she raped him, the physical sensations of his huge cock twirling together with the delight she took in overpowering him, in using her strength to extract what she wanted from him whether he liked it or not. He desperately tried to fight, and she spared a hand to slap him hard across the face. His eyes went unfocused and he slumped back. God, she loved that. She slapped him again and again as she pumped him into her, beating him into submission. It felt amazing; she felt herself go over the edge, screaming out in orgasm as she felt his cock pulsating inside her, pumping his cum into her.
When it was over she released him. He fell to the floor. The knocking on the door turned into a pounding. Cameron ignored it as she bent down over him. She put a hand around his throat and squeezed until he was gurgling as he tried ineffectually to pry her arm off.
"Tell people about this," she said with soft menace. "I want you to. I want you to have to tell all your friends that a woman raped you. I want to think about all the looks, the little snickers as you walk past. The jokes people will tell about you behind your back. I want to think about how nobody will believe you - not your friends, not your family, not the police. Fuck, the police will probably arrest you for raping me. So, go ahead, tell them. And when everyone is done laughing, when all the fuss has died down in a year or so... I'll find you. I'll track you down, and if you think tonight was rough, you won't believe what happens when I do."
She released him and he collapsed, gasping. Cameron unlocked the door and stepped outside. A woman in a wheelchair was sitting there, along with one of the big tough-guy bounces this place had.
"You're not disabled," he said.
"Well spotted," she laughed.
"Miss, you're not allowed to use the disabled toilets. This lady has been waiting for quite some time," he complained.
She thought of making something of it. The thought of cracking this bastard's skull open had a certain appeal. But she supposed she'd best not make a scene.
"Well, I'm sorry about that," she said, although she wasn't. "Some guy had too much to drink. I was trying to sober him up, figured it would be more private here. I didn't mean to break any rules. You'd best escort him to the door, he's still very woozy."
The guy looked in, saw the figure crumpled on the floor. "He a friend of yours?"
"He's no friend of mine," she said in complete honesty. "Hell, I don't even know his name."
She flounced off to look for Jade.
Later, they went for a walk. Jade had wanted to get another uber from the club, but Cameron was hot and sweaty and she wanted to be in the cool air for a while. They headed back in the general direction of Cameron's place.
"So what's with the sudden man drought?" Cameron asked.
Jade seemed to tense a little, then shrugged. "No reason in particular," she said. "Just, you know, having a break."
"Never known you to do that before," Cameron said curiously. She couldn't help feeling that there was something to this.
"Well, we've known one another what, a year or so? I've been pretty in heat during that time, but I'm not always like that."
"Uh huh," Cameron said. She couldn't help the note of scepticism in her voice.
"For God's sake Cameron, it's not like a I joined a nunnery," Jade said in exasperation. "In a few weeks or months, I'll find some lucky guy that I like and that will be the end of the dry spell."
"Alright, alright," Cameron said, "you do as you please."
Jade looked around. "Where the hell are we, anyway? It's awful quiet. Doesn't exactly look too friendly around here, either."
She wasn't wrong, Cameron thought. She hadn't really been around here before, except to drive through it during the day. It didn't look like the nicest part of town. Kind of dirty, a little decrepit. Lots of shutters or bars on windows, a fair bit of trash in the streets, that kind of thing.
"Maybe we should call for that uber," Jade said.
"Yeah, okay," Cameron fished her phone out. She tapped away on the app. "Says forty minutes," she said.
"I guess we wait," Jade didn't look happy about it.
"Hey baby, we can keep you company," a voice said.
Jade spun around, startled. Cameron turned herself. A smile came to her lips.
There was an alleyway a few yards down from them. Two men stood in front of it. They were big guys, tough looking. They had rather unpleasant smiles on their faces.
Jade looked suddenly very nervous. Cameron smiled slowly. She'd been feeling kind of frustrated about not being able to get as physical as she'd have liked to with her little rape victim. It seemed that the universe had decided to compensate her.
"That sounds like it could be fun," she said. In her peripheral vision she saw Jade turn sharply as she drew a sharp breath.
"Cameron..." she hissed. "What the hell?"
The smiles on the men grew wider. "Why don't you come over here," he said, gesturing to the alleyway. "I live just down there, you can wait in there for your car."
"Well that's very generous of you," Cameron said. "Sounds like it would be a lot more comfortable."
She took Jade's arm and walked forward. Jade tried to resist for a moment, but rapidly gave in - submitting more to Cameron's determination than her actual strength.
The girls walked into the alleyway, the two guys following. The dark enfolded them. They walked maybe a hundred feet off the street before they came to a light, a rather weak little thing that didn't so much dispel the darkness as push it back a little. Cameron chose her spot and turned.
"This is where you live?" She asked, looking around. There were blank walls on both sides. No widows, no doors. "I can't say I'm too surprised, given your clothes I took you both for homeless dudes."
