#camerondaddy

Her/Him

warnings: language,stalking

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Campus was colder than usual. Maybe someone else felt it as well, I wouldn’t know, I don’t speak to anyone here just come to do my classes and go. Other than that, I’m at the club three times a week.

I really do like to dance; the money is great, and the girls their decent, but I do it for the emotions, the feeling of flowing to the music on the pole and for the hundreds I make. But I never get to keep much of it because it goes to tuition, my car or my apartment miles from campus because the ones the school had were all taken.

I had no choice but to move three states over from where I grew up, I had to get away, no one took after me, no one ever had a heart for me, it was always me doing everything for myself, been taking care of myself and always will.

I don't need anyone to care for me

Walking to math, I heard a lot of people talking about a special event going on during classes, I put my headphones in hoping it wasn’t mine. I didn’t care about events here; most were boring or forced participation. I sat in a seat and waited for the professor to start. My friend at the club Adriana, really my only friend from the club, texted me to hang out after classes and I agreed. She was older than me by 3 years and she had her own life so when we had to chance to hang i took it.

Mr. Mav rushed into class, “Alright everyone listen up, you know as a math teacher I strive for focus and just doing work but as the football coach I have something special in the stadium, and it IS a grade so everyone must be there.” I sighed as I got out my seating walking out the door Mr. Mav making sure everyone was accounted for.

Why, why did it have to be my class I continue to hear whispers of what was going on something about football players visiting, that just made me want not to go more. We got to the stadium and sat on a few bleachers, Mav talked about how this somehow had to do with math that like makes any sense then he introduces players from a few players from the Saviors, but one name caught my attention... Cameron Cade

Him

Finding someone from a dancer's name might be hard for someone else but not me, surprisingly I didn't find out much about her, just that she goes to this school. So, I scheduled a three-day popout event for the “students”, but it was for her. I hoped to find her as soon as possible and I did, I found you.

I couldn’t believe I gave a private dance to a star quarterback and teased the fuck outta him. Im dead. I tried to avoid eye contact, but he already figured out it was me, not taking his eyes off me. He sly smirked like this was some fun for him. After what felt like hours the event was finished and I rushed down the bleachers hoping he wasn’t going to come after me.

I went after her leaving the field abruptly, I stayed on her she tried to duck me, but it was too late for that. I called her out by her stripper name; she stopped, turning to face me, pulling me into an empty room.

Why the fuck would he say it here is he fucking stupid, “what do you want?” crossing my arms still in disbelief about everything, “I found you Sativa” he replied smirking God this man is fucking fine. “Don’t say that name” “Well what's your real name?” stepping closer, tilting his head slightly. “Vardia” I spoke plainly, looking up to him his huge I could only imagine what else it was.

He repeated my name to himself towering over me staring into my eyes it felt different; I moved around him “What do you want from me?” Keeping space between us, he just stared at me.

She was different from that night. She looked somber worn out, like she hadn’t slept, no makeup baggy clothes, more comfortable I fell in love with her more. In her daze she snapped at me, “hhelloo, you gonna stand there and just fucking stare at me?” she said sassy tone I liked that, “I was just admiring you ma” coming closer to her but she back away once more.

I really didn’t mind him being close to me, but I had to be careful. Repeating my question, he licked his lips “I want you, Vardia” he said that like he was so sure, “your joking?” letting out a mhm

But he was serious, “you don't even know me” reasoning with him, "then let me know you” pulling out his phone already unlocked in his contacts, I took his phone typing in my number his eyes stayed on me. handing it back to him, “happy now, can I go?” I felt like I couldn’t breathe; he was so intoxicating, but in a good way.

He nodded and I rushed towards the door suddenly a grab at my arm, “I’ll see you tonight.” He said strictly like it was promise, letting go of me I left him alone in that room. What the hell did he wanna see me tonight? And why was I excited to see him again?

Him

warnings: 18+, swearing, use of n word, arguing, forced aggression, mentions of sex, crazy cam

Happy new year's mls enjoy!! 💜 will do a mini her/him chapter da morning been writing since 2am 😶

wp: n-3-l-y for whole fic and more otw

also came to a conclusion that this fic will have two endings....

