Freakshow (14 page)

“Don’t apologize,” I said and Cairo grabbed my hand as we walked. “I don’t know her as well as you do, this isn’t something she would normally do?”

“God no,” Rose said, “I’m the flaky one, but any time either one of us hooked up with a guy, we’d tell the other. Girl code, so the other one doesn’t worry.”

“Okay,” I said and appreciated Cai’s steady touch. I noticed Rose looking down from time to time, glancing at our fingers intertwined. “Let me get some pants on and we’ll start a search for her.”

“Sounds good,” Rose said, “I’ll wait here.” She sat at the little kitchen table where the three of us had laughed and chatted just hours before. I prayed Cara had just taken off with somebody and was holed up with a hottie, shagging and drinking and forgetting about the time. I prayed that my friend was safe.

I checked Cara’s room first of all. I thought for a moment that Cara was curled up on her bed, sleeping, but realized it was a pile of clothing. Cara wasn’t known for being the tidiest, and the false hope brought the sting of tears to my eyes.

I took off the missing girl’s dress and slipped into loose pants and a thick sweater. I wore fuzzy socks and my Uggs, just for comfort. I wasn’t out to impress anyone with my fashion sense tonight, not when my friend was missing.

I found Cairo and Rose making awkward small talk in the kitchen. “Okay, let’s go,” I said and the two jumped up, relieved to be put out of their shared misery.

“Where to first?” Rose asked.

“Back to the party,” Cairo said and we headed that way.

The crowd was winding down by the time we got there. It was after one in the morning and most people had to be up early for rehearsals and last minute run throughs.

“Have you seen Cara?” Rose asked people here and there. The answer was unanimously the same. No.

I saw Erica, from the Vancouver ticket booth. “Have you seen my roommate, Cara?” I asked her.

“I can’t say that I have,” Erica said, “I thought she was with you guys all night.”

“She never made it back to the trailer,” I said.

“Let’s go tell my father,” Cairo said reluctantly when their search came up empty handed. We followed him to Orion’s RV and my stomach clenched at the sight of it. The last thing I wanted was to encounter Orion tonight, with my scent all over Cairo’s body, and my eyes full of lust for the son I was warned against pursuing.

Cai knocked and tried the door. It was locked and the RV appeared deserted.

“They might be sleeping,” he said and stood back. He picked up a small pebble and tossed it at a nearby window. He called out a couple times and a light came on inside.

My stomach clenched and I prepared myself for Orion to figure out everything. He had that strange sixth sense and appeared to look into my very soul when I was around him.

The door swung open and a girl appeared, she looked similar to Cairo but was very young. “What the fuck, dude?” she said and blinked her eyes a few times.

“Where’s dad?” Cai asked.

“I dunno,” the girl replied, “He had a meeting or something. What time is it?”

“It’s after one,” Cairo said, “We need to get security. Something’s happened. A girl’s gone missing.”

“Not again. I’ll make the call and get people looking,” the girl said, ducked back into the RV and slammed the door.

“What does she mean
again
?” I asked. “Has this happened before?”

“We have people leave the Cirque all the time,” he said, “but in Montreal and Vancouver, we had girls go missing after a party. Your friend makes number three.”

“You’ve already had girls disappear? Why did you still throw a party?” I asked.

“Honestly? I didn’t think much of it until I saw the purse,” he told me. “Like I said, people come and go all the time around here. It’s the nature of the business.”

“It wouldn’t be that suspicious if we hadn’t found it,” Rose said.

“Don’t defend him,” I said, “this should have never been allowed to happen. My friend is missing because of you.”

“That’s unfair,” Rose said, “we all expect these parties. I don’t think Cairo would have been able to shut it down even if he’d tried.”

“I’m sorry Liv,” he said, “if I had even suspected a thing, I never would have allowed it. I care about our employees. They’re our friends and even feel like family after a while. We’re a big band of misfits, we stick together.”

