#cade

Grumpy-Sunshine

Pass It, Baby! - Cameron Cade

Note- Drugs, Cursing & Sex are present!! For 18+ Readers, Southern Grammar!!

It’s Cameron Cade’s first Champion party. Girls are dancing with each other; guys are blowing smoke through their lips as they jot numbers from the hottest groupies in LA. Daniel, Cameron’s best friend, offers a guy a stainless-steel chain. However, the customer is unaware that the diamonds are cubic zirconia. “They selling fast, man. You think bitches on yo’ d*ck now, wait til you put this shit on your neck!” Daniel always knew how to make money on the side, even though he’s a professional now. Music drowns out the crowd’s conversation with one another. A woman with glittery red heels & a loud pink dress, runs to the bathroom - everything she drank & ate escaped her lips. Her friends exchanged faces. “Eww girl, what the fuck. You’re embarrassing us! Cameron Cade is going to be here any moment. Suck it up!” The friend with blonde highlights in her hair & red lipstick yelled. “Fuck you!” The woman wipes her lips.

As the party got loud & crazy, Cameron Cade arrived - his wife Jasmine beside him, holding hands. Daniel ran towards them. “Yooooo!” Turning towards the crowd, he screams, “Muthafucking Champ is here!” The Ballers, Groupies, & Dancers said their “what up’s” to Cameron. The groupies rolled their eyes towards Jasmine as she walked past; her white body-con dress hugged her hips. Curls hugging her face as she followed Cameron towards the living room. “Have fun my n**ga. The bar is open & it’s a lot of bad bitches.” Daniel leaned towards his ear. “These bitches ready to hop on you, so be ready.” He pats his back, a heads up in advance. Cameron dapped him up. “Alright….” Cam looks behind Daniel; a group of guys staring at chains that aren’t even real. “N**ga you still selling FAKE ass chains? You a pro now!” Cameron semi-yelled. The group stares at each other. “Yo, let’s dip.” The crew followed each other to the other end of the penthouse. Daniel tries to call them back - staring at Cameron, disappointed. “Bro, why you fucking with me right now?” Daniel yelled. “You know that shit is fake, cool out.” Cameron informed, gripping Jasmine’s hand, protecting her. “You right… but still! These muthafuckas’ don’t know that.” They both laughed off the conversation, parting ways into the crowd.

Men & women are coupling up, either getting rooms or kissing & touching on the spot. Cameron holds Jasmine’s waist, semi-yelling in her ear from the loud music. “Gone-head & have fun. My manager is here. Have to handle some business real quick.” Cam grips her ass. Jasmine whines. “You’re always leaving me with random bitches.” She folds her arms. Cam kisses her right cheek, then her left cheek. “It’s okay, trust me. Angela is right there.” He points to Angela; holding her mini dress as she danced like a freak. “She’s a ho-’’ Cam interrupted her, holding her hands. “Baby, just trust me, alright?” She sighed, accepting his demand.

“Mr. Cade! There’s my guy, congratulations!” His manager, Jake, ran towards Cam, giving him a tight hug. Cameron could tell Jake was drunk as hell, from his waddle & breath. “Thank you. You know, I wanted to-” Jake interrupted him, kissing his forehead. “Let me show you around.” Jake led the way towards another room. Men who made ten times more than Cade. Groupies who were well taken care of by their leaders. Ballers with real chains & diamond earrings to match; Even a couple of championship rings to flex with. A guy bumped into Cam, sizing him up. “Watch where the fuck you going.” He informed. “Cool out, Eric! Tend to your bitches!” Jake yelled; lightly pushing Eric to his place.

“Have fun & remember…. Be careful.” He says while squinting his eyes. “Barbra?! Where are you, woman?” He walks away from Cade, searching for the middle-aged woman. Cam stood in the center of the party, forgetting where he had entered. The room was cloudy. Mix of ‘gars & weed stung Cam’s nostrils as he passed. A white couch catches his eye, and he takes a seat. Girls’ asses bumped the couch as he tried to relax. “Get it, sis!” A woman yelled. Cam leaned his head back, bumping the woman’s drink, spilling it on her dress. “Fuck, watch out, will you!” Cam stands, the woman taking a good look at his features. Her eyes widened as she left her crew. Cam stood in front of her, a huge height difference! He bends down to her level, whispering, “So sorry about that, really.” The woman smirked, putting her left arm around his neck, whispering, “Want to help me clean it up?” She smiles. Cam couldn’t hide his horny side; he still wonders why he’s still married for this long. At this moment, he’s not thinking about anyone but this woman who’s standing in front. Adrenaline rose as secondhand smoke smothered his nose. Eyes low & ready for action. His thoughts left his mind as the woman led the way towards a bedroom.

The bedroom was dark; the moonlight from a huge window lit up little parts of the bedroom.

The two began taking each other's clothing off. Silver dress thrown to the left, Black hoodie thrown to the right; the only thing left were pink panties & boxers. Cam wasted no time when it came to sex, especially if it was a groupie. Being a pro for a minute now has changed Cameron Cade’s mentality. Surely Jasmine knows it. All she can do is take it & keep on loving him until she breaks.

This woman here, has shown Cam certain positions he has never seen. Her head hangs from the bed while Cam stands over her, letting her take it all in, while he plays with her kitty.

Ten minutes have passed. Her legs are behind her head as he pounds. Moans, groans & the headboard slamming against the wall were smothered by music on the other end of the door. Cam doesn’t even know the woman’s name & is already deep inside. All he cares about is her screaming his name. “Ouuuuuuu Cade-EEEEEEE”

As their juices mixed, Cam lies beside her, rolling up.

“Want to hit it with me?” He asked, rolling.

“Pass it, baby!” The woman smirks as she licks the paper.

I'll write up an actual introduction but this is my foster, Cade.

"If I could be anybody, dead or alive, I would wanna be my dad in 1985"