I clear my throat. “You look amazing.”
“I don’t even recognize myself.”
“That’s the point, but you always look stunning.”
She looks down but grabs her purse, stuffing her phone and make up in there. “I, uh. Maybe we should scent mark a little bit before we leave? I put on deodorizers. But if we’ll be around people?”
“C’mere.” She walks over to me, and my much larger arms hold her. She takes off the cowboy hat to rub her face into my chest. Cami is so small and feels so right in my arms.
Platonic. Platonic. Platonic.I repeat in my head.
“You smell so good,” she whispers.
“Thanks,” I reply, willing my hard dick not to rub against her stomach.
“Let’s get outta here!” She whoops and flings the hat on her head. I think this is the most carefree and excited I’ve seen her.
We pass the garage on the way to Franklin’s car. “Oh, my mom got that taken care of fast.”
“Yeah.” I don’t know why I don’t want her to know it was me.
We both slide into the backseat together. Both of us bubbling with excitement. “So, where are you taking me?”
“Secret,” I whisper into her ear. I can smell the faint hint of her perfume. It’s like a hit of an addictive drug that I know I can’t partake in.
“Franklin, where are we going?” she asks him over the console.
“We will be there in twenty minutes.”
“Twenty minutes?” she says, shocked.
I have to avoid all her questioning the entire way to the surprise. When Franklin pulls up, Cami pushes her face to the glass.
“What the fuck is Rita’s Rodeo?”
“Exactly,” I say, opening the door and taking her hand in mine.
“Smith, what are you up to?”
“You wanted to be a normal person. What better place than somewhere in some random college town in Georgia where you don’t look like yourself. I wanted you to have a night of being whoever you want to be.” I smile at her and she looks up at me with wide eyes.
“You’re a good man, Smith.”
“Whatever, get your ass moving,” I tug her along as she laughs and we walk into the establishment.
“It’s, uh, eclectic,” I say.
“It’s perfect,” she whispers.
The bar is covered in license plates and bras are hanging from the ceiling. There’s a massive dance floor where people are doing a weird mix of line dancing and grinding. To the left there is a mechanical bull that just threw some poor unsuspecting woman onto the mat. I’m not sure how it passes health code standards, but it’s the perfect place for Cami to just be herself. The crowd is diverse and for the most part on the younger side. Let’s just hope there are no massive Deja Fox fans who will see past what she is wearing tonight.
“Let’s get drinks!” she shouts over the music.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“Tequila!” she yells back. That is the moment I know tonight is going to go off the rails. She makes me lick the juncture between my thumb and pointer finger, she does the same to her own and pours salt for both of us. We lick the salt, take our shots and immediately chase it down by sucking on a lime. Cami doesn’t even make a face as she shoots it back. I’m paralyzed with horror about what tonight might bring, I vow that I can only have a few more drinks to make sure she doesn’t get too wild. Every time Cami has had alcohol in the past it’s been in extreme moderation. I’ve never seen her drunk or inebriated in any way.
Cami quickly orders us another round and we shoot them back. Her smile is wide after she soaks up the lime juice after her shot.