I saw sincerity on his face; I recognized how distraught he was because I felt it too. I took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry, I’m just so worried about her right now.”

“I’ll do anything I can to find her,” Cairo said, “I promise you.”

“Can we go look for her now?” Rose said, “We need to do something. I can’t just stand around waiting for the security guys to find her.”

“Neither can I,” I agreed and the three of us went on another fruitless round of the Cirque grounds looking for a girl who seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

W
e ended up searching until the light came up and everyone who’d joined in was out of places to look. It had been quite an effort, over a hundred performers and staff had joined in but it had proven futile.

I was exhausted by the time we reached our trailer, but Rose was even worse. She had cried almost continuously, her guilt overshadowing everything else. She limped up the stairs into our space, and I turned back to Cairo. “I’m going to get some sleep, I have to meet your father at ten.”

“I’m not going to leave you like this,” he said and followed me inside.

“I don’t think I can–”

“I don’t mean sex,” he said in a gruff tone. “I mean I don’t want to leave you alone. I need to know you’re safe right now.”

“Okay,” I said and watched him kick off his shoes and shrug out of his jacket. I stood on my tippy toes to kiss him when he was done.

How quickly our evening had changed. We’d gone from passion to fear, the best night of my life to the worst. It wasn’t anybody’s fault, but I could tell neither one of us seemed up to the task of picking up where we had left off.

I took his hand and led him to my little room, we stripped and climbed into bed, our bodies folded perfectly together, and good to his word, we just slept.

A short time before I was supposed to wake, I moved against something in my bed and it startled me. I quickly realized it was Cairo, he was holding me in his arms and breathing deeply against the back of my neck. I relaxed and closed my eyes, took hold of his muscular forearm and fell back asleep like that. Safe in his embrace.

I woke again and he was up, sitting on the side of the bed texting somebody like mad. I rolled over, reached out and rubbed his smooth back. In the daylight I got a good look at the intricate, bright tattoos covering most of his body. There were beautiful detailed drawings of birds, a peacock feather up one shoulder blade, and a large crest done on his back. The crest looked like a phoenix and I loved the detail.

“Good morning, beautiful girl,” he said and turned around. He set the phone on my night stand and slid back in under the blankets. I had to smile at how clunky and outdated it was, he had claimed the phone was vintage and funky though.

“Who were you texting?” I asked, “Any news on Cara?”

He tucked my hair behind my ear and said, “I’m sorry, nothing yet. And it was my father, he’s expecting you. I told him you may be a little late considering you were looking for your friend all night.”

“Oh shit, what time is it? I have to meet him at ten.”

“You have until noon, and it’s ten thirty. I bought you an extra couple hours.”

“Oh,” I said and reached down to rest my hand on the ripple of muscles on his lower abdomen, “what are we going to do?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, opened them and said, “Fuck, I know what I want to do. But we can’t. I won’t.”

“Why not?” I asked, a little offended by his perceived rejection.

“I want to take my time with you,” he said and kissed me. He broke away and continued, “The first time I fuck you, Liv, I want to have hours with your gorgeous pussy. I want to kiss, and talk, and slide myself inside of you when I can take it slow. It’s all too strange, right now, with Cara being gone. I can wait until the time is right, can you?”

I was a little taken aback, searched his words and his face for his rejection, and found none. His sincerity was achingly poignant. His need to love me, not just fuck me, was apparent in his simple declaration that he wanted more from me than just a casual fuck.

God I love him
, I thought and fought hard not to say it. The time wasn’t right and it was ridiculous, I’d only known him for a couple weeks. My new friend was missing and we were both exhausted. I couldn’t say it.

Not yet.

But when I was around him, the moment he touched me, my tension melted off like a skiff of snow in the bright winter sun. When I was in his arms, he was the only thing that mattered.

