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  Sex Boot Camp

  By Paisley Brown

  A week away...

  After a hectic month at work, Cara expects to spend the next few days relaxing in her pajamas. Until her boyfriend surprises her with a getaway to a remote location.

  To open her mind...

  When she arrives at Sex Boot Camp, she anticipates her boyfriend will be by her side. Instead, she is left with a houseful of curious young women and a sexy instructor.

  And fulfill desires she never dreamed of...

  Although reluctant at first, Cara becomes entangled in a world of seduction and wicked fantasies.

  Caution: This story contains an Alpha leader who ensures his guests leave satisfied, hot woman-on-woman action, and an MFM ménage that will leave you breathless.

  Sex Boot Camp

  Copyright 2013 Jessica Subject

  Published by Paisley Brown

  Copyright 2013 Cover Art by Fantasia Frog Designs

  ISBN: 978-0-9919320-3-0

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Sex Boot Camp

  By

  Paisley Brown

  Chapter One

  Braeden sat in his Mustang outside the office building. Dread pooled in my stomach. He never met me after work. Had he come to tell me our relationship was over?

  “Cara, get your ass in the car. We’re going away for a few days. Just you and me, babe.”

  Braeden’s domineering attitude just didn’t do it for me anymore. Serve him right if I walked the other direction and spent my time off moving out of the apartment and moving on with my life. But why pass up a holiday?

  I shrugged and glanced back at my friend, the one person I would miss during my week off. “Remember, I’m on holidays.” With a final wave, and some reluctance, I did get into the car, hoping whatever Braeden had planned either brought our relationship to an end, or somehow mended the ever growing rift between us.

  “I’ve already packed your bags, so we can go directly to our destination.”

  “You packed for me?” I tried to swallow down the trepidation at the thought of what he put in my bag, but failed. I hoped we were going on a cruise or to some tropical island where I only needed to wear a bikini. Fashion wasn’t one of Braeden’s assets. He couldn’t even be bothered to do his own laundry. I’d be lucky if he even packed me a bra. “Where exactly are we going?”

  “Calm down, babe. It’s a surprise.” He started the engine then pulled into traffic, earning the blare of a horn from the car behind us. “And don’t worry, I packed everything included on the list they sent. It’s going to be fun.”

  List? What kind of resort sent a list? To me, lists were for work. And fun happened when I left work, or put it aside at home. I never let the two mix.

  “Please tell me where we’re going.” I needed to be prepared. Surprises in my life too often ended with someone mad. Usually me.

  “You’ll find out when we get there.”

  Just my luck. As he drove, the gag-inducing exhaust and impatient drivers laying on their horns and looking for a couple of inches to weave in front of another car in the hopes of getting ahead left my head pounding. I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, we had left rush hour traffic and entered the countryside. The fields contained no fresh growth, only mud from the recent rain, and last year’s corn stalks. There were no houses, no people, only emptiness and the occasional large cluster of trees. I preferred the city where help was a lot closer if a car broke down, or if....

  We turned onto a side road that cut through the woods, and shivers of fear rippled down my spine. Definitely not the airport, as I’d hoped. No, we were in the middle of nowhere where everything looked the same, and the gravel so loose as if no one had travelled on the path for days. We could have sex in the middle of the road and not have to worry about someone catching us. He could kill me and dispose of my body if he wanted to. And no one would report me missing for over a week. I glanced at him, hoping our relationship hadn’t become that adversarial.

  “Um, honey, maybe this isn’t such a good idea. I mean, I’m expecting my period, so I don’t know how much fun I’m going to be.” Anything to get him to turn around and return to civilization.

  “No, you had your rag last week. I made sure of the timing before I planned this.”

  What the hell?

  “Oh, and we’re here.”

  I glanced up slowly, afraid of where he’d brought me. But at the sight of the enormous log chalet in front of us with newly-stained wood, and a wraparound porch, I gasped. Maybe Braeden wanted to fix our relationship instead of ending it—or me. Then I read the vinyl sign hanging across the front of the building.

  Welcome to Sex Boot Camp.

  Sex wha—? I studied the sign to make sure I’d read it correctly. Why the hell would Braeden drag me out to the boonies for a… sex boot camp? And what was that anyway? While I enjoyed our romps in the bedroom, I didn’t want to have him fuck me for hours on end. My body had limits.

  “So, what do you think?” He rubbed his hands to together and stared like a little kid about to go into a giant toy store. “Sounds like fun, right?”

  “What the hell were you thinking?” Boot camp meant drill sergeants and a group of others in a squadron, too. I dreaded someone yelling at me while having sex, telling me I was doing it wrong, and especially for anyone else to watch.

  “I thought this could help, since we never have sex anymore.”

  “And that’s all my fault?”

  “Well, you admitted to not being all that experienced. I thought you could get some pointers.”

  “All I need is for you to be home and awake. Sex is a two-way street.” I did not want to spend my time off at this place, getting the blame for our failing relationship. “Take me home. I don’t want to be here.”

  He stepped out and grabbed our bags from the trunk. I remained in the passenger seat, arms crossed. I was not getting out, would sleep in the car if he refused to take me home.