The night seemed to go very still. The two guys looked at one another uncertainly. They'd both been in similar situations, several times before, and the anticipation was half the fun. Seeing the woman nervous, seeing those nerves gradually turn into terror, the sense of defeat and hopelessness in her face... it was almost as much fun as the beating and raping.
The skinny blonde one looked scared, they saw. There was a lot of fun to be had there. But the other one... she didn't look at all scared, though. She simply stood there, a mocking smile playing on her beautiful lips.
"What you want to be saying things like that for, bitch?" The guy who considered himself the leader of the pair said finally. "You don't want to piss me off. You could get hurt."
Her smile widened. "Oh, there's three serious mistakes right there," she said.
The leader looked a little confused. "What's that?" He asked. He thought the question made him seem weak, but he couldn't help himself.
"Well for one thing, I actually do want to piss you off. I want that quite badly. And for another, I very much doubt that I'm going to be getting hurt."
He looked momentarily confused, and felt her pussy begin to get wet. "That's only two things," he said uncertainly. "You said three things. What's the third?"
Her smile widened even more, and the guy saw a look in her face, something he had only ever really felt from the other side. It was the kind of look a cat gave to a mouse once it had it cornered and was enjoying the prospect of what was to come. Suddenly he felt fear, the kind of fear that he had expected to be watching rather than feeling.
"Oh, that's easy," Cameron said. Her voice hardened, just a little. "You really, really shouldn't have called me a bitch."
"I've had enough of this shit," the other guy said angrily. "I say we make this fucking cunt bleed."
"Anytime you want to try, limpdick," Cameron said.
"Jesus Cameron," Jade hissed. "You're going to get us killed!"
"Quiet," Cameron said simply.
"You listen to your friend," the leader said. "She's talking sense."
"I see you talking, you yellow bastard, but I don't see you doing anything about it," Cameron said. "Are you all talk and no balls?"
She wanted him to lose his temper. Her chief concern here was that one of the little bastards might get away before she finished dealing with the other. She wanted them mad and out for blood so that they would come at her and keep coming, even when it turned horribly bad for them.
"Fuck you, bitch!" The leader practically shouted.
Cameron lifted the front of her dress. She hadn't bothered to put her panties back on after she'd raped the guy in the club earlier. Her pussy was naked to them.
"You can try," she said. "But honestly, I'm starting to think you're just a pair of faggots."
That did it. They both came at her together. The leader swung a big fist, but he was slow and not especially skilful. Cameron stepped inside it and headbutted him hard. She saw stars, but she also felt his nose crunch satisfactorily under her forehead. The smaller one reached for her throat, murder in his eyes. Cameron let him grab her as she tossed the other one away. Strangling a person was a perfectly acceptable way to kill them, Cameron knew. Unfortunately, it took a lot longer than most people thought, and if your victim was the sort of person who could keep calm in extreme circumstances there was quite a bit of time for them to act before lack of oxygen made them at all woozy.
Cameron reached down and yanked the guy's pants down. He was one of those idiots who wore them around his ass anyway, so that was easy enough. She grabbed his crotch through his underwear, wrapping her long fingers around his balls. Then she squeezed as hard as she could.
His balls practically exploded under her fingers. He lost his grip on her neck instantly, his arms going to hers to try and pull her free. Cameron grabbed his neck with her other hand and lifted him bodily into the air.
"Still nervous?" She said to Jade, who was staring at her with a comical look of surprise on her face, her mouth literally hanging open. Cameron turned to where the other guy was starting to get up, one hand clutching his broken nose and trying to stop the blood pouring from it. He had a look of pure hate in his eyes.
Cameron threw the one she was holding at him as hard as she could. They collided with a satisfying thump and collapsed to the floor.
The guy with the crushed nuts was out of it for a little while, Cameron knew. She reached over and looped a forearm around the other one's neck, lifting him bodily off the floor and applying a choke hold. He began to struggle frantically.
"That's it," she said, releasing the pressure a little to let the blood flow back to his brain, and then applying the choke again. She didn't want him out, not quite, not yet. "Feel the strength of my arm. The sheer power. You're helpless against it, aren't you? Helpless against me. Feel it." She choked him hard, knowing that he would feel himself fading out. "Feel the world slipping away. That's death coming, fucker. I could keep this hold on until you're unconscious... until you die, if I want. And there's nothing, absolutely nothing, that you can do to stop me. Because you're weak." She released the pressure and he tried to breathe again, tried to struggle. "I want you to understand this, fucker. I want it to weigh on you. You're alive because I chose to allow you to be alive. That's the whole and only reason."
She dropped him, and he fell in an untidy mess at her feet. She straddled his body and took hold of his hand. "Wakey wakey," she said as she took hold of a finger and snapped it ninety degrees back. She grinned as she started twisting the finger back and forth, feeling the broken bones grating against one another.
She snapped the next finger, and he groaned and began to come around. He didn't really wake up until the third, though. Then his eyes suddenly snapped back into focus and he screamed.
Cameron punched him in the throat. Not particularly hard, but his eyes crossed and the scream turned into a gurgle.
