64 - Pedestal Table

*Here in my shops, I make man glitter. All the pretty furniture is nothing more than just a byproduct. – Sticks*
After a year and half, give or take a month or so, the Cajuns were used to Camille receiving care packages every week. Her mother was predictable with the boxes. And now that they all knew what was in the weekly packages, the Cajuns and club bunnies waited for them with more excitement than Camille did.
The bunnies all had their bedside tables filled with condoms and lubes. Some of the brothers had their own drawer filled with condoms, lubes and cock rings. Camille was glad that her room had only a single box of condoms in it now.
Four boxes arrived today, and none were the typical ones from Sid Johanson. Nor did they have any of her distinctive handwriting or stickers from any number of Camille’s many nieces. And of all four of them, it was the tall box with the intriguing name that held their attention.
Hidden Treasures
That was the name on the return address on the large box from Massachusetts that was addressed to Darkness. The other three boxes had Camille’s name, including the smaller box that came from Naughty Claus. There were also two boxes with an Austin, Texas return address. The larger one was from Tomlinson Enterprises and the smaller from Lyme Fashions.
To say the least, the whole clubhouse was intrigued and waiting for answers. When Darkness and Camille walked in together, after an early dinner following her last class, the brothers, old ladies and bunnies pounced.
“We have been looking at these damned near all day, Cher.” Gator pointed to the collection of boxes. “We want to know what the hell is in there.”
Laughing, Camille walked over to look at the boxes. “Naughty Claus is my mom, it’s a sex toy.” She shook the box and smirked. “Toys. Lyme is lingerie that Evie loves. Tomlinson is, ummm, its Evie’s family, you figure it out. And that’s the address for the furniture factory by the river, so I guess Sticks sent you some furniture.”
“Your mom is sending you sex toys?” Danielle asked in surprise.
Rosie chuckled from where she and the other bunnies were hiding, “Have they not seen the care packages?”
“Probably not,” Candi muttered.
Camille smirked at the women, letting them know that she had heard their comments. Rosie gave a small shrug and grin as they slid further back into the shadows.
“Yeah. I know, you all have this idea in your heads that I was sheltered, and you think that I believe that babies are found in the cabbage patch by storks or some stupid shit like that.” Camille said with a little laugh. “At Christmas Darkness got to see the beginning of the fuck-fest that happens when my dad is drunk.”
Darkness chuckled. “Where’s your mother? I’m going to tear up that pussy!”
“Yeah!” Camille said walking over to a nearby wall. “And the reason we went and stayed at the Shack was, so you didn’t have to hear…” she started banging her hand on the wall before she started yelling. “Take all that cock in your pussy! Oh God yes! Trigg fuck my ass!”
Camille stopped hitting the wall and acted like she was gagging. “I don’t know about you guys; I could have lived without knowing that my mom takes it in the ass. It’s bad enough that I know I was conceived at a roadside rest stop on the back of my dad’s bike while he was hiding from the law.” She smirked, “In front of about half the club.”
“Why was he running from the law?” Zydeco asked.
“As my dad phrases it, there was a time that they were more devils than saints.” She smiled as she sat on the arm of the couch. “But there’s also certain things that a devil can do, but a saint can’t. And killing a rapist is one of them.”
“Cher, did your dad kill him?” Gator asked.
Nodding in the affirmative she scoffed in mock surprise. “Of course not. My daddy would never shoot a man’s dick off.”
The men in the room shifted uncomfortably and the women gaped at her in shock.
“How, um,” Swamp Thang swallowed hard as he asked, “How good is his aim?”
“He was a scout sniper in the Recon Marines.” Darkness replied and Camille grinned.
The two men had ragged on each other over the branch rivalry. But there was respect from the younger man to the man who had been a long-range sniper. And the older man had respect for the man who trained for a job that would transfer to the civilian world. Something that Trigg had not thought about when he was asked if he wanted to go to sniper school.
“Well, then…” Swamp Thang said uncomfortably.
Camille laughed as she thought about what her dad had told boyfriends of his daughters over the years. “If he likes you, you don’t have anything to worry about. If he doesn’t like you, you don’t have to worry for long.”
“That’s good.” Darkness said, pulling out his pocketknife and cutting the large box along the cut here lines. It took him and two others to get the tall pedestal table out of the box. The entire pedestal was roughly four and a half feet tall and two and a half feet square. The top and bottom both had elaborate trim, the bottom trim was twice as tall as the top. The pedestal was only two feet square and just over three feet tall.
“Oh!” Camille’s eyes went wide, and she stood up. She walked over and wiggled the elaborate top off the pedestal. “Hold this.”
“OK.” Darkness said sounding a little confused. He looked at the square in his hand and then looked back at the woman that he called his light.
The box stood at about her mid chest height and Camille pulled on the sides until she found the one that moved slightly. Pulling it out she handed it to Darkness.
“Hold that too.” Gator chuckled as they watched her pull out planks of wood.
Camille took the large square from Darkness and pulled off the sides revealing a padded square. Turning it a quarter turn, she inserted two pieces of wood into the lower sides. Placing two crossed pieces of wood on the back side of the planks, she let it stand on its own.
After placing the top two completing the X, she pulled a box out of a hidden drawer in the bottom and placed the hardware to secure the pieces together. Camille pulled out another box from the bottom, finding it empty, she sat back on her heels looking confused and disappointed.
“I’m liking the fact that we all thought she was innocent and just built a damned St. Andrew’s Cross.” Peanut laughed.
“I played with Dom’s.” Camille said and then blushed. “Her cross, not her man. I don’t poach.”
Her phone started ringing and she pulled it out of her back pocket, thankful for the distraction. Seeing her mom’s name and picture, she grinned and answered the call on speaker.
“Hey, mom.” She sat the phone on the floor and checked the other sides for other hidden drawers.
“Hey, baby girl. Did you get your present?”
“Yup. I got a box from Naughty Claus.”
“Oh! What was in it?”
Her head jerked towards the phone, and she could not hide her confusion. “What do you mean what was in it?”
“Dom said she was going to send you something.”
“I gotta go.”
“Camille Anneliese!”
“Look, I don’t need to know any more about your sex life than I already do, and you don’t need to know about mine.”
“I need grandbabies!”
“Sweet Jesus!” Camille ended the call and grabbed the box from Naughty Claus. “She needs more grandbabies like she needs a hole in the head.”
Ripping open the box, she found four padded red trimmed black leather cuffs with silver buckles and short chains with medium sized, locking carabiner style clasps. There was also a short note in Dom’s slanted chicken scratch.
*Might not be my cross, but I’m sure he can still make your skin pink and your thighs slick. D*
“She’s a total psychopath.” Camille muttered. “But she’s my favorite psychopath.”
“Evie?” Darkness asked.
“Dom,” she said shaking her head. “She caught me trying to sneak into her dungeon. Let me feel what a whip and a crop felt like. Told me when I got there, I’d love sub-space.”
“Was she right?” Zydeco asked knowing that Darkness would love to put her there.
Camille shrugged. “Don’t know. Haven’t been there yet. Guess she’s trying to tell me to get there.”
Darkness knew that if he was a lesser man, he would have come in his pants right then. As it was, he would be adding to his fantasy shower time.