No, she had to see him. Walking forward again, Camey tilted her chin up and narrowed her eyes, trying to pick out Brad's massive body among the five or six men gathered together in the center of the pen.
When she arrived, Camey felt her heart contract and sink. Brad wasn't there. That tall blond friend of his was squatting in the center, a barbell with several heavy weights on either end sitting squarely on his shoulders. How his calves and thighs bulged with the strain of lifting those round hunks of iron!
Camey let out a little sigh of disappointment and turned as if to go. Her narrow shoulders sloped down and forward while she shuffled away from the weightlifting area.
"Hey, babe, wait up," a voice sounded front behind her.
Camey froze. It was the voice of the blond. She remembered it from the day Brad had picked her up. She remembered his mocking laugh, his cynical smile as the two of them sauntered up the Walk toward his apartment. Now she felt her cheeks burn with shame and guilt. But still he was Brad's friend. He might know where the young athlete was. Camey by this time was so desperate to see Brad she'd put up with his friend's arrogance to find out any information.
"Yes?" she said coolly, turning around and facing the pen. The blond weightlifter had eased the weights onto the holders, wiped his hands on his skimpy bathing suit and was now walking up to her. He was handsome in a pretty sort of way delicate features with bushy blond hair falling rakishly over his forehead. His body was as developed as Brad's, while the jiggling bulge in the crotch of his trunks indicated that muscles weren't the only thing he and his buddy had in common.
"Do you know where… do you know where Brad is?" she asked nervously.
The big blond flashed her a brilliant, mocking smile, his hands placed squarely on his hips.
"Got to you, didn't he?"
The words shot through Camey. She saw herself clearly a begging dog, begging for the big man's dick, crawling on the ground, humiliating herself publicly just so she could have more cock! It was a terrible, degrading mental image that flashed through her confused mind.
"I don't… know what you mean. I lust want to talk to him," she said in a quavering voice.
"Sure you don't. Anyways, ain't seen him for a couple of days. Heard you and his old lady got into it," he said, his face lighting up again with mocking laughter. "Yeah, ol' Karen ain't no one to cross. She's got lots of friends around here."
There was something threatening in his voice now, something that made Camey's blood run cold. She ran one hand up and down her arm while backing one foot away from the big man.
"But I'll tell you. Just gimme time to clean up a bit and I'll see if I can find 'im for you. Brad gets under the skin of lots of chicks lately," he said, flashing Camey that brilliant smile before turning and gathering up his leather waist support belt and gloves.
The blonde teen didn't know what to think. Should she risk going with this man? Risk? That word made her laugh. What had she done four days before, trotting off like a bitch dog after some hot man who promised her nothing more than a fast fuck and an end to her innocence? Somehow that image excited the hell out of Camey.
"Come on," the blond weightlifter said.
She followed the tall, thickly built man down the Walk toward Brad's apartment, learning his name was Rick Urban. He and Brad had served in the Marines together, had fought together in Vietnam, and had finally come to Southern California together and settled in Venice.
"Sometimes he hangs out a lot down here," he said, gesturing toward a beach side bar. Camey peered through the dirty plate-glass window. There were only a few people there, none of them being Brad.
"No," she said, wishing she hadn't bothered Rick or anyone else. This was stupid. What was she going to say to Brad when she found him? What was the sense of it all?
"Okay, then let's go down here," he said, indicating a side street leading off to the east of the Walk. "We got some buddies who rebuild bikes. Sometimes he likes to hang around there."
Camey was beginning to shiver. It was growing cold. Glancing over one shoulder she saw a gray fog bank hanging off the coast, getting ready to roll in at any second. Still she followed Rick down the narrow street lined on either side with one story wood beach houses. At the end was a larger home, apparently deserted. There were no signs of cars or bikes. But Rick marched up to the side door and motioned impatiently with one hand for her to follow. Camey shrugged and walked quickly up to the home. This, she was sure, would be another wild goose chase.
"Come on inside," Rick said, opening the door.
How odd it was that someone in this neighborhood would leave his door unlocked. There was something sinister about this. Camey sensed she should, run down the street while she could. But curiosity got the better of her.
"OH!" the girl screamed as the door slammed shut and locked behind her. For a while she saw nothing, her eyes unaccustomed to the sudden dark. There was movement in front of her. Two shapes loomed out of the dusky light, one of them being Rick.
"Looks like Brad ain't here," he said mockingly.
Camey stepped back, her shoulder blades touching the door. She reached behind her, her fingers searching frantically for the doorknob.
"What's going on?" she asked, trying to make her voice steady and defiant. No sense in showing these men she was terrified until it became clear what they wanted with her.
"Karen's a good friend of mine, a lot better flow than Brad. She's gonna be here to teach you a fuckin' lesson on how to behave," Rick said, running his fingers through his blond hair and smiling curiously at her.
Camey's eyes raced down to his crotch and saw his cock bulging more stiffly against the thin silky material of his trunks. Panic shot through the girl's mind and body.
"Don't… oh please, I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I wasn't going to hurt anyone," she stammered.
"Sure, sure, that's why you came down here to look for Brad, right? You gonna play checkers with 'im or something?"
Camey trembled. She found the doorknob and twisted the cold hard object around and around. But the lock held the door shut.
"We keep this place as a kinda playroom. This here's Jack, Jack Henshey. He's just one of the guys you're gonna meet tonight," Rick said.
He stretched out one hand and gripped Camey by the wrist. The blonde teen let out a whimper and struggled futilely against him. For several seconds the two men just stood there, their faces glowing with growing excitement while she twisted and panted, struggling to free herself. Finally growing tired of the game, Rick jerked her forward, catching her with both hands and pulling her hard against his body.
Camey let out a sharp cry, her eyes wide with terror. She was pressed against his smooth tanned body. The girl could feel his growing body heat warming her flesh as he moved her hands around her hips and pinned them to the small of her back. His breath was blowing against both her cheeks while his dick jumped and throbbed against the dampening crotch panel of her bikini bottoms.
"We're gonna have lots of fun, the three of us, before Karen gets here, right Jack?" Rick said, his eyes burning with perverted desire.
"Yeah, just like the last two broads," his buddy said, licking his lower lip and scratching his groin.
"Naw, better," Rick said. "This one's hot like an iron. That's what Brad said a couple of nights ago. That's why Karen's so uptight about her and wants her out of the way."
Out of the way? What was going on here? Why was she so important. Something was behind all of this, something more than a woman's simple jealousy.