She snapped his next finger and watched his face turning slowly darken as he tried to both draw breath and scream. "How tough do you feel right now?" She asked pleasantly. "Being beaten up by a girl. And absolutely nothing you can do about it. You can't stop me, because I'm just too strong, and you're just too weak."
She saw the other one struggling to his feet, slowly, still bent over clutching his groin. She bounced her current victim's head off the concrete floor four or five times and he went to sleep for a while.
She rose, looking over at Jade. Jade was staring at her with utter shock, her eyes kind of glassy in the dim light of the alley. Cameron gave her a reassuring smile as she stepped over to the struggling would-be attacker. He looked up at her, his face scrunched up in pain. Cameron punched him as hard as she could in the temple.
She felt his skull crunch pleasantly under her fist, and the man went down like a sack of bricks.
"Jesus fuck, you killed them," Jade whispered in horror.
"Oh, not likely at all," Cameron said. "They're a bit banged up, but nothing a few trips to the hospital won't fix. Trust me, they'll be fine.
"But... but... how can you do that?" Jade stared down at the two men.
Cameron shrugged. "Jade, they're the ones that tried to attack us. They were planning to rape us, and probably to murder us. What I did was defend us."
"But... but..." Jade said and fell silent.
"Now I admit, I may have been a bit forceful about it. If that upset you, then I'm really sorry about that," Cameron lied sincerely, "but they did attack me first. They could have had knives. They could have had guns. I had to take them down. Forcefully."
"We need to call for an ambulance," Jade said, looking down at the inert pair.
Cameron shook her head. She took Jade by the arm and not-quite-dragged her back up the alleyway. "No, that we definitely don't need to do. Our ride will be here in a few minutes. Trust me Jade, there's nothing permanently wrong with those two. They'll be up and about in minutes, and they can call for help themselves at that point if they need to."
Jade looked dubious, but Cameron didn't give her the chance to argue further. Fortunately, their car pulled up only a few seconds after they exited the alleyway. A few minutes later they were clear of the area.
Cameron lay on the bed lazily, basking in the afterglow. Say what you like about Liam, she reflected, but he really was an incredible fuck. Partly that was in the fact that he had just about the biggest cock Cameron had ever experienced. She was a fully committed Size Queen - hell, she was a Size Empress! Average sized cocks actually offended and angered her, so much so that she usually went out of her way to punish the males who bore them. And below average cocks... well, the less said about those, the better.
But in a life of seeking out the biggest cocks she could find to pleasure herself with, Liam was certainly the biggest she had ever come across... or cum on, to be more precise. Eleven inches long, and a shade over two and a half inches thick. Nor did he have any trouble getting full-on raging erections, as some very large men did. It was positively delightful.
Better still, he knew exactly how to use it! A lot of big guys seemed to figure that a big dick was all they needed to make a woman scream. Liam understood that skill was a requirement, and he had it in spades.
She watched as he dressed, getting ready to head out to work. She considered keeping him home today. He always squealed about work when she did that, like she gave a damn. She hadn't told him yet that if things continued to go this well with their relationship, he'd be giving up on work to spend all his time in her apartment. Not that she was avoiding the subject, she just hadn't decided if she was going to take him down that route yet.
??"I want you back tonight," she said.
He nodded. "I should be able to get away by about seven," he said.
"I don't want you here any later than that," she said. There was no warning in her tone, but he'd know better than to arrive late. "I want some more of that cock," she added by way of explanation.
He smiled. "No problem," he said.
After he was gone, Cameron set about her own day. The gym kept her pretty busy, but she could hardly complain about the results. She earned far more than she needed - and far more than Liam did, though that would change if he really did wind up inheriting control of his dad's company. He droned on about that all the time. Cameron nodded and smiled and wondered idly how the company would get along without him.
She went down and opened up. The usual crowd of early risers came pouring in and she set about the day's work. But she was distracted... frankly, she was horny. Visions of Liam's huge cock swam behind her eyes. God, she loved fucking it. She could hardly wait until the evening. It was going to be a rough one for him, she decided; four orgasms, absolute minimum. That was a stretch for one evening, even for him.
Hmmm. Now that she thought about it, why wait? She could go over there at lunchtime, get a couple in at his office.
Once the idea hit her, she couldn't stop thinking about it. She found herself watching the clock, willing the digits to change faster. She really shouldn't, she knew. She had a bunch of stuff to do today, including some deliveries that would need signing for and then checking. She could hand that off to somebody else, but nobody else really knew the procedure, and if they screwed it up it would cost her.
But fuck, she was getting hornier by the second. She could probably be there and back in an hour... and more than likely the deliveries would come later in the day. So.. she'd probably still be able to deal with the deliveries.
What the hell. She grabbed the phone and rang his cell.
"Hey honey," he said. "How are you?"
"Horny as fuck," she said. "I'm coming over to fuck you."
"Ah, uh, Christ, that sounds fantastic, but I just can't," he said.
