It’s an out of body experience seeing that moment again. The pain and possession and jealousy of it, along with a good dose of pleasure.
Now, all I feel is rage that someone stole that moment from us.
The irony is that the site that “broke” the video, claimed it was that other woman, not Twyla, getting her ass beaten. They don’t even realize it’s her.
That’s one blessing, I guess, because watching that video has made my insides gritty and rough. And the click-bait headline—Slut takes spanking from Zion Mason—at private adult Sex Camp: click for full video—makes me want to smash the world.
I’ve destroyed everything. Not just Twyla’s career and my own, but the entire camp experience.
For everyone. Anonymity, privacy, security. Those were the cornerstones of this place. And now, they’re gone. Poof. With a leaked video that should never have been taken, much less gotten out.
“Who did this?”
“We’ve tracked it and, well, it’s a combination of things,” says Grace, looking annoyed. “First off, people are filming you because you’re you.”
“Which everyone already knew, apparently.”
She shrugs. “This getting out was a mistake, from what we’ve gleaned. You know how it is.”
“Yeah, well, we’ve got a no phones policy for a reason. They took the video and posted to their private FetLife account,” says Liev. “Got screenshotted. Gossip site picked it up. The culprit’s already been asked to leave and banned from camp, but, the damage is done.”
“I’ll go,” I say, feeling dull inside. “Get the PR people to create a distraction someplace else. Keep the media from finding the camp and bringing—”
“No.” Liev gives the room’s other occupants a long, slow look. “We’ve discussed it and that’s not the solution.”
“Look. This ismyproblem, I created this. I need to handle it. And I can. I will.” I look at Twyla, dressed in Grace’s clothes, a sweatshirt of mine on top, all wrapped up in a blanket, seated on the sofa between Gigi and Lamé. She’s pale and tiny and exhausted. Big surprise, right? After the intense scene we lived through, then the kissing and everything that happened between us. Now this nightmare. “I won’t let anything bad happen. I’ll distract the tabloids with some bigger fiasco. That’s the—”
“There’s noIhere, Zion.” Twyla’s staring right back at me. “There are two of us now. That’s how this works.”
“Allof us,” says Grace.
Gigi overlaps with, “There’s no I in team.”
“Or in family,” Lamé joins in.
“Well, actually, there’s an i, but the idea’s—”
“We need to—”
“Stop!” I explode to standing in the middle of Liev and Grace’s cozy living room, with its simple furnishings and warm lights, and art everywhere. It’s much too civilized an environment for this. For me. “I’m going. Now.”
Liev gets up. “Sit down,” he growls, looking at me with low-level intimidation in his expression, if not actual aggression. It’s the sort of look I imagine a dad might give his kid before telling him he’s grounded. A no-nonsense mix of exasperation and affection that I’ve never been on the receiving end of.
“We need a plan.” He points at the armchair I’ve just left. “If you could hang out for a few more minutes, we’ll discuss it like the family we are, and take it to—”
A loud banging starts up from the front of the house.
“Shit,” Liev mutters, following as I stalk down the hall to get it.
I throw open the door to see Benji and Max, looking deadly serious. “We’ve got visitors.”
“Where?”
“Front entrance,” Benji says, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “Couple men in a rental car. They’re doing their best to get in.”
“I saw cameras.”
“Paps.” I nod once. “I’ll go. If I distract them, give them the shots they want, we can get campers out the back way. Give you time to evacuate.”
