November 8th, 2015
I arrived at the camp just as the sun was setting behind the tree’s. Standing before me was a large gate with a fence surrounding the perimeter. “They take this camping thing seriously…” I mumbled to myself as I approached one of the guards standing at the entry. I showed him my identification, explained who I was, and why I was there. Grabbing his phone, he made a call and just moments later he was showing me past the fence and into the camp. He walked me to the housing community which was made up of six little cabins surrounding the main lodge, and he explained to me that Charles will be meeting me just through the main lodge doors.
As I entered the building, I took a quick glance around. It looked like this is where they have their morning and afternoon gatherings. Shutting the door behind me, my eyes settled on the lit fireplace, and the man leaning against it. I took another quick look around, realizing it was just him and I in the room before acknowledging his presence.
“Hi,” I said softly as I approached him, he looked a few years older than me to my surprise, so 27-28 maybe. He was about six feet tall, dark hair, broad shoulders, firm chest, nice big arms. I cleared my throat, “I’m looking for Charles Lucius…” I explained as I continued to look him up and down. He was wearing some black combat boots, dark jeans, and a fitted black button up with a leather jacket pulling the look together nicely.
He squared his shoulders as I approached him and looked down at me with a furrowed brow “Call me Charlie.” He said holding out a hand to shake. His grip was strong and rough, you can tell he’s the type of man who works with his hands. “Forgive me, but what is an innocent girl like yourself doing in the middle of the woods at night, asking to speak with a stranger?” He asked with a head tilt as he released my hand.
A little taken back by his comment, I matched his expression with my own “My name is Katherine Fox, daughter of James and Katrina Fox. They told me to come speak to you, that you would have the answers to my questions…” I said folding my arms over my chest.
He let out a small chuckle, “Listen, Kate, your parents should have known better than to send their daughter here with a few questions and a recorder. A simple phone call would have sufficed. Now run home to mommy and daddy, yea? Us grown ups have some work to do.” He said before walking past me, heading to the front door.
“My folks are dead.” I snapped as I watched him and continued talking as he came to a halt” That’s why I’m here. I’m looking for some answers, now are you going to help me or not?” I asked frustrated. Why did this guy let me in here if he was just going to waste my time? I wondered.
He turned on his heel to look at me, “Tell me Kate, what is it that you do back home?” he asked.
“I’m a writer.” I replied simply as I dropped my hands to my sides.
He let out another small chuckle and tried to cover it up by scratching the scruff on his jaw, “And what is it that you write about?” he asked. He wasn’t taking me seriously.
“Erotic fiction novels.” I said taking a step towards him.
His smile faded as he raised a brow, “Is that right?” he asked looking me up and down as I stepped closer to him.
I nodded “That’s right,” I said as I reached him, we were now toe to toe. “See, if I were writing this scene out, right here, we wouldn’t be talking.”
He looked interested now, locking eyes with me as he spoke “What exactly would we be doing then?” he asked.
I took note of his chest starting to rise and fall at a quicker pace now as he waited for my response,” You would have me bent over this couch as you guided your hard cock into my wet pussy.” I started,” You would move slow at first, wanting to feel every inch of me, but then I beg you to fuck me harder.” I grinned, “Eventually you give me what I want by grabbing me by the hips and slamming your dick into me over and over again, making sure I cry out with every thrust.” I said tilting my jaw up towards his, “I’m not as innocent as you think, Sparky.” I whispered up to him.
His entire demeanor changed. He was now leaning into me, and I watched his lips curl into an evil grin as I felt his hand wrap around to the small of my back, pulling my body tight against his.
Running my hand up his chest and around his neck, my mouth watered as I imagined what this gorgeous man tasted like.
“Sorry I’m late, darling!” Said an older man walking through the front doors. He was busy looking at the books in his hands as he entered the building, so Charlie and I had a chance to step away from each other before he caught us.
“Oh, look at you!” He said walking up to me, “You look just like your mother.” He said running his thumb across my flushed cheek.
“Are…you Charles Lucius?” I asked, looking from man to man.
“Oh, call me Lou!” He said with a big smile “And I see you’ve already met my son, Charlie.” He said patting his son on the shoulder before walking over to the table to set down his books.
“Son?” I laughed “Oh my…” I said looking at Charlie.
Charlie took my hand and brought it up to his mouth “It was a pleasure meeting you, Kate.” He whispered before kissing my hand.
“I wish I could say the same.” I whispered, pulling my hand back.
“Well, I’ll leave you both to it.” He nodded his father goodbye, “Kate.” He said with a wink before heading out the door.
“So!” Lou rubbed his hands together, “You said you had some questions about your parents…”