"What do you mean, you can't?" She demanded, suddenly angry. "I want to fuck!"
"I know that, and honestly I'd like nothing better, but, um, well there's a huge meeting about to start. We're pitching some new clients. It's a massive deal, it means a lot to the company. All the senior partners will be there, and I just have to be. I've put a lot of work in on this, honestly, I just can't get out of it."
"Well when will it be done?" She demanded. She looked at the clock again. Dammit, those deliveries could come any time.
There was a silence on the line that went on for a surprisingly long time. Then his voice returned. "Not for hours, honey" he said. "Hours and hours. Probably won't be done with the meeting until at least four, and then there will be debriefs after that. Honest, I'm solid all day long."
"You guys aren't breaking for lunch?" She demanded.
"Uh... well, the thing is, that... I mean, we will be having lunch, sure. But... as part of the meeting. They're getting stuff brought in so we can work through."
She sighed in frustration. It was tempting to just go over there anyway. So what if he missed some stupid meeting? What did that matter?
"Cameron!" A voice floated through into her office. "Fedex truck's arrived!"
Well, that settled it for now. "Alright, whatever," she said into the phone. "I have to go. Call later."
She hung up without waiting for a reply.
As it turned out, she got lucky with the deliveries. As she watched the Fedex guys unload, the second truck of the day pulled up. And she'd barely gotten started with that when the third and last arrived. She had a busy half hour supervising the unloading, and then a busy ninety minutes checking through the inventory. All present and correct for a change. Excellent. She glanced at the clock. Barely noon. Liam would get his chance after all!
She drove over to his office and rode the elevator up to the top floor. "Hi," she said breezily to his secretary as she wandered in. She'd met the girl a couple of times before, mousey little thing in her fifties. Not Liam's type at all, which meant Cameron had let him keep her. Not that she feared competition at all, but she saw no reason to let her boytoy have attractive scenery at work.
"Hi, I've come to take Liam to lunch," she said.
"Oh... I'm sorry, he went out early for lunch, about twenty minutes ago," the woman said. "He said not to expect him back for at least a couple of hours."
Cameron sighed. "It's okay, I know he's in some big meeting with all the partners," she said. "You don't have to lie about it."
The woman looked offended. "I do not tell lies!" She pouted. "He's not here, honestly. And besides, there isn't any big meeting of the partners on today. There's one scheduled for next week, though. Maybe you got the days mixed up."
Cameron stared at her as the mental wheels turned. Then without another word she walked over to the door to his office. The secretary squawked and flapped around trying to stop her, but Cameron just ignored her.
The office was empty.
She turned and walked down the hall to the big conference room. Liam had shown it to her once, a rather pathetic attempt to impress her. He'd actually bragged on how much the table had cost. Cameron had suggested they junk it and turn the place into a gym for all the flabbies in the office.
The conference room was empty.
She left. All the way down to the lobby, she simply stared off into space, her mind working overtime.
He'd lied to her. Flat-out, plainly, directly lied.
Why would he lie to her? The list of reasons was short, and none of them were good.
She walked out of the building and stood outside, motionless as people went past. His usual place for grabbing lunch was half a block down. A nice enough little restaurant, she had always thought. If she was to have any chance of finding him, she'd find him there.
It only took a few minutes to get there. She walked in, straight past the door guy. He began to bleat about their dress code, which apparently didn't include gym clothing. She ignored him as she looked around.
And there he was, in the far corner. Sitting at a table, chatting away to a stunning blonde.
A very familiar stunning blonde. Jade.
Well, perhaps it was just two friends having - and at that moment, Liam leaned over and kissed her. It was not the kind of kiss one gives a friend. Jade reached up and caressed his face.
Cameron actually began to tremble. She nearly, very nearly, walked over there right there and then. If she had, she knew she would have beat them both to death. She could feel her hands clenching as a tide of rage swept through her.
Slowly, she forced the rage deep down inside. She didn't kill it, not remotely. Just squashed it down and down, locking it away within her like some caged wild beast. She turned to the restaurant guy next to her.
"I really must insist that you leave," he was saying. "If you don't, I will call the police!"
Witnesses. Police involvement. Probably cameras. Fuck.
It took every bit of self-control she had to turn around and walk out. But she did.
Liam glanced over and frowned. He caught the barest glimpse of somebody walking out the door. Somebody who wasn't in a suit or a dress, but... had that been sweats? No, they had a dress code here. It was one of the things he liked about the place, it made it feel upscale. But he could swear he'd seen somebody in sweats. Somebody tall.
He dismissed it from his mind and turned back to Jade. "We need to get going," he said. "Back to my place for an hour or so?"
She grinned. "Absolutely," she said. "I can't wait for some dessert."
Afterwards, he went back to the office. Two-hour lunches were pretty typical for him. Nobody seemed to mind. It never really occurred to him that this was because everyone recognised that he never actually did anything useful whilst he was there.