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Next time I need to keep a closer eye on her, she can't see that room-not yet

 I left Dia in her new closet, vanity room to getting ready for our long day, needing to get take a phone call outside on the balcony; a place I knew she wouldn't be listening. "I told you not to fucking call today" annoyed in always having to repeat myself to idiots.

"I just wanted to let you know how close we are mister Cade" Rod sounded nervous he was nothing but a punk ass driver. "Why aren't you there yet, it's been two days" tired of waiting for my other guests to arrive. "It's kinda hard to find people who move around a lot plus your source doesn't seem too reliable" hearing Carl chuckling in the background.

"Let me tell you something, either you shut the fuck up and do your job's or I'll send others to do yours plus some, I know where your daughter lays her head...didn't she just turn five?" having no hesitation in my actions.

 "I-I'll get it done-" his voice dropped empty, "don't call me till you got them" hanging up before he could respond; I didn't care who did the job as long as it was done that's all I cared about anyone would do it for the right amount of money.

She appeared behind me observing me through the sliding glass door, exchanging looks at each other; I wondered how long she was standing there hoping she didn't hear the call. 

Coming back inside she looked too sexy in a full one piece snatching every part of her curves perfectly, her hair straightened different from her curly styles, "you look too good ma." not taking my eyes of her face the way everything caught my attention even the smallest scar could change that.

"Thank you, Cam," she replied grinning at me her face had a questioning look, "what's with that look?" coming closer to her. She just nodded me off like it was nothing, "I asked you question." towering over her; backed up on the glass door she stood her ground, "why did you go outside to talk on the phone?" why did you always have to be so nosey. 

"it's just my manager its business" being the one to break first; walking into our room grabbing anything else I needed before heading out, "what kinda business, football shit?" she followed questioning me.

"Yeah, just football business, get off my dick Dia" brushing past her on the way out. "Yo what's your problem?" determined to get something out of me. "You ready to go, I'm not tryna fight with you right now" ending it off before doing something I wouldn't regret.

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The drive to the outlets was silent no one talked no music played just silences; I didn't mind though gave me time to be in my head and it was better than her questioning me. I needed to put a rush on this plan before it went to shit too early, everything I did would go to "waste".

Hours walking around shops were what I wanted to do the least but at least it kept her happy and, in my view, not at some hoe-y club she thought she belonged to. We checked out some racks taking as long as she wanted, the only ones in the store other than the three workers there was no rush to go. 

I kept feeling eyes on us which was normal being the only ones in the store, but I couldn't let it go after I noticed the eyes weren't on me but on Dia. Some light skin nigga just kept looking her way as if I wasn't on her ass the minute we stepped in here, and I just knew she was entertaining him.

"You need his help or something?" talking low enough for her to hear, "what are you talking about?" pretending like I pretty much haven't been seeing them eye fuck each other. "don't play with me you been checking that nigga" raising my voice slightly still trying to keep it private.

"I ain't checking no one, ain't no one worried about him tf, your tweaking dude" shaking her head she thought shit was sweet we gon see. Calling out the worker she wanna play eye games with, "hello, how can I help you?" nigga wanted to be all polite and shit; Dia eying me, "you wanna fuck my girl?" questioning him off the bat both of them shocked speechless, "Cam-" cutting her off "I know you wanna fuck her the way you can't keep your eyes off her" getting in his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about nigga" finally opening his mouth feeling real bold now "Cameron leave him alone" trying to pull me away from him, "look at her again, and I'll find you" glaring at him he nodded in response shoving him away.

"Your fucking tripping nigga like actually what the fuck" she was pissed but she needed to know who she belongs to, tossing everything she held at me; I just left a stack knowing it was more than enough walking out the shop after her not caring about the alarms blaring.

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Another silent drive this one sounding more silent somehow as she ignored everything, I said texting on her phone her screen been darken so I couldn't see, "Where you wanna eat Dia?" asking for the third time the next wasn't gonna be positive "whatever you want just take me home" not taking her eyes off her phone.

"No, you're not, you're not hungry?" wondering who got her attention "nah, I am but I'll eat with my friends they invited me out for New year's so-" cutting her off "what friends and you didn't even ask me to go out?" like she aint know the rules.

"Your funny, I don't gonna ask you shit we ain't together, never were remember?" chuckling this this shit was funny, "Don't matter you're not going anywhere without me" trying to grab her phone.