“I get it,” I said instead of pouring my guts out to him and scaring him off. “It’s not a good time.” I couldn’t help myself though, thinking of that thick bulge in his jeans last night, my hand crept lower and I gripped his shaft.

I wasn’t disappointed, he was huge. Ginormous. Thick, veiny, hard and long.

And pierced.

I hadn’t expected that.

“Do you like it?” he said, his breath shallow and his voice thick.

“Like what?” I asked and blinked at him, feigning ignorance, then giggled. “Uh, fuck yeah, your cock is amazing. And pierced! What the hell, that’s exciting.”

“I guess you were going to find out somehow,” he grinned.

“What is it?” I asked and felt his shaft gingerly. I could feel maybe five barbells along the underside of his cock.
Frenum piercing
, I thought. I’d done a lot of research when I had gotten my clit done.

“It’s called a Jacob’s Ladder,” he said, proud of himself. “Do you want a sneak peek?”

“Heck yes,” I replied and scooted under the blankets. The morning sun illuminated the white sheets and I had enough light to see his magnificent beast.

Piercing his giant cock had only served to make it look fiercer. Like it could beat me in an arm wrestle. Like he could club me with it and leave a bruise. I hid my smile at the visuals racing around my head at the sight of his mighty cock.

Instead I gave into the next impulse and leaned forward to kiss it.

The moment my lips touched the head, he sucked his breath in sharply. His hands went to my head and he cupped me gently.

“You don’t have to,” he said, but his voice betrayed his urgent desire. I wanted to do for him what he’d done for me, in spite of the night’s events and my dangerous, uncontrollable feelings of love and lust that bubbled just under my calm exterior.

“I want this,” I said and slid my tongue along the shaft, counting the barbells with the tip as I licked. There were five in total, ten little beads of metal along the sides of his cock. It excited me.

I’d been with pierced men before, but they all seemed to be crying out for attention with it, or using the metal as a distraction, as though I wouldn’t notice how small the dick was if it was finely decorated.

Cai’s cock enhanced the jewelry, not the other way around. It was lucky to be attached to such a perfect specimen of dickhood.

I laughed to myself, waxing poetic about a cock.

I wrapped my lips around the head of it and took as much in my mouth as I could manage. The piercings bumped along my teeth and I worked his cock with my mouth, taking it deeply down my throat.

He couldn’t last long, I hadn’t expected him to.

What I didn’t expect was how excited I got when he came. Previously I’d given head as more of a duty than a pleasure, but right now, I was lapping up Cai’s precum like it was my last meal before execution. I was hungry for him, I wanted to make him groan and pant for me, I wanted to own his pleasure and give him more than he’d ever had before.

He’d turned me into a sexual fucking Mother Teresa, I wanted to give, give, give with him because the way his body tensed and the way he sounded as he built to his release was the sexiest god damned thing I’d ever experienced.

I couldn’t help it, I wiggled my body and reached down to finger myself as I sucked his cock. I almost brought myself to orgasm as he exploded in my mouth, but I hadn’t quite made it.

It didn’t matter, the grunt he muttered as he flooded my mouth with cum was enough to give me a jolting thrill of excitement along my spine.

“Fuck, Liv,” he breathed out and I felt loved. I knew I was loved, with every breath he took and every time he said my name, I could feel the testament to our mutual fulfillment.

So I could wait for the right time to consummate our connection. I fully understood now where he was coming from.

I finished drinking down the last of him and savoured the moment of power over such a strong, beautiful man.

When he had softened in my mouth and relaxed the grasp on my head, I opened my lips and let his cock slide out of me. I could still taste him on my tongue, a tangy, earthy taste...he tasted how he smelled, it excited me.

“Come up here,” he said and grabbed my hand, pulled me up towards him. He kissed me and I thrilled to the fact that he didn’t mind kissing me after I’d sucked his cock. He didn’t seem to be as uptight as the men I’d been with, even the so called bad boys and rockers I’d always been attracted to.