"Any messages?" He asked June as he breezed in. The secret to success in business, he thought, was to always act as though whatever you did was exactly what you were supposed to be doing. Then everyone just went along with it.
"No," she said. "Your... um... girlfriend dropped by earlier, but she didn't leave a message."
Liam froze. He turned slowly to face his secretary. "Cameron?" He managed to ask. "Cameron came here?"
"She did."
"Did you... did you tell her I was in a meeting?"
She frowned. "Of course not," she said. "I told her you were at lunch. She was actually quite rude about it, she went into your office and then into the conference room. She flat-out accused me of lying to her!"
Fuck. Fuck. He thought again of that flash he'd caught in the restaurant. Dammit, it had been somebody in sweats. And now he thought about it, that somebody had been quite tall. A lot taller than the restaurant guy who had been behind them.
She'd seen him and Jade together. He knew she had. Holy shit.
He went into his office and called Jade. He explained what had happened.
"Oh fuck," she breathed into the phone, obviously terrified. "You have to leave. We both have to leave. Right now!"
He looked at the phone. "Leave?" He asked stupidly. "Leave where?"
"Everywhere!" She practically yelled. "Jesus Liam, are you stupid! You have to go! Now!"
"Jade, calm down," he said. "This could be a blessing in disguise." It sounded weak even as he said it. "You know I've been talking about dumping her..."
"Liam, I've tried to explain this to you," she yelled. She was practically hysterical. "Leaving her would be a really bad idea. Cheating on her is... I don't even have the words."
"Well what's she going to do," he said sarcastically, "sue me?"
"Sue you?!" She actually laughed. "You think she'll sue you? Christ Liam, you'll be lucky if she doesn't rip your damn head off! And me too, come to that."
He laughed, but it sounded a little hollow. He found himself wondering if Cameron could rip somebody's head off. He suspected she could. He remembered the day at the beach. Say the words 'I apologise', right now... or I'm going to break both of your arms. And then your face. At the time, he'd taken it as a threat, not much different than 'I'm going to kill you!' But he remembered the way she'd said it... that quiet, flat voice. Not angry, not really. Calm. Very, very calm. As if she'd said 'the sky is blue', as if she was just stating a fact.
"Well look, what is it you think we should do, exactly?" He asked.
"Liam, get into your car and get out of there. Don't go anywhere Cameron knows about. Not home. Not here. I'm leaving right now... I just hope she isn't waiting outside for me somewhere. Fuck! We need to meet somewhere... any ideas? Nowhere you've ever taken Cameron."
"Uh, we could go to my brother's place," he said.
"She's never been there? You've never told her about him?"
"No, I don't think so," he said. "Pretty sure I didn't, anyway."
"Okay. Give me the address, meet me there as fast as you can."
He pondered what to do all the way to Greg's place. He couldn't bring himself to believe that Cameron would get violent. Not seriously violent, anyway. He could imagine getting into an... well, an altercation, with her. Maybe something you'd even call a fight. But nothing serious. Nothing that would result in a trip to the ER.
Jade didn't see it that way. "Liam, we have to get out of here," she insisted. "Out of the city. There has to be somewhere we can go, some place you can visit. Just book into a damn hotel if we have to! Christ, your dad owns a hundred of the damn things, get us a room in one!"
"Don't you think you're over-reacting?" He asked.
"No I fucking don't!" She screamed. "You don't know her Liam, not really. You don't know what she's capable of!"
"I guess not," he said. "What's she capable of, Jade?"
She told him about the night Cameron had taken her out to the club, and what had happened afterwards. Liam listened in growing disbelief. "It can't have been as bad as you think," he said finally.
"Liam, you weren't there! I thought she was going to kill them! I know she certainly could have."
"Well sure, she's really strong, but-"
"No, that's not what I mean," she interrupted. "I mean she could have done it. Mentally. You should have seen her, Liam. She was beating the shit out of those guys, and she wasn't scared, she wasn't just trying to keep them off her. She was going after them, and I swear to God, she was enjoying it. I think she could have just beat them and beat them until they were both dead, and she wouldn't have been the least bit scared, or sorry. She could have killed them and then gone home and had a good night's sleep."
"Well... they were trying to hurt you both..." he said.
"Yeah, they were." She looked down, defeated. "You're not going to believe me, are you? You've already decided that she can't be dangerous, and so you're just going to ignore anything I say. But Liam... I was there. You weren't. I'm telling you, she's a dangerous woman. Very dangerous. And I don't think she could be as angry at anything as she must be at us right now."
"Can I make a suggestion?" Greg asked.
"Sure," Liam turned to his brother, glad of the distraction. Anything to break the tension.
"Why don't you go to dad's place?" He asked. "He's always at you to go see him, right? You know he'd be delighted. He's got plenty of room in that mansion of his, and it's practically clear across the country. Spend a couple of weeks there, come back when things have cooled down."
"Well, I guess I could," he said slowly. "Jade? Wanna come on a trip? We can fly out, be there in a few hours."
