11 - Waxed

*Seriously? Are you fucking ass kidding me? None of you wax? – Camille*
Thursday evening, Camille walked into the clubhouse and headed up the stairs that the club girls used. This was one of the strange quirks of the house. There was a set of stairs that went upstairs to the brothers and another that went to the rooms for the club bunnies. A few minutes later she came back down the hall.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?”
Surprised, she stopped and looked at her dad. After giving a small squeal and happy dance, she rushed towards him to get a hug.
“None of the cut sluts wax.”
“OK.” He replied as she sat in his lap. “Didn’t know you swung that way.”
“Har har.” She said typing on her phone. “I have fucking Chewbacca between my legs.”
To emphasize this, she spread her legs slightly and made a Chewbacca noise. Laughing, Trigg pulled her legs back together.
She clicked on a few things and scrolled up and down. Then she clicked something else and laid her head down on his chest. He wrapped her up in his arms and nestled her head under his chin.
Then he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of his last child being curled up in his lap. He blocked out the conversation that he knew the other men were listening to. His Camille was different and what other women would discuss behind closed doors, she did in a room full of horny men while sitting on her father’s lap.
“Hi, this is going to sound weird, but I need a Brazilian wax, tonight.” Slight pause. “Yup, total, front to back.” Another brief pause. “Yeah, small landing strip, well-trimmed.” Another pause, she looked at her dad’s watch. “OK. No that’s fine. Great. Thirty minutes? I will be there.”
She ended the call and snuggled into her dad’s chest.
“You’re over eighteen, you can take yourself now.”
She giggled at the memory of him having to take her last year. He had been several shades of red by the time she walked out of the little room. Although he remained in the waiting room the entire time, he refused to ever go again.
“You going to drive or ride?”
She sat up and looked down at him with a big smile. “You brought my bike?”
“I did. Gear is in the saddlebags.” He smiled up at her and gently ran a knuckle down her cheek. “We’ll go riding before I go home.”
“Love you, daddy.”
“Love you too, baby girl. Go get your butthole waxed.”
Camille kissed his cheek before hopping up. “Tink! You wanna go for a ride?”
The dog bounced up and twirled in a circle while giving a few excited barks. Then they were both out the door before Trigg could tell her where it was parked. Shaking his head, he got up and walked out to the porch.
Leaning against the post, he told her where to find the bike. Camille put a safety harness on over the working dog vest. Then she put on a helmet and goggles that were made just for Tink.
At her command, he jumped up onto the bitch seat and laid down. The safety harness was anchored down, tightened, tested and tightened again. Then she mounted the cruiser, started the engine like a pro and expertly pulled out of the compound.
“She looks good on a bike.”
Trigg leaned back a bit to see around the post. It was a large black man with black ink tattoos and short hair. He couldn’t see the man’s face, but he believed that he had a well-kept beard.
“You any good with engines?” Trigg asked. “I think the humidity is getting to mine.”
“Yeah, let’s take a look.”
It was bullshit. They both knew it. There was nothing wrong with the engine. The humidity wasn’t doing anything.
But he was the only one to follow Camille outside.
She had five older sisters. Trigg had been down this road before.
Darkness knelt next to the bike in question. “Something may have been jostled when you had it in the back of the truck.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He agreed. “I got called a sexist hypocrite by my oldest daughter. She’s now married to a brother at the Shack. But at the time, her younger brother was dating a girl, and I didn’t say anything to him. Her and Werewolf were dating, and I said a lot.”
Darkness grunted but he didn’t look up.
“I don’t tell my girls who they can or can’t date. They know what they want. I don’t tell men they can’t date my girls. I tell them not to hurt them.”
Darkness looked up. “I’m twenty years her senior.”
“And you think some eighteen-year-old piss ant is what she wants? Or needs? Think they would understand her insomnia? Or her obsession with reading?”
“I’m old enough to be her father.”
“Yeah. But I am her father. She’s not your typical club daughter. Give her a book and a comfortable chair and she’s good.”
Darkness snorted. “Club gave her a party for her birthday. She spent it on the back porch with an almanac.”
Trigg chuckled. “That’s my little bookworm. She’s special. She has her quirks. But when she loves, she loves with her whole self. Nothing less.”
“Only thing I ask, is that you take care of her. If it gets serious, come talk to me. Man to man.”
Darkness nodded as he stood up. He walked over to his own bike and came back with his tool kit. Squatting back down, he began to work on the engine.
“Doesn’t matter what blessing you give; Gator has made it clear that she’s off limits. And if you change that, those assholes in there can touch her.” He looked up. “I can’t handle that.”
Trigg nodded. “I get that.”
“I kissed her. I didn’t know she wasn’t eighteen. I didn’t know she was still a child.” He admitted and Trigg could hear the disgust for himself in his voice. “If I had known, I never…”
“I believe you.”
“I never meant to want a girl that young.”
He chuckled at the younger man. “I never meant to fall in love with my stepsister. But here we are. Our marriage lasted longer than our parents.”
“I’ll keep my hands off her. But I need her near me.”
Trigg nodded. “She’s tougher than you think. And…”
He trailed off and started to smile. The man was doomed and didn’t even know it.
Camille had her life planned out. Since eighth grade she had wanted to go to Duke because of their dive team. And then, after the Cajuns were up when Evie was shot, suddenly she wanted LSU.
Trigg remembered the conversation that early morning when she said she met a Cajun with insomnia. And the one in Nessie’s Kitchen with the Cajun himself.
“You may find, you don’t have nearly as much control over your heart as you want to think you do. If it gets serious, I expect to see you at my doorstep.”
Darkness nodded. “It won’t. But if it does, I’ll be there.”
They had reached an understanding. And Trigg’s bike was tuned for free. He couldn’t ask for anything better.