Smacking my hand away, "don't touch my shit bro drop me off now" putting her phone in her purse "You're not going nowhere bitch" trying to grab on her arm, speeding up on the highway trying to get home. "Fuck you nigga, take me home now I swear to God" shoving my hand away; she wanted to make this harder than what it is.

"You ain't gonna do shit, Dia" she glared at me smacking me in the face "who ain't gonna do shit, let me out now" ready to hop out on the side of the road "You wanna slap me?" my tone darkened; the things I could do to her right now. 

"LET ME OUT THE FUCKING CAR!" shouting in response I pulled over to the side of the road ten minutes by her crib it was dark no lights, but she wanted to go cool.

 Slamming the door on her way out I roll the window down following her, "Dia come on, I'm sorry okay" just wanting to be good. She ignored me continuing to walk her arms crossed, "We could get food at Diego's and drinks from Ace's they make your favorites right? Or smoke weed with the rose leaves you like" still ignoring me I only got angrier.

"We could have some nasty cross faded sex... Let me take care of you, you know I love you Vardia." giving me the middle finger in response, "Whatever fuck you bitch, good luck getting home." Driving past her watching her disappear through the rearview mirror, telling myself she wanted this and I knew she would be back by the morning begging for this dick.

you wanna go out... that's coo I got my eyes on you I'll always know where you are hoe.

Her

warnings: 18+,choking, cameron being crazy, swearing

enjoy mls 💜

wp: n-3-l-y

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It felt refreshing walking up this morning to warm blankets, extra soft pillows and strangely the scent of him. But it felt empty beside me his presence missing leaving the silhouette as a reminder of existence. The feeling of him last night, inside me squeezing his way in only caring to pleasure me was a side I thought wasn’t him. Maybe giving him a chance wouldn’t hurt, right?

The smell of fresh waffles dragged through the halls entering a kitchen larger than my apartment. He stood towards the counter Cam’s shirtless bare back only giving me imagines of how scratch up I could leave it.

Pulled out of my imagination to the sound of a finished plate of breakfast hitting the table, “nice to see your finally up” looking over at the clock one thirty-five pm stood in bold. I missed half of my classes panic came over me, “why didn’t you wake me I had classes dude” turning away in frustration. “Don’t worry about that, I handled it for you" that sly smirk plated on his face. I could only imagine what he did.

“What did you do exactly?” challenging his actions, “like I said don't worry about it come sit, now” this time sounding more commanding. Sitting at the counter he slides my plate towards me; Belgian waffles drizzled in syrup with cut up bananas and blueberries on the side. Along with Sunnyside eggs, and sausage but not just any kind, it was pork sausage.

Growing up I developed an allergy to certain foods and one of them was sausage, that being the only one I could eat. I glared at him wondering how he could possibly know something like that only my deadbeat parents could know. Questioning how he could’ve known this I just assumed it was luck, “You're in shock to see your favorite breakfast? even used pork for you don't want you dying on me” plating a kiss on my hand.

Shit was so weird already I knew he had this stalker vibe, but this allergy thing really freaked me out. After we ate, Cameron said he had some issues to handle which left me all alone in his house to explore and snoop.

Going through the rooms searching corners, nothing was out of the ordinary, trophies money stacks and junk scattered around. I figured there was nothing else to see till I saw a flight of stairs down a dark hall.

The door was completely different from the rest of the house going down the steps; a padlock sat on the wall next to the door. Only four numbers to get through the door putting my ear to the door I heard faint moving inside, a creak on the floor, “What are you doing” I jumped seeing him on the top of the stairs his darken figure, “Nothing just looking around” he stepped down the stairs the steps getting harder and louder.

“What's behind the door?” Standing my ground as he approached me, “You wanna find out” his hand softly grazing my face then gripping my neck. “Cameron-” tightening his grip his eyes went cold for a moment than releasing his grasp taking a step back.

“What the fuck is wrong with you” relieving myself from the loss of air, “I'm sorry ma I don't know what got into me” reaching out for me I interfered pushing his hands away.

“Let me show you something” leading me up the stairs I hesitated but strayed behind him. Leading me towards a different colored door, I was sure I seen everything. Opening the door, I was shocked.

