New Excerpt from THE WAY OF A MAN WITH A NEIGHBOR (Lucas)
After lunch Sam helped Camilla bring the dishes up, and they settled into her den sofa with their glasses of wine. Without making eye contact she handed him a remote control. “The disc is loaded,” she said.
Sam pushed the play button and the massive flat screen came to life.
The video was in black and white. Its opening scene was in a bedroom. Camilla and a black man were standing next to a brass bed, facing each other. Sam figured the dude had to be the gigolo named Lucas.
As Camilla had described, in the video she wore an old fashioned-looking dress—an off-the-shoulders number with laces in the front, a gathered waist and pleated skirt. The dude wore a suit with an open collar shirt. Sam was surprised that he looked to be middle-aged. He’d expected that a gigolo would be younger.
“How old was this guy?” he asked Camilla.
“I don’t know; I’d say in his forties, though you wouldn’t know by…well…” She tried and failed to suppress a smile.
“That good, huh?” Sam squeezed on a smile he didn’t feel to demonstrate he was okay about this dude having rocked Camilla’s world.
“Whatever John paid him, he earned,” she said.
“Yeah, I can tell that by your smile,” Sam teased.
“Are you really sure you want to see this?”
“So far, yeah.”
In the video Camilla and the dude were talking, but the audio wasn’t clear enough for Sam to make out what they were saying. He pushed the volume button and got nothing.
“Sorry, the sound is crap,” Camilla said.
“In the unedited videos the audio was fine. John said the videographer messed up the sound during the editing. I think otherwise.”
“What do you think?”
“I think John had the guy mess up the volume for the final cut so he couldn’t hear what was happening. I don’t think he liked what he heard.”
“Because it made him jealous. You’ll understand if you want to keep watching.” She turned her head to look at him. “Do you?”
Sam tilted his chin at the television screen. “Are you going to be naked in this thing?”
“Then I’m watching.”
Onscreen Lucas put his hands on Camilla’s waist and leaned to her. It looked like he was whispering in her ear. Then he dipped his head lower and Camilla’s eyes fluttered. Sam realized Lucas was nuzzling or kissing her neck.
At first Camilla held her hands up in a defensive palms-out position. But after a few moments of Lucas doing whatever he was doing her hands drifted cautiously up to rest on his shoulders. Her fluttering eyes closed and her lips parted as she lost herself in the pleasurable sensations.
Camilla in reality had gone quiet next to him on the sofa. Sam wondered what she was thinking; if she was getting into it or if she was uncomfortable with him watching her intimacies on video. When he looked at her she looked at him. Her expression was apprehensive. He figured he’d better say something to show he was okay, if that’s what she was worried about.
“Have you watched this since the first time?” he asked.
“A few times, yes.”
“Did you play with yourself when you watched before?”
Camilla turned her eyes back to the television. “Yes.”
On the screen Lucas had moved around Camilla to stand behind her. He started kissing the nape of her neck. Camilla seemed to be digging it, the way her head fell back against Lucas’ chest and she reached back to caress his face. Sam wondered how much of Camilla’s response to Lucas was natural and how much, if any, was to entertain her husband.
“Were you putting on a show for your ex?”
“No,” Camilla said, her eyes on the screen. In a distracted voice she added, “Everything was real.”
In the video Lucas put his hands around Camilla’s waist, just for a moment, before slowly lifting them to the swell of her breasts. Camilla’s eyes popped open. Her wide-eyed gaze fixed on the camera she and Lucas were facing. It looked like she was watching someone watching her getting felt up.
“What were you thinking then?” Sam asked.
“I think I was very anxious,” Camilla said.
“No. Just anxious. I was thinking…wondering what was going to happen. I wasn’t pretending but I was really aware of the cameras being there.”
“Yeah, you’re looking right at it. Were you embarrassed at all?”
“No. It was for John. In this part I just couldn’t get it out of my mind that the cameras were there. I couldn’t stop looking at them. In some disconnected way I could feel John watching me through the camera lenses. I remember wishing he were in the room so I could see his reaction. I wanted to see how turned on he was watching me.”
“Are you something of an exhibitionist?”
“Not something of; definitely, when I’m in the mood.”
Sam wanted to dig more into that revelation but on the screen Lucas had adjusted his hands so that rather than lifting Camilla’s breasts from beneath he was cupping them through her dress. Camilla responded by placing her hands over his, as if on instinct she was going to pull his hands away. But Lucas said something in her ear and she dropped her hands to her sides.
“Did he tell you to put your hands back down?” Sam asked.
From the corner of his eye Sam saw Camilla shake her head. She said, “He told me he was going to undress me.”
COMING AUGUST 2015