86 - Property Tat

*Let’s face it, the second-best part of the club are all the great ladies. And you ladies are a very close second to the lovely eye candy walking around. More of these men should go shirtless like Riff. - Clay*

Just before the Saints left to go back home, Priscilla pulled Camille into her room for a quick talk. Sitting on her bed, she grinned at her dark-haired friend.

“So… Swamp Thang?”

Priscilla grinned back as she sat on the bed and looked at the bedspread that she picked at imaginary fuzz. “It was nice, he, uh, knows where the clit is. And what to do with it with his mouth.”

“Hell, yeah,” the blonde offered a fist bump, and her friend laughed as she complied.

“And Darkness?”

“Allow me to say, holy fuck! The man has a hell of an appetite, and damn does he ever know what to do with the equipment that he has.”

“I’m happy for you,” Priscilla whispered.

“How are things going with Leo?” she paused as she thought of something. “Did Swamp Thang see the tattoo?”

She nodded and turned back to picking the imaginary lint. “I told him we have an open relationship.”

“What’s good for the goose, is good for the gander,” Camille quoted her mother.

“If he can fuck around with that little bitch, why can’t I fuck around with a Cajun?”

“What did the musketeers say?”

Priscilla laughed. “They each gave him a condom and said if he did not use them all, they would be highly disappointed in the poor pathetic man-child.”

Camille grinned at the blush on her friend’s cheeks. “Well? Don’t tease me like that.”

Biting her bottom lip, she looked up at her blonde friend. “He used all three of them, and one of his own.”

“Damn, girl!” she laughed and shifted to lean her back against the headboard. “You have a serious thing about the Army guys, don’t you?”

Her blue eyes widened, “He’s army?”

Camille nodded at her friend. “Have you thought about getting the tattoo removed?”

Priscilla scoffed. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“Really and truly, it’s not.”

Laying down with her head on her friend’s leg, Camille automatically started playing with the dark hair. Relaxing into the gentle touch, her bright blue eyes closed.

“Go talk to my dad,” Camille said softly.

“Why?”

“You can’t imagine how pissed off he was when he saw that I had a property tattoo. He told Darkness that he either got a property tattoo with my name, or mine got covered up. There were no other options.”

“Your dad? Trigg? The crazy wedding officiant?” Priscilla chuckled.

“I know,” Camille chuckled. “Everyone always thinks of crazy wedding Trigg. Happy go lucky Trigg. No one thinks about why he’s named Trigg.”

“He was in the Marines.” Priscilla said.

“He was a sniper. You know the story of where I was conceived.”

“Yeah, your mom is a freak.”

Camille laughed, “Without a doubt, she is that. But dad was on the run from the law because he was accused of killing someone. His alibi was that he was not close enough to shoot them.”

“The same man that declares that if you can see it, you can shoot it?”

“The very same. Go talk to my dad.”

With a knock on the door just before it opened, the two girls looked up to see Clay in the doorway. “I hate to interrupt, but we have to leave soon. And I am still looking for an excuse to see your man shirtless. I was hoping to go swimming.”

The two girls on the bed laughed at the sad pouty face that the man was making.

“I wanted to see his property tattoo.”

“His what?” Clay leaned against the door frame and fanned himself. “Did it suddenly get hot in here? You know I am of the age to go through men gotta pause.”

“Men gotta pause?” Camille asked as Priscilla sat up.

“Yeah, men gotta pause for me to admire,” he told them with a wink.

Laughing, the two girls stood up and moved towards the door. Camille kissed Clay on his cheek and then pushed both of them out of her room.

Closing the door and pocketing her key to the room, she assured him, “I got you, little boo bear.”

“Little boo bear, oh I like that.” He purred as he followed her down the hall. “Would that make my Trevor the big boo bear?”

“Babe, anything with Trevor is big,” Camille pointed out with a grin.

“Bitch,” Priscilla laughed as they headed down the stairs, “I don’t need details about anything that is big about Trev.”

“That’s everything,” Clay said proudly as they reached the ground floor.

“Can confirm,” Camille and Clay exchanged a fist bump.

“Again, ew,” Priscilla laughed as she pushed her friends' hands apart.

“Please,” Camille rolled her eyes as they entered the day room. “I’ve seen Trevor’s dick often enough that I could pick it out of a line up.”

Clay burst out laughing. “I’m just picturing how you would do a dick line up.”

“I don’t know what brough this conversation on,” Aramis said as he rubbed his forehead, “but why in God’s name would Trevor’s dick be in a line up?”

“Fuck that,” Porthos declared. “How the hell does his dick turn to the right?”

“It’s actually to the left,” Camille said without thinking.

“No, in the shows they always have them turn to the right,” Athos argued, understanding what his friend was referencing.

“Oh, yeah, that’s what you meant,” Camille agreed.

“What did you mean?” Athos asked and then his eyes went wide. “Oh, sweet Jesus, please don’t tell me that you mean what I think you mean.”

Grinning, Camille asked, “You want me to tell you that I did not mean that Trever’s dick has a slight bend to the left?”

“That is exactly what I mean,” Athos assured her.

Camille remained quiet with her lips pursed tightly.

“You can’t, can you?” Aramis shook his head.

Remaining silent, she grinned at the three friends.

“Why?” Athos demanded.

“Because I’m left-handed?” Trevor offered.

The three musketeers looked at the large man with wide eyes and slack jaws.

Shaking his head, Aramis declared, “I’m never shaking hands with you ever again!”

“Every hand that you shake has had a dick in it, directly or indirectly,” Megan told them.

“You’re not helping,” her husband told her, and she shrugged.

“Just out of curiosity,” Megan asked pointing at Camille, “is that the Trevor needs a blow job look that you are always talking about?”

Everyone turned towards Camille who was looking at Trevor with a soft dreamy look on her face as she chewed on her thumbnail. Realizing that everyone was looking at her she dropped her hand and gave a small nervous smile.

“I love it when she gets that look,” Clay purred as Trevor walked over to her.

He held her face between his large hands and tipped her head back so that she was looking up at him and placed a light kiss on her forehead. “However much I love the idea of you having some live gay porn, we don’t have the time. My little man is just going to have to settle for a little mile high action.” He smiled down at her, “Just go put on some of your gay porn and give your own man a blow job.”

“I have a present for you, in a roundabout way,” she grinned and then pressed up on her toes to kiss him on his cheek. Dropping back to her feet, Camille stepped away from the giant of a man and approached Darkness.

“Oh!” Clay smiled. “Am I getting straight porn? I appreciate the offer,” a look of disgust came over his face, “but I really don’t want to see your cat.”

“But you would like to see him shirtless?” Camille asked as she started to untuck Darkness’ shirt.

“Yes, please!” Clay said excitedly.

“I second the motion,” Megan raised her hand.

Aramis looked over at his wife. “Really?”

“What?” she pointed at Darkness, “He’s hot,” she pointed at herself, “I’m horny,” she pointed at Aramis, “and you’ll reap the benefits.”

“Motion has been seconded and carries,” Aramis declared, “please continue with the disrobing.”

Chuckling, Darkness shrugged off his cut and handed it to Camille. Pulling off his shirt, he handed that to her also. Tossing his shirt onto her shoulder, she reached up and touched the white ink tattoo over his heart.

Taking her hand in his, he lifted it to his lips and kissed her fingers before rubbing his thumb over them, and the black diamond ring.

Priscilla stepped over and looked at the tattoo that subtly declared him to belong to her friend. “You really do have a property tat.”

Smiling he nodded, “Yeah.”

“But why?”

With his free hand, he tipped her chin up to meet his eyes, “Because like you, she earned her colors.”