  After dropping the bags on the porch, Braeden returned to the vehicle. He opened my door and crouched down beside me. “I’m sorry, Cara. I should have told you about this. It’s just that I really want things to get better between us. I’m trying, okay?”

  The hint of vulnerability surprised me. I’d never seen this side of him before. As much as the place filled me with the urge to run far away, I also wanted things to improve between me and Braeden. Ending the relationship took just as much work as trying to fix it. We were here already. And if sex boot camp worked, why not? Maybe he could learn some new moves, too.

  “Okay, I’ll give this a go, but there are some things I just won’t do.”

  He stroked my cheek with his thumb, the gentlest touch since...forever. Could he really become the lover I desired? If so, I would have come here long ago.

  “I know.” He helped me out of the car, lacing his fingers with mine as we walked to the porch of the chalet. A definite improvement, and hopefully a sign of things to come.

  A man and woman came out the front door of the chalet when we reached the porch. They didn’t wear military fatigues like I’d expected. The man’s faded T-shirt hugged his wide, muscular frame. His khaki shorts and the stubble across his jaw only added to his casual appearance, taking away some of my tension. If he looked relaxed, I could be, too. He stared at me, his eyes a cerulean blue that left me mesmerized. I glanced a
way before I started drooling.

  He seemed the total opposite of the woman beside him wearing a finely tailored black suit. Her blonde hair up in a bun and black-rimmed glasses completed the businesswoman look I was all too familiar with. But my heart pounded with one glance at the clipboard she held. What did she want to know? What did she already know?

  “You’re Braeden Jones and Cara Taylor?” She lifted her glasses, glancing back and forth between us.

  I froze. What if we pretended we were lost? We could get back in the car and pretend we’d never seen the place. I could spend my time off doing what I wanted all along. But Braeden would never go along with the story. He’d driven us there. Since I didn’t have an escape, I kept quiet.

  “Yes, we are.” He squeezed my hand, another unexpected move. A spark of hope flickered in my chest. This really was where we needed to be.

  “Great, let’s get started then.” She lowered her clipboard. “I’m Denise. Cara, you’re with me. Braeden, you’ll be escorted to your quarters by Daemon.”

  A sexy name for a sexy man. I hoped to see him around during my stay. A little eye candy never hurt.

  “But I thought....” Braeden gripped my fingers, almost cutting off the circulation. “I thought we’d be staying together, at least. I don’t remember this detail on the website.”

  “Great! You signed us up for something you read about online?” So much for fixing anything. Of all the lame-brained things for him to do. I stepped back, out of his reach. I never should have gotten in the vehicle to begin with. One sexy man taking my jerk of a boyfriend away was not going to convince me to stay all week.

  “Hold on.” I help up my hands. “I didn’t agree to any of this, only found out where we were going when we pulled up. So, if you would call me a cab, I’ll be going home to pretend this was all a horrible dream.”

  “Unfortunately, taxis don’t travel all the way out here,” Denise said. “Why don’t you come with me and meet the other ladies? Camp doesn’t start until tomorrow. I’m sure once you get to know everyone else here, you’ll decide to stay.”

  “But....” I hadn’t come to socialize, hadn’t even come on my own. These were supposed to be my days off, my reprieve after handing in the marketing plan that I’d spent so much of my free time on. I just wanted to zone out. And after this, move out. My boyfriend wasn’t going to change. “I need to go home, Braeden. Now!”

  “Sorry, Cara, but I’m staying. I didn’t drive all the way out here to turn around and go home.” He pressed his lips together in a thin smile, the same one he gave me every night he went out.

  I hated that look. Meant he didn’t care what I thought, he was going to do what he wanted.

  “That’s the spirit.” Daemon slapped him on the back. “Grab your bag and follow me.”

  I glared at Braeden’s back as he walked away. It was probably best we weren’t spending time together during boot camp. I’d likely have smothered him in his sleep. But, what would I be doing without a partner? Did they have blowup toys for us, or something even closer to the real thing? I hoped mine resembled Daemon rather than my skinny-ass boyfriend.

  Denise stood in the doorway of the chalet. “C’mon inside. I promise you will enjoy your time here. Otherwise, I will give you, not Braeden, a full refund on the last day.”

  With no ride and a guarantee like that, I couldn’t complain. Where else could I go? I followed her inside, gazing around at the structure. Logs all around, holding up the vaulted roof, and used as supports for the second story. Antlers and heads of various deer hung on the walls, and other preserved animals roosted on the beams of the place. So far from what I knew in the city, and any connotations of what I expected boot camp to be like.

  Excited squeals came from the second floor. I peered up, but only closed doors met my curious gaze. Were people having sex already? An unexpected thrill rushed through me.

  “Those are your roommates, a great group for this week’s camp.” She smiled and headed for the staircase. “Let’s go meet them.”

  My legs shook like jelly. I gripped the banister so I didn’t fall on my ass, following Denise up the stairs. “How many other women are there?”

