CHAMELEON

NINE.

Brett couldn't believe that Cameron was standing in front of him. He had half expected her to never show her face in Lust ever again. He definitely hadn't expected her to come on a training night without telling him. She was also drunk.

Cameron scrunched her face at Brett and crossed her arms.

"I didn't think you would care if it wasn't a regular club night. I also wasn't going to be doing anything with anybody so it's not like I was breaking any rules."

Brett lifted one eyebrow in response and enjoyed watching her squirm.

"Sure we maybe shouldn't have had drinks before but like I said we weren't going to be doing anything anyway."

Brett looked over at Fisher who still had his hand resting on the nape of Amy's neck. He had been slightly confused when Fisher sent the other two home but told Amy to stay at the club. With her being under the influence, there wasn't much that Fisher could do.

"You've been a member here the longest out of all of them and knew better. You should have made better choices," he told the little redhead.

Brett knew that if crawling into a hole had been possible she would have.

"You don't be mean to her," Cameron spun on Fisher, waggling her finger around dramatically.

Brett immediately yanked her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her to secure her there. Though she did have a slight smell of alcohol, her hair still smelt like lavender. He inhaled deeply and allowed Cameron to settle in his arms.

"Try again, pet."

Cameron sagged against his body.

"Sorry...Sir. But it wasn't even her idea and we all knew what we were doing. So don't be mean to her!"

Brett rolled his eyes behind her head at her poor version of an apology. Really though, had he expected anything different?

Fisher smiled at Cameron's protective outburst.

"I wouldn't dream of being mean to the little minx right now. However, I do know that she lives alone and I don't want her going in this state. She will help me out behind the bar unloading a delivery until I am able to take her home myself. I can assure you that she will be looked after and not a single hair on her head will be harmed. Tonight."

Cameron was okay until a shiver went up her spine at his little threat. She frowned at Amy, but the girl didn't seem bothered. If she wanted to spend her night with Fisher, who was Cameron to jump in?

"I assume you're good to handle her?" Fisher confirmed with Brett.

Brett scoffed. As if he would let anybody else have the honours.

"And what is my chore, oh high and mighty Master?" Cameron muttered while being dragged away. She looked back over her shoulder twice to make sure that Amy was okay.

"You're going to help me with my next class," Brett said with a suspicious amount of enthusiasm.

"In what way?" she asked cautiously.

Brett was full on grinning.

"You're going to be my model."

Cameron looked down at herself a few minutes later and wondered why she hadn't refused. She stood in front of at least ten people with ropes tied over her clothes that highlighted her breasts and groin, with her hands tied in front of her. When Brett had pulled out the rope she casually tried to make a break for it but was subtly controlled with one of his hands gripping her hair, and the instant tingle it sent to her clit was enough to make that decision for her. She figured there weren't many things she wouldn't let him do to her.