"Fly?" Her eyes went wide. "I can't fly."
"What?" He stared at her. "Why not?"
"It's... I don't like planes," she said. "They freak the shit out of me, actually. Look, I just can't fly. That's all there is to it. I tried a few times. The last time... they had to divert the plane and land somewhere else because I couldn't calm down and I was crying all the time. And, um, well... screaming."
"Oh, great. So much for Chicago," he said. "But-"
"You could drive," Greg put in.
"Drive!" Liam looked disgusted. "That would take days!"
Greg shrugged. "You got somewhere else to be?"
"But I can't drive across the country in my car," Liam complained. "It's tiny. I'd go mad."
"So, take one of mine," Greg replied. "Hell, take the Hummer. It's got all the space in the world, so long as you don't mind stopping for gas every mile or two."
"Yes!" Jade put in. "Please, Liam. Please, let's do this. We have to go, and this is a solid plan."
Liam shrugged. "Alright. We'll go right now. We can stop somewhere and get some clothes and supplies and such. I still think this is all a bunch of nonsense, but I'll call it a fun road trip and leave it at that."
"Oh, thank you!" Jade smiled joyfully. "Come on, get the keys! Let's go!"
Cameron pulled up at the end of the street and looked around. A pretty expensive neighbourhood, one of the better ones in town. That was good. People in expensive neighbourhoods tended to drive, not walk, so little chance she would encounter anybody. A car might drive past, but at night, in dark clothing, it wasn't likely they'd see her worth a damn.
Liam's brother's house was big, set well back from the street. She'd never seen it before, never been here. Liam didn't really talk about his brother, but she had gone through his phone once, just some idle snooping whilst he was in the shower. She'd noticed that the address under "Brother's place" in his satnav application was in a rather nice neighbourhood. Cameron had an excellent memory - not like a photographic remember-everything deal, but just very good. It was a huge help in her business. The address had stuck in her mind because she was surprised to learn that Liam even had a brother.
She had gone over to Liam's own place earlier. She'd gotten no answer to the bell, so she'd kicked the door in and checked it out. No sign of him. The same thing had happened over at Jade's place. Neither had either one of them answered their cell phones.
They knew that she knew, obviously, and they'd had the excellent sense to run for it. She'd actually screamed with frustration when she realised, and then let that caged anger-beast inside her loose by trashing Jade's place pretty thoroughly.
Then she'd remembered Liam's brother. It was a natural choice for them if they wanted to hide out from her.
The house was protected by a wall and one of those automatic gates. It wasn't that much of a wall, she judged. Easy enough to climb. And like most big expensive houses, it had a lot of space around it, a lot of privacy. It must have been a hundred yards to the nearest neighbour's place. Perfect.
Expensive neighbourhoods did, however, get a lot of police attention. Leaving her car here wouldn't be a good idea; a cop would very likely spot it and note down the license, at the very least. Not good.
She drove a couple of miles and found a quiet spot to park up. The walk back took half an hour or so. She kept her face down, the hood of her top pulled up so that nobody could get a good look at her. There weren't many people about.
Back in Liam's brother's road she checked around carefully, then rapidly scaled the wall of his property. Ten seconds later she dropped inside. No alarms. The lights were on in the house, so there was almost certainly somebody home. She pictured Liam and Jade in there, and her hands clenched involuntarily.
A set of big glass doors looked out onto the patio. Jade watched the room inside carefully for a few minutes, making absolutely sure nobody was walking around, then tried the door handle. Open. She smiled and slipped inside.
She could hear a TV on in another room. She prowled through the house stealthily, checking the other rooms before going for the TV room. All deserted. Good. She debated going upstairs to make sure nobody else was there but decided against it. Stairs often creaked, and it could give them the chance to run for it. Besides, the image of walking in on Liam and Jade enjoying some TV together was too strong to resist any more. She headed for the TV room.
She walked in and grimaced. No Liam. No Jade. Dammit!
Instead, there was a single guy lying in a nice comfy-looking leather recliner chair. Liam's brother, she presumed. What was his name again? She'd seen it on the phone contact list. George? G something, anyway. Greg. That was it.
"Hello Greg," she said softly.
"Jesus!" He jerked in the chair, scrambling awkwardly to sit up. Cameron's nose crinkled in disgust. Liam was six feet even, not super-muscular but obviously fit and athletic. A good looking, sexy guy.
His brother was not. She guessed he was at least four or five inches shorter than Liam. At least ninety pounds heavier, too, and none of it muscle. Little wonder, she mused; the table next to him was loaded with beer and at least a dozen bags of various snacks, most of them empty.
"Who the fuck are you!" Greg demanded as he struggled to fight his way to his feet.
She smiled thinly. "My name's Cameron," she said. "Your brother may have mentioned me."
"What?" He stopped, staring. After a moment the shock and fear began to fade from his face, replaced by annoyance. "You're Cameron? Liam's girlfriend?" He asked. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Well I'm looking for Liam, actually," she said. "I checked his house out, and he wasn't there. I know you two hang out a fair bit, so I wondered if he might be here."
