Leave it to Beavers: Jake 15

I decided to head home.  I am not even sure why.  Maybe I missed Easter Bay.  The time at the log cabin in the mountains with the DICE was just not enough.  Maybe I just needed to see my parents and reconnect.  But honestly, I don’t know.  After, the fiasco of the last shoot, which didn’t end up being a vacation at all, something in me just didn’t feel quite right.  Like I was lost. 

I hopped in my soft serve melted vanilla ice cream smelling Chevy Nova and headed home to Easter Bay.  Maybe I just needed direction because as soon as I left the city, I was already feeling better.  More at ease.  Less irritated even though for the life of me I had no idea why I would be irritated.  A few hours later I was pulling down the driveway to my home.  Easter Bay was beautiful and a welcoming site.  Mom came running out surprised to see me.  I guess I should have called, but I didn’t think of it.  The first thing she asked was if anything was wrong.  No.  I’m fine.  I just wanted to get away from the city.  She just nodded like she knew something I didn’t, oh okay. 

It didn’t take me long to get settled into my old room that was still decorated with all my beaver shots.  It was early afternoon and Dad asked if I wanted to do some fishing.  Yes!  Being out in the boat with Dad was just so tranquil.  I could just focus on the sounds and the smells of the lake.  I didn’t take my camera which was unusual.  You never know what you can capture in a moment.  We were soon on the lake anchored at one of our favorite fishing holes.  It was warm and the sun felt nice.  I was wearing sunglasses.  Dad mentioned that I had forgot my camera.  I just nodded.  Is everything okay?  Why would he ask that?  Yes, Dad.  Everything is fine.  He just nodded.  We didn’t catch anything and he said we should call it a day. 

Mom had cooked meat loaf with gravy and veggies for supper.  I loved my Mom’s meat loaf!  We sat down at the kitchen table as we had done so many times before.  I found myself playing with my food not thinking of anything really.  My Mom asked how the job was going?  It’s fine.  Like I could really tell her I photograph naked women doing things to each other.  Dad asked how the car was running?  It’s fine.  Like I could explain how it smells of soft serve melted vanilla ice cream because these women were … eating it and licking each other in the back seat!  They then talked between themselves.  I didn’t quite finish all my supper before I asked to be excused.  Mom asked if I was feeling okay?  I am just a little tired.  Holy!  What is their problem?

I went to my room and laid down on my old comfortable bed staring up at the large beaver shot on the ceiling.  However, I wasn’t thinking about beavers.  Strange, I was thinking about how I wish I had brought the white lace panties with the faint yellow stain.  I enjoy smelling them.  Aurora had worn them.  She was so strange.  She never wore jewelry or perfume.  She did have a nice smell to her.  Even without the white lace panties with the faint yellow stain, I could still smell her scent.  Her hair.  Yes, she didn’t shave her armpits!  All women shave their armpits.  But not Aurora.  Her smell when I was lying next to her in the log cabin.  Her warmth.  Her heart beating.  My feet had this peculiar sensation as if they were being poked by toothpicks!  Strange.  She was strange.  I only slept with her because Piper and Josie had insisted.  It was just to protect her from hurting herself.  She was so drugged up thinking about white rabbits.  She even kissed me she was so out of it.  Her lips.  She was strange.  We had nothing in common. 

I stayed at Easter Bay a couple more days even though I wanted to leave like right away.  I tried my best to act normal and avoid any further concerns from Mom and Dad.  As strange as it might seem considering how I was looking forward to coming home, I was even more relieved to be heading back to the city.  I was looking forward to getting back to work.  I was hoping Aurora was doing okay.  I found that strange because, other than work, I had no real interest in Aurora. 

Soon thereafter, Ivan called.  I apologized for the last set of photos, but he said they were great.  They were, as he put it, hilarious.  He was amazed at how we all worked so well together.  He also added it was after all supposed to be a type of vacation.  I was baffled.  Not what I was expecting.  Actually, I didn’t know what to expect.  The next assignment was relatively simple.  It would involve motorcycles and the DICE would be fitted out in racing leathers.  Each member would have an individual set and then there would be a team set.  The leathers would all be custom made.  I asked if he, or the ladies, needed me to help with their fittings.  Nope.  Damn.  Their measurements were on file.  The bikes would be set up ahead of time in the garage at the Mansion so all I had to do was show up and take my shots.  I could coordinate the photos, as usual, with the ladies. 