Different types of clothes, shoes and bags organized perfectly evenly, walking towards the island in the center of the room gorgeous gems and rimstones flashed through the glass top. Going through the giant closet, every piece was perfect a purse for every outfit, every piece being my size, even the jewelry.

I turned to Cam who just idolized me watching my every move “it took me a minute to set this up I wanted you to have clothes here just in case you, you know wanna stay” coming my way, “this is a lot Cam you really didn’t have to” closing the space between us.

“I wanted to Dia just appreciate it” resting his hands on my hips “I do thank you really” taking in this moment I felt something I haven’t in a long time, letting myself be happy for once grinning at him, returning one at me it felt good to have this.

Her

warning: language, use of n word, aggressive behavior/ assault.

It’s been a couple days since I been with Cam, no texts no calls nothing, not even stalking my Instagram. I shouldn’t even be feeling any type of way; it’s not like we were together.

But I felt kind of empty it was weird we only saw each other to go do random activities or talk in his car, and I feel like I'm going through a withdrawal. Part of me hoped he was different that he was going to try hard for me, but whatever fuck that nigga.

I was finishing up before going on stage felt like it was going to be a crazy Friday night. My section was pretty full; ‘King of Fall’ filled my space with red hazy lights. It felt like I was being watched which was stupid because everyone was, but I felt like someone was staring fire beams through my body.

Towards the end of my dance, doing ground sets this white old nigga kept trying to get close to me moving away every time he did then he tried grabbing me.

“Back the fuck up” snapping on him, he just smiled and laughed like I was fucking around. After that he disappeared for the rest of the night I hoped his ass got whooped fucking weirdo.

Finishing up my count for the night I changed back into my tracksuit heading out the backdoor, I saw a familiar face leaning on his blacked-out Audi his hoodie on just enough to hide his face, but I knew it was Cameron.

“So, you ghost me then wanna show up at my job” walking up to him he just smirked holding out a small white box from his pocket, “I'm not taking that” pushing the box away, “take it Dia.” His eyes cold handing it to me again.

Opening the box, it was a shiny diamond tennis bracelet something way out of my budget and something no one ever thought of getting me before. He watches me admiring the bracelet, “you like it?” not taking his eye off me, “yeah it's pretty” shrugging trying to seem nonchalant about it, “what do you say?” lifting my chin to face him, “thank you Cam.”

His touch felt so safe I felt so warm. Why did I like this; he moved first this time taking the bracelet from the box nudging me to hold my arm out. Putting the bracelet on all I could do was admire his green eyes, “you got something you wanna say” grinning at me opening the passenger door, “you're still a piece of shit” getting into the car.

Cameron kept insisting to stay the night at his place, I really did want to see how large he lived, but I couldn’t just keep it up not yet. “You sure you don't want company?” resting his hands on my hips, he really tested how much he can touch me.

“Yeah, just not yours,” joking with him, his face goes cold gripping my face, “don’t play with me” letting go of my face. Was it wrong for me to like that, “Will I see you tomorrow?” he mischievously smirks “sure.” He replied coldly.

He’s been weird lately and not acting different tonight like he wasn’t the one obsessed with me, acting all distant and shit.

Tossing and trying the rest of the night, it was freezing in my room. I kept checking my ac, but nothing seemed off. I was exhausted all I wanted to do was sleep, going through my contacts stopping at his number.

him

warnings: language,sexual tension/scenes,obsession i think thats it



Felt like hours waiting outside her nosey complex, it wasn’t how I pictured; it was average and crowded. I wasn’t too concerned about it she’ll be living with me soon anyway; living better. She came out her place in this dark blue dress that hugged every curve and black heels, whatever she put on she always looked fine as fuck.

I walked around the passenger side, stopping her from putting her hand on the handle again, “I told you don't touch the door” lowering my head and strictly whispering into her ear before opening and closing her door,

The ride to the restaurant I booked was an hour away, I wanted to Dia with me as long as possible. Mainly on her phone most of the ride I caught her peeping me here and there, “You can stare longer ma, I ain’t gon bite you” teasing her resting my hand on her inner thigh. She felt so warm that alone made me stiff, “boy ain’t no one staring at you” sliding my hand off, “What I can’t touch you?” smacking my lips, “I don’t like being touched” going back on her phone mhm we gon see.