"And you just walked in?" Greg managed to stand, finally. Cameron stared with naked disgust. His stomach was actually hanging down over his belt! She felt physically ill just looking at him.
"Do you know where Liam is?" She asked again. She had actually calmed down some on the way over here. Just having to do things methodically, having to be careful about being seen here or leaving evidence of her presence, had made her force the anger deep down inside. Now that she was actually here, however, it began to boil up again. She could feel her hands clenching and unclenching, her teeth grinding together.
"You need to get out of my house right now, lady," he said. He didn't look scared at all now, and she decided that he must be quite stupid. "If you're not gone in one minute, I swear I'll call the cops on you."
He was threatening her, she thought. This sad sack of tubby shit was actually threatening her. Cameron's rage boiled over. She stepped forward and swung a fist, punching him in his big fat disgusting stomach. That punch had every big of anger she'd felt in the last day behind it. The sense of betrayal from both of them, the feelings of humiliation because they'd actually managed to trick her into thinking that they were her friends, that they cared about her. The mental image of them laughing behind her back every time she showed them some measure of kindness. Her fist may have hit this pathetic couch potato in his fucking vile excuse for a body, but in truth she was punching Liam. She was punching Jade. She was punching her own burning sense of failure.
Her fist hit Greg's flabby stomach and just kind of sank in. Some distant portion of her mind reflected that his body was so soft and spongy that it felt like you couldn't even hit him properly, like punching a huge lump of jello.
His body just kind of folded up around her fist, every bit of breath in him exploding out in a loud whuff sound. Then he just kind of reeled backwards and collapsed onto the floor. He clutched at his stomach, rolling onto his side in fetal position as he struggled to suck air in.
Cameron stared down at him in disgust. "Call the cops on me, fucker," she said. "Go on, what's stopping you?" She walked over and kicked him in the spine as hard as she could. He screamed as his body arched backwards at the fresh agony. She began to launch kick after kick into his body. It felt very good to release the anger inside her, to give it free reign. Greg struggled to defend himself, instinctively trying to cover the parts she was kicking, but it was hopeless. She heard ribs cracking as she launched kicks into his sides. One hit his arm, and thought she heard a bone in his forearm break.
His T shirt rode up as he writhed, exposing the big round pale skin of his stomach. The sight fuelled her disgust and anger, drove her to even greater rage. ?? She began stamping the chunky heel down on him. There was no method to it, no technique. Cameron was a devastating opponent in any kind of fight, not just because she was bigger and so much stronger than other people, but because she was a very calm, very smart person with an excellent knowledge of human anatomy. She used her strength, but she targeted it carefully. Always aiming to damage a specific body part, to disable or injure or even kill.
Not this time, though. This time her rage drove her, and she just lashed out again and again and again. She kicked Greg until he was barely able to move, huge red marks springing up all over his body. Here and there he bled from places where the heavy soles of her boots had torn the skin. He went from screaming to whimpering to just openly sobbing, tears and snot drooling from his big round repulsive face. Cameron kicked him in the face, feeling his nose smash flat under the power of her boot.
Finally, she stopped. She rolled his body over onto his back and straddled his chest, squatting slowly down. She was breathing hard, as if from a heavy exercise session.
"One of two things is about to happen, you fat fuck," she said slowly. He stared up at her, terrified, with that rabbit-in-the-headlights on his face. "Either you're going to tell me where Liam is, or I swear I'm going to beat you to death. And I'm going to take my time about it, too. What you've had so far is nothing, absolutely nothing, in comparison. I might even go to the kitchen and bring a few sharp objects back," she said nastily. "Or better yet, I bet you have one of those chef's blowtorches, don't you? I wonder how it would feel if I used it on your balls? What do you think?" She was pretty sure she was lying about that part. Not because of any hesitancy on her part to damage or injure him. She liked to damage and injure men. She'd even enjoyed killing them before now. She just preferred to do so body against body, her strength against theirs. It was more satisfying for her to break and tear and rend with her own hands and feet than with any tool. Still, she thought, using a blowtorch on his balls really could be interesting. She wondered what kind of noises he would make.
"Please no," he gasped. "I'll do anything, just don't hurt me. I have money in the house. A lot of it. In the safe upstairs. I can pay you. Just don't-"
She punched him in the face, hard. It was an unskilful blow; she didn't really aim as such, just lashed out. She hit him on the left cheek and felt a pulse of satisfaction as she felt it crunch under her fist.
"Fucking men," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Why don't you ever fucking listen? You think I want your money?" She punched him again, and this time she could see the cheek practically collapse under her fist. He screamed, desperately trying to raise his hands to block her. But they were trapped against his sides by her legs. He was utterly helpless. "Try to listen to me, you piece of shit," she practically roared into his face as she punched him again. His left eye began to fill with blood. "I don't want your fucking money! I want what I asked for! I want to know where that lying bastard of a brother is! I want to know right now!" She punctuated each sentence with a punch to the same spot, her fist smashing into his skull again and again. He didn't even cry out after the third or fourth - just kind of made a gurgling noise.