I didn’t have much to do so in the mean time I went and rented a copy of The Holy Grail.  I guess I wanted to see what had freaked Aurora out.  It was actually a comedy.  That kind of surprised me.  Unfortunately, I was never a big fan of English humor.  Just silly nonsense.  I mean pretending to ride horses by clapping coconuts together!  Stupid.  But for Aurora, I watched it anyway.  And there was a white rabbit that flew through the air and bit the heads off of some knights.  And it was bloody so I can understand how Aurora had an issue with white rabbits.  She just didn’t seem to be one who would be freaked out about anything.

The day of the shoot arrived finally.  I drove my soft serve melted vanilla ice cream smelling car over to the Mansion.  Sure enough, the bikes were in one of the stalls.  The stall had been completely painted white for the background.  The bikes were all Ducatis and of different colours.  Really nice bikes.  I road dirt bikes and Quads growing up, but never saw the use of a sport bike.  But they were still nice.  Piper and Josie were already there getting into their leather outfits.  Piper was in red and Josie had a blue outfit.  Made sense.  The bikes were red, white, and blue.  The leather was pretty tight so I did my best to help them get dressed up.  They were also wearing underwear that matched their outfits.  They had helmets, gloves, biker boots, jackets, and of course pants.  Their jackets had DICE over the left part of their chest.  They both laughed as I did my best to get their pants on.  Aurora showed up just about that time.  It was nice to see her and I asked how she was doing.  She said fine.  I left it at that.  I asked her if she needed help getting her suit on.  She said she could manage.  She is so strange. 

I first took individual shots of Piper and Josie on their bikes.  There was no actual riding.  They just posed.  Then they posed with their jackets off, pants off, helmets off, and finally everything was off.  Flesh hung all over the bikes.  All this time, I kept a vigilant eye on Aurora getting dressed in her white leathers.  She was also wearing white lace panties and I couldn’t help but think of the white lace panties with the faint yellow stain that I still had.  Aurora posed just as the other two ladies had, but there seemed to be an almost negative like energy coming from her.  Like she was angry.  It was strange, but so was she.  She smiled and all that, but something was off.

They all got dressed up again and posed for group photos.  The white background, the beautiful Ducatis, and the women in leathers made for vivid images that were nothing less than spectacular.  Then their clothes started coming off and then… well their tongues and legs and flesh… began doing what they usually do and I just kept snapping.  I mean this was just normal to me now.  Afterwards, Piper and Josie went to go get washed up.  Aurora however, wanted some more personal pics.  She almost like aggressively insisted.  Okay.  I thought she was going to get dressed again, but no, she just began doing things to herself.  Spreading her legs and lying on her bike… moaning.  She was actually moaning.  Rubbing herself on the leather seat.  Then she was bending over the bike with her hand between… and her fingers… anyway, I took her photos until she said she was done.  She is really strange.  And sweaty. 

I started putting my camera away and she said what are you doing?  I am just getting ready to leave.  Ah, I don’t think so mister.  Oh, right.  I am sweaty and smelly and it is your job to clean me up.  Okay, now she seemed like upset about something.  Are you alright?  She gritted her teeth!  What was up with this strange woman???  Come with me!  Okay.  So, I followed her into the Mansion.  And up the stairs.

I woke up lying on my back in the master bed.  Aurora’s head was on my chest.  Drooling.  Her hair was all matted across her face and neck.  It was nighttime.  There was a strong smell of sweat in the air.  Piper and Josie were asleep on the other side of the bed.  I slid out and tried to get to my feet, but I almost fell over.  My legs were like rubber and I felt like I had run a marathon.  My lip hurt and I could taste blood.  What happened?  I must have had a major seizure and the women took care of me.  Lucky to have them as friends.  My earlobes even hurt.

I weakly made my way to my car.  I don’t have any clue how I got home.  I just remember flopping onto my bed absolutely exhausted. 

I was surrounded by that black fog.  Except I was a wolf and I was running as fast as I could through the black fog.  My canine sense of smell was powerful and I picked up a scent far off in the distance.  I raced towards it amazed at how fast I could run.  The scent was getting closer.  I was hungry for it.  I wanted to discover what it was.  And then, it was gone and I felt incredible disappointment.  But then off in another direction, it was back.  And I raced towards it… running… through the black fog.

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