10 minutes of silent into the date she got straight to the point with her questions, “what’s this obsession with me, why’d you take me out?” taking a sip of her marg, “I told you I want you, I wanna get to know you’’ keeping it real with her. “why though; I danced with you once and your like ‘oh yeah I need that?” mocking my tone I grinned, “why you gonna be like that Dia” her face changed when she heard her nickname, “one don't call me that, two because you expect me to be like every easy bitch you been with I'm not one of them” making herself clear.

“I know you're not that's why I'm on you” taking a sip at my drink. She seemed kind of taken back but not fully trusting it, for a moment she was her in thoughts then she looked at me, “what do you wanna know about me?” A wave of peace came over me, “everything”.

She told me how she moved out of her neglectful stepmom’s house as soon as she graduated high school and been working at the club since turning eighteen, paying off debts to help herself only to create more debts. How she only danced for money and for art, that when she finished, school was going to quit stripping at clubs and get her own studio. Wanting to be an artist, she enjoyed painting and sketching.

The more she told me the more I felt attracted to her, especially when it got deeper, “I only have two bodies I'm not a hoe just cause I strip, and don't think I'm cause you took me out I'm fucking you.” Trying to come off serious but having a sly grin on her face, “play hard to get all you want, you’ll cave” grinning at her.

After dinner we sat in the car for a well, I didn’t want her to go but she insisted, “are we going to sit here for another twenty minutes?” getting inpatient on her phone, “just letting you rethink your choice, you might enjoy your time with me” resting my hand on her thigh, “I told you I'm not fucking you” being persistent on her answer, “come on ma, how long’s it been since you been with a man a real man” circling her inner thighs slowly sliding my hand up her dress, “I know you need some pleasure,” my fingers rubbing against her panties.

She turns to me her dark eyes staring into my soul, licking my lips she grabs my chin plating her soft lips onto mine, connecting to each other, it felt intimate sloppy my hand now caressing her breast, she pulls out of the kiss fuuck, “ I been good with or without a real man, I don’t need you” staring right into my eyes seductively, pushing my hand away, slowly she was letting me touch her longer.

I just nodded not going to argue with her after that, we pulled up to her place making my way to the passenger door to let her out, “I'll see you soon” not making it a choice , “we’ll see” she turns to walk away I pat a slap on her ass. Turning to me for a moment, scaling me smirking, turns back towards her place.

“I'll see you real soon Dia” mumbling myself plotting my next move

her

warning: language,stalking,black oc

I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened this morning, my heads been flooded with what could happen tonight. I felt weird, strange maybe, but it was a new feeling, it was warm, it felt good.

Cameron wanting me kept repeating in my mind; no one has ever wanted me so bad to stalk me. I been in a relationship or two but I was young and native I didn't know my worth. I had to keep my guard up I wasn’t just going to drop to my knees for him even though I wanted to, he thinks just because he’s some fine ass nigga Ima be easy going for him, he didn’t need to know that though

I must’ve been too deep in my thoughts when Adriana started shaking me out, “girl, are you good you been out of it since you got here?” Taking a sip from her glass, I wanted to tell her about what happened, but I was worried about it being still an issue if people found out. So, I kept it quiet till I was sure, “yeah I'm good just tired you know” hoping she’ll believe my lie.

She nodded really trying to analyze me, “If you say so, I’m going to get another snack you want?” making her way to the pantry and my phone starts ding a few times. “Nah I'm good-,” I said looking at my notifications from Instagram. Every single one of my posts were liked even ones from years ago, along with everything in my highlights.

“Damn who blowing up your phone?” Dria came over trying to take a look. I didn’t want her to see it was him, tiling the screen away she makes a face at me, “your being so weird today, Dia what’s going on for real?” She's the only person I really tell anything in my life, but I had to be private. “It’s nothing just a weird guy spam liking my shit, it’s stupid” trying to sound convincing, “if something going on with you-” she’s cut off by my phone ringing, I look at her apologetically before going into the kitchen.

I answer the call, it was an unknown number, but I knew the caller, “Come outside” was all he said before hanging up.

How the fuck did he find me?

