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settle on a black skin tight leather skirt and a black/pink mix  leather halter top that pretty much covers my boobs in a crisscross style and that’s it. Pairing it with a pair of thigh high HOT PINK leather boots , I make my way to the bathroom to flat iron my hair and jerk it into a  ponytail with a sparkly pink holder. THIS NIGHTS GONNA BE FUN! Now its Cams turn to drop his panties… we march to the garage I can’t help but smile.
    Cam is looking around the garage I assume for Gus. “Where’s the driver?” I let out a laugh laced in a sexy kitten purr. “Oh honey we aren’t in need of Gus tonight, I plan to stay sober to drive home so I thought we would take one of my favorite rides” I open the key box get the tiny key on a hot pink chain. As we start to trail past all the vehicles his eyes bug out as soon as he sees it. In the far corner sets my custom painted black Suzuki GSX1300 HayaBusa Bike. It’s trimmed in chrome and thin pink pin stripes. I fight myself to hold on because I HAVE to be in control but just seeing his eyes it’s like Christmas for the first time in an orphanage. HE has never seen anything like it! So I do what’s right & hand him the key. “O NOOO LEXI I AM NOT DRIVING THAT!!!”  I giggle and point out “1 yes you are, 2 your to big for the back and 3 I’m still the boss and I say YOU ARE besides if I sit in the front in a skirt my whooha will be plastered all over the internet before we reach the club” with almost zero push he grabs the keys jumps on kicks the stand up drags me over the bike by my arm and out of nowhere he is kissing me a fast but sweet kiss. “Lexi everything about you wows me, WHAT ON GODS GREEN EARTH do you need with a bike like this?”  Stunned I jerk back and look at him like he has a skinned cat on his head “Excuse me Cam? A bike like this? Opposed to what? A MIATA or maybe a MOPED!!!  Honey this BIKE runs up to 193 miles per hour and I told you once before I RIDE HARD & FAST! So why don’t you kick this bike in gear before I kick you in your ass ok thanks!!!” he looks at me for a second and I see the twinkle in his eyes “whatever you say baby. Hold on tight.” And he’s revving to life and sliding out into the air  CLUB DELSAYO here we come ….
    Slinking across the dance floor with a neon glowing glass I am gyrating and sweating within minutes Cams face still glowing from the ride, where I decided to hold on probably didn’t help either, I couldn’t help it, no sex in days needless to say I am a little tight strung right now. I am so glad to be here ready to rave till the sun comes up. Cams not the best dancer BLESS HIM, he is a country boy and I don’t see any cowboy boots insight. “Don’t worry cowboy, I’ll make you look good, we don’t line dance in Miami” his hands are around my neck and before I know it I’m struggling to keep from dropping my glass. I rub my body up and down him, grinding on his leg, with my head hung back. We couldn’t get any closer unless I possessed his body like Swayze did whoopee in ghost!  As I watch Cam jump around with his hands in the air, sweat dripping off his face I can’t help but feel pleased, an inner calm, whole even. It’s like he is just suppose to be near me, a part of me. We dance thru the night, a few times I’m lifted through the air and set back down uhh I know not to wear leather to  rave but I had to do it up  to show Cam the whole package!  Then the thought comes and I can’t push it out of my head. It’s time to take him home to show him the life you truly live the not so pleasant side; you have to set him free. And with these thoughts running through my head I can’t help but fight back tears because those things aren’t things I want to do to Cam. I can’t see chaining him to a board and clawing at his skin till he bleeds or begs me to stop, I can’t see caning him or whipping him, I can’t imagine the look in his eyes if I cussed him like the dog he is for