He'd passed out. Cameron growled with anger as she stood. Typical. Now she'd have to wait. Fuck!
She bent down and ripped his clothing off him, exposing his body. The sight of it made her want to vomit, it was like every single inch of him was covered in fat. His cock looked tiny, barely even visible under the rolls of lard. She actually dry-heaved at the sight of it. Surely he was a virgin, she thought. No woman would touch that, would she? Not even a hooker... he had to be a virgin. How was this the brother of Liam? They must each take after a different parent, she thought.
She prowled around the house. Out of curiosity she went to the kitchen and looked through the drawers. He really did have one of those blowtorches. Expensive-looking thing, too, all brushed chrome steel. Quite without thinking about it, she twisted the little knob and then pushed the button to light it. The flame was a couple of inches long, a nice soft blue with a little brighter blue cone in it. It was really quite pretty. She looked at it contemplatively for a while, then switched it off and walked back into the TV room.
He'd woken up. His face looked pretty funny, all lumpy and caved in on one side. His left eye was quite a mess, too. She wondered if it was permanently damaged. She didn't suppose it mattered, given the circumstances.
She squatted down next to him. "Where's Liam?" She asked flatly.
"Gone..." he moaned weakly.
"I know he's gone, fucker. Where has he gone?"
"Not sure..."
"Then get ready for more pain, fucker. A lot more pain."
"Please... don't know... really..." he whimpered.
She shrugged. "Listen to me," she said slowly. "You have two options here. Liam's location... or painful death. I know you assume that there's a third option. You assume that I'm a reasonable person. You assume that if you could just convince me that you really honestly don't know where your brother is, then I'd be fair about it and just leave."
She shook her head slowly. "The thing is, I'm not reasonable, Greg. Not now. Honestly, I'm not really reasonable most of the time, not by most people's standards. By most people's standards, I'm certifiably insane. The thing is, other people's standards don't mean shit to me. But you know what? Right at this moment, they're right. Right at this moment, I'm fucking insane. So, if you really don't know where Liam is then that's not going to stop me, Greg. If you really don't know where he is then I'm going to fucking torture you to death, and I promise you it will be screaming agony for you every inch of the way. Me, I'll enjoy the holy fuck out of killing a sad, obese little piece of shit like you. I'll probably have a dozen orgasms before I'm done with you.
"Here's your very last chance to avoid that, Greg. Where's Liam?"
He stared up at her from his one good eye, a look of pain mixed with absolute terror on his face. Something deep inside him gave way.
"Dad's place..." he whispered.
"Your dad?" She thought about it. "He lives in Chicago, right?"
He nodded.
"He flew out there?"
A shake of the head. She frowned... then thought about it. Didn't Jade... yeah, she was scared of flying. "Drove?"
A nod.
"What route, Greg?" She asked.
"I don't know," he managed to whisper. "Really I don't. He didn't say."
"I believe you," she said, and she did. She stood. "Was Jade with him?"
"Yes."
She thought about it. There really wasn't anything much more to be done here.
"Please..." he said. He was crying again. "Just leave. Please. I've told you everything I know. Just... go."
She shook her head. "Not that simple, Greg," she said. "I was actually kind of lying about the choice. It's not tell me where Liam is or I'll kill you. It's tell me where Liam is and I'll kill you."
"Please..." he began to openly sob again. Cameron looked down at him with utter disgust.
"Well, I'll tell you what. I will offer you one thing," she said. He looked at her, still sobbing. She took the blowtorch out of her pocket and his eye went wide.
"I can kill you real quick... or I can kill you real, real slowly. With this. It depends on you."
"Tell you anything," he managed to get out.
She shook her head. "You don't know anything I need, Greg. What I'll do is this. I'm going to get you hard. You might not be able to do that in your current state, even for somebody as incredibly gorgeous as I am," she said without the slightest hint of modesty, let alone irony. "That's fair enough. But if you don't manage an erection that's at least eight inches long, then I'm going to use this on you, Greg. On your balls, on your cock, on your face."
"Not... not that big," he said through the terror. "Even normally... I'm only five inches."
She smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that," she purred. "Doomed by your own tiny little dick. How appropriate."
In truth she hadn't the slightest intention of sparing him anything. She just rather liked the idea of throwing a little extra humiliation his way. Maybe his last coherent thought would be that his own inadequacy had brought on all the pain. She liked that idea.
But what she really looked forward to was the moment when she would be able to tell Liam what she'd done to his brother. She wished she had brought her phone along. A picture told a thousand words, and a 4k high-definition high-framerate video told a million. But it really didn't do to have your phone on you in a situation like this.
She lit the torch. Greg began to scream again.
He screamed for quite a while, actually. She was pretty impressed.
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