Her/Him

warnings: 18+, swearing, use of n word, aggression, strangling, murder, drinking, f! receiving, p!v, drugging etc

i think i deleted this my accident

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we outside to tonightt!!

Cameron really thought he was gonna keep me from going out especially after how he been acting all day, he funny. 

   Topping off my look for tonight spraying glitter all over my new leopard laced pants and a black fun top pairing that just some black heels, having my 13x4 chocolate brown body wave flowing loosely.

  Pregaming some shots before my ride got here listening to Flo Milli, I made sure to take a lot of pictures making sure he saw how sexy I looked without him in the outfit he bought me.

Taking a finally look at myself admiring from head to toe in the mirror noticing the bracelet he got me something about it felt off, removing it and swapping it out for another one before heading out for the night. 

   Meeting Adriana and a couple of her girls at some club as we were waiting in line to get in, taking more pictures for the gram and just chatting. 

Spotting a group of niggas behind us only one stood out to me, a tall tatted darkskin with long dreads giving each other's looks knowing I had to get him inside.

  Lots of looks thrown between me and that darkskin man and many shot into the night caught up to me taking a bathroom break Adriana watching out for me, "giirl I'm so gladd you came out tonight I loove youu" shouting over 'Cocky Af' blaring throughout the club she smiled ear to ear "I lovee you too girl I never wanna miss a night to see you Dria" giving her a hug it felt nice to be with someone I know I could trust and actually be safe with.

   Exiting the bathroom 'Act up' now playing giving each other looks going back to her friends who were taking more shots; we were having a good time shaking ass rapping along the lyrics, "Act up, you can get snatched up, Act up, you can get snatched up Dirty ass nails, baby girl, you need to back up" me and Dria shouted to each other through the music not aware of anyone else. 

 Stumbling into someone behind me a hand on my back; turning to face that man finally, "sorry didn't mean to bump into you" giving him a forgiving grin "nah your good, it's my bad should've said something" returning a grin back at me fine shyttt                                                                               Dria senses the vibes letting us have a moment, "I'm Julian" holding his hand out to me "Vardia" taking his hand in mine, "Sexy name for a Pretty lady."

      First, we were sitting at the bar simply talking over drinks only on his tab; somehow ending up back at his place our tongues down each other's throat making out on his bed after our second round. His large hands cupping my bare ass rubbing all over me. 

Flipping me over on the bed making his way down my already sticky body wet kisses leaving a trail to my pussy, placing soft kisses all over slowly rubbing the clit I let out a soft gasp as he inserts his tongue inside me pacing slowly holding onto my hips. 

  Grabbing onto his dreads, "oh my god, Julian," moaning his name out as he inserted himself inside me again, already feeling my stomach tighten tired from the many climaxes he got out of me. As he sped up his pace pushing my legs behind my head, the wet slapping sounds our sticky creamy skin combining with my moans and his groans, "you like this dick huh, best dick you had" he spoke out slamming deeper into my walls tighting around him.

Nodding in response causing him to lightly slap me, "use your words baby" using his free hand to push onto my lower stomach, "yes it's the best!" ready to explode feeling myself at the peak of climax, "I can't hold it anymore baby" my hands on his chest trying to run from him.

"Let it out baby, all over this dick" hearing the green light, I released my juices all over him again as he let out a couple more strokes before pulling out and unloading his warmth on my stomach.

   Both of us out of breath and exhausted he placed a kiss on my temple grabbing the warm clothe from the nightside from previous rounds cleaning me off. Honestly shock from how gentle and caring he was the whole time I've been here even after fucking men rarely showed aftercare. like someone I knew

He left the room bringing back some more water for him and myself along with a snack for me as well. Thanking him for both; he showed me where the bathroom was leaving him alone in the room now, looking at myself in the mirror I looked rough, but I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else right now even if I just met him. 

  Searching through his bathroom he was a pretty clean guy, lots of male scented body washes and skin care everything pretty basic and slightly tidy nothing out of the ordinary I love myself a clean man.

  Entering inside his room he laid there under the new sheets and covers, patting a spot on the bed next to him, "Not kicking me out after who are you?" joking with him as I settled in next to him "After everything of course not?" wrapping his arms around me feeling so secure cuddled up with him, "night pretty lady" snuggling me tighter placing another kiss on my temple.

I could really get used to this fuck Cameron.