  “Four others. They’re all young like you, and no one is married to the guy they came with. Should make for an eventful week.”

  What did being unmarried have to do with camp? Sweat beaded across my skin. The lump in the back of my throat made it difficult to breathe. I needed things to be planned, not unexpected. Like Braeden’s death. I’d already started plotting.

  “Cara, we’re here.”

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to calm down before going inside. I hated being the center of attention even more than the unknown.

  Peeking inside the room, I breathed a sigh of relief. Five double beds butted up against the wall, all in a neat row, each with their own nightstand. On the opposite side of the room, a flat screen television hung above a long dresser, and a small table with two chairs was pushed into the corner. The other women sat on their beds, wearing cotton shorts and shirts, with their hair loosely up in ponytails and buns. Looked more like a slumber party than boot camp. And I could live with that.

  Chapter Two

  A soft sigh startled me awake. Had I dreamed the sound or made it myself? No fantasies came to mind. Then I heard it again, along with the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin. Someone in the room was having sex.

  I tensed, my body flooding with warmth. Though I didn’t want to hear people fucking, I couldn’t deny the rush of desire.

  But there were no men in our room, no men in the chalet at all. Someone’s boyfriend had to have snuck in. I took a quick glance to the left where the sound came from. The bed next to mine lay empty, the covers drawn back. Veronica, the perky Hispanic who’d brought everyone to tears from laughing so hard the night before, was out of bed. Gone to the bathroom? Or was she the one having sex?

  A faint cry broke the silence, followed by a whispered hush. Shadows swayed across the bed on the other side of Veronica’s, the one where Natasha slept. But there was no sleeping at that moment. She was having sex. But where was Veronica? Had she heard and left the room?

  “That’s it, V, fuck me hard. You rock that strap-on so well.”

  I gasped then covered my mouth, hoping no one else heard.

  “Quiet, Natasha. Someone’s awake.”

  Shit! I froze, not even daring to breathe.

  “No, it’s probably just someone snoring. In a room with five women, one of them is bound to make noises in their sleep.”

  My heart pounded so loud I was sure the entire room heard. Two of my roommates were having sex. Two women. I didn’t have anything against same-sex couples, but I didn’t expect to be in the same room while they got it on. And what about their boyfriends? Wasn’t the point of our time here to learn to have better sex with our partners? Obviously not for these two.

  As much as their cheating bothered me, just hearing them turned me on. Something I would never admit to anyone. My pussy throbbed, and I longed for some sexual attention. When was the last time Braeden slept in my bed, made love to me? Under the sheets, I slid my hand below the waistband of my sleep shorts. I’d never masturbated with someone else in the same room, but I refused to deny my sudden need.

  I parted my swollen labia with two fingers, running them through my pussy juice. Braeden had never left me dripping so fast. More than ready, I expected to get off very quick. And hopefully get back to sleep before my other two roommates woke.

  With the next slap of skin, I plunged my fingers deep inside. I fought back the moan threatening to escape. Like I needed them to know their fucking made me horny.

  Slipping in a third digit, and then a fourth, I rocked up and down, hitting my knuckles hard. I kept pace with the motions two beds over, using my palm to rub my clit. My thigh muscles tightened, and the pressure of my impending orgasm continued to build. The soft cries of my roommates enhanced the pleasure.

  “That
’s it, sweetie,” Veronica whispered. “You’re so close.”

  And so was I, teetering on the brink of ecstasy. I reached my other hand between my legs and rubbed my clit hard, imagining myself in Natasha’s place, Veronica’s breasts rubbing against mine. Fuck! I wanted the release, hungered desperately for it.

  “Now, come for me. Show me how much you love this.”

  At the same time that I burst, Natasha’s cries echoed through the room. My pussy clenched my fingers, liquid fire shooting across every nerve ending. I fought to remain still, my cries of pleasure joining those of the other woman.

  The orgasm slowly ebbed away, but I didn’t want to move. It was bad enough to admit that I’d heard two people having sex, but if they or anyone else ever found out I’d gotten off from listening to them, I’d die of embarrassment. Who knew what they would think?

  I needed to clean up, but if I got out of bed then, they’d have known I’d heard. They left instead, giving me some reprieve. But I needed to get to the washroom somehow.

  Veronica returned shortly after and settled back into bed, but not Natasha. Maybe she’d gone to the kitchen for a snack, or perhaps she just couldn’t sleep. With the remnants of my release wet on my thighs, I needed to get to the bathroom. Instead of waiting, I took the chance and slipped out of bed.

  Peeking out the doorway, I didn’t see anyone in the hall or down below in the great room. I crept toward the bathroom, my juices dripping down my legs. Hurrying the rest of the way, I finally reached the room and wiped myself off with warm water and a cloth. The fabric across my pussy stirred my desire again, but I refused to get caught pleasuring myself in the bathroom. Getting off only moments ago was already too big of a mistake.

  On the way back to the bedroom, I kept an eye out for Natasha. I didn’t see her until I’d reached the room, the lamp beside my bed on and throwing a faint light across her. She slept peacefully, as if she hadn’t just been fucked by another woman.