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It was New Year's Eve and if Dia wanted to be a hoe and go party then I could fuck another bitch

     I made a call and got some white girl over here from a guy of mine, she was tiny less experienced than Dia, leading the lady in my spare room handing out a tiny glass to her, "Take it" staring down at her "what is it?" she still tried to seem flirty and curious. 

"Did I pay you to ask questions or to fuck me?" tired of the amount of people questioning and testing me today, downing the shot still hesitated compliant. Taking the glass from her tossing it to the ground before pushing her onto the bed more, "strip now" my tone stern she listened following my demands. she might make it out of here

      Three rounds later she was worn out, looking a mess her hair all over the place, all sweaty and sticky. she was disgusting "Cameron I'm done" she spoke restlessly laying on the bed, I stared at her as I approached the bed pulling her to the edge rubbing her head, she just looked at my confused, "I need one more from you, ok?" gripping her face she nodded in response.

Sliding myself inside her again she let out another moan as I place my hand around her neck speeding up the pace being ruthless with the strokes, careless about everything around me.          

  Tightening my grip around her neck more she started to gasp out for air, "c-cam i--i can-" smashing into her some more not knowing whether to moan or beg for her life, "it's almost over" closing my eyes I could feel her pulse through my hands her heartbeat speeding up as she gripped my arms pleading for me to let go.

Her breath now slowing to nothing laying their limp and her eyes empty, I stared at her lifeless body still unsatisfied putting my hands around her neck again snapping it taking another look at her. She was in peace now from the pain

      Laying in my bed staring at the Tv all I could think about was Vardia as I jerked off to our sex tapes, I secretly recorded from the hidden cameras I had around the house. All I wanted was her for us to be happy and she wanted to go be a hoe with her friends, maybe I should kill them next-

her

a lil free writing i did wit inspo from @sanniesluvs

warning: language thats it

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Girls arguing, Wack music and my bosses calling my name behind me were all getting cancelled out by Doja cat blaring in my air pods. I already wasn’t in a good mood since my car is in the shop, but I had four VIPs tonight and a set so I could really use the money for the payment or anything else.

I looked in the reflection of the mirror,

both of my bosses standing at the locker room entrance, “Sativa! ... Sativa! We need to talk.” one signals to the door; I put my music on pause and come down from the counter leaving the room with them.

“You know the rules about headphones Sativa only one air pod aloud at a time” Chris says walking behind with his stupid iPad, “Well maybe if we were able to listen to music, we actually wanted to hear I wouldn't have to break the rules huh.” I said to Chris as I turned to Ralph, my main boss, as he leaned back on his desk when we entered the office.

Chris closes the door behind us, “Your aware of your VIP’s tonight, correct?” Ralph says, “If they haven’t changed from what you told me 2 hours ago.” I reply smartly, “here you go with that mouth of yours” Chris decides to chime in. “who’s talking to you- “not tonight” Ralph interrupts. I turn my attention back to him, “When you get your first VIP just do what your paid to do and that's it” he says strictly.

“So, what I always do?” crossing my arms from the freezing room. “I’m serious, he is a very popular man, don't show off or ask for autographs,” “And who is he?” I asked slightly curiously. I didn’t really care who he was cause no matter what I'm still going to do my flow and nothing more, regardless of who it was.

“Cameron cade.” Chris bursting out, I exchanged looks to both, “who is that?” then they exchanged looked like I was out of this world. “You don't know Cameron cade” Chris asks shockingly, “Should I?” I look at them. They exchange once again like this conversation went better than expected, “you know what let's just keep this between us...and don't tell anyone and I mean anyone about this or who he is understood?”

“And what would happen exactly if other girls found out?” testing the water on that threat. “Then you won't be getting your whole amount of money for the night, and you will be cut” Chris explains with a sly grin on his face as he is now standing side by side of ralph. No fucking way that's five hundred just from my VIPS, “you're joking right” I reply seriously. “You want to find out if I'm joking?” he keeps that sly grin on his face, “no I... I understand” nodding in compliance.

Ralph nods back, “great, go finish getting ready he’ll be here soon.”

I’m not sure what I was getting into or who I was going to dance for tonight but I'm definitely keeping my mouth shut for once.

I couldn't risk this money