"I shtihll can't believe I'm sitting the infamous Winne-bang-o." Cameron slurred from the floor where she was sitting cross legged. She smiled crookedly, leaning back on her arms and looking up at Murdoc from under her heavily lidded, thickly black rimmed eyes. Murdoc, sitting on the edge of his bed, was still in awe from the pure quantity of alcohol she was able to put away in the short period of time that had passed since they'd reached Kong. This was his kind of girl.
"You'd better believe it, Luv." He said, topping off her near empty glass, his face contorting into a demonic grin. She nodded her thanks and then reached into the pocket of her jacket, pulling out a small, clear plastic bag with white pills inside it.
"Oxys." Cameron explained in response to Murdoc's questioning glance. "You want?" She asked, softly thrusting the bag in his direction. Murdoc shook his head.
"Thanks Luv, but no. I've been trying to stay away from the chalky white stuff, s'no good for my music, y'see."
"Oh," said Cameron, "right. It must be nice having all that potential to live for." She stated with a dry chuckle. She crushed two of the pills and arranged them into three neat lines on the table in front of her, briefly bending her head over them and making them disappear. Suddenly, she sat up straighter. "We need musthic." She bluntly stated, rubbing her nose. She stood up and walked unevenly to the old record player in the corner of the room surrounded by shelves of records. "Black Sabbath… Sex Pistols… Kinks… Bowie… every Gorillaz record made, you egotisthical bastard," Cameron said with a playful scowl and raised eyebrow, still slurring her words. "Tom Waits!" She smiled, slipping the record from it's protective covering and placing it on the turntable. The seductive, jazzy rhythm of Dead and Lovely filled the room.
She was a middle class girl
She was in over her head
She though she would
Stand up in the deep end
Cameron began to move her body in time with the music, oblivious to Murdoc's desire filled gaze that followed her as she danced around.
He had a bullet proof smile
He had money to burn
She thought she had the moon in her pocket
Her head rolled back as she swayed her hips from side to side, her hands running up the length of her body and through her hair. She extended her arms all the way up above her head, unwittingly thrusting her breasts forward and letting the cascading waves of amber fall around her thin shoulders. Murdoc lit a cigarette, still watching. She was like some kind of drugged up stripper-ballerina. Her movement was somewhat awkward and jerky, but at the same time sensuous and uninhibited.
I've always been told to remember this:
Don't let a fool kiss you
Never marry for love
She continued her raunchy dance, inching her way up to him, eyes still closed. He wasn't sure if she was moving towards him on purpose or if she was just lost in her own world of self-medication. She was completely captivating. She began softly humming to the tune.
She made up someone to be
She made up somewhere to be from
This is one business in the world
Where that's no problem at all
She was close to him now. He took a final drag and stubbed his cigarette butt out in the ashtray beside his bed. Her spicy scent wafted over to him with each delicate movement of her arms and suggestive twist of her hips. She turned her body to face away from him, still dancing and glanced over her shoulder. The shift of weigh caused her to abruptly loose her balance and topple back towards him. He caught her in his arms with a sinister snicker and dragged her onto his lap. "Alright there, Luv?" He asked. Her eyes rolled back, half closed and the corners of her mouth turned upwards.
"Just a tad lightheaded is all." She mumbled contentedly. A long minute of silence passed. Cameron shifted to straddle Murdoc's lap, already feeling a telltale bulge. He supported her from behind with his big hands, pushing her harder down onto himself. The atmosphere changed in a moment, from one of playful mischievousness to heavy sexual tension. Though it hadn't been explicitly stated, they both knew why she was there. She nuzzled his neck and moaned. "Mmmm Murdoc."
"Yeh, Poppet?" Came his thick reply. Their faces were only millimetres apart. Cameron looked deep into his eyes, her vision blurred by the extreme closeness.
"Get ready." She murmured hoarsely, before forcefully pressing her mouth onto his.
Murdoc readily reciprocated, slipping his long, snake-like tongue into her mouth. She unhesitatingly wrapped her lips around it and sucked, pulling it deep into the caverns of her mouth. An indication of what was to come. Murdoc shivered in anticipation. He wrapping his sinewy arms tightly around her shoulders, drawing her in, their bodies pressed together, her hands swiftly exploring every inch of him. He roughly ran his fingers through her tangled hair, jerking her head back in the process and exposing her neck. He regretfully took his tongue out of her warm mouth and began kissing her neck. He planted a fierce nip on the fragile skin below her jawline, leaving an angry red mark. Cameron took in a sharp breath. Murdoc looked back at her face, but rather than pain, he saw pure ecstasy. "You like it rough, do ya, Pet?" A throaty moan was her only response. He raked his nails up her bare outer thighs. Cameron pressed herself flat against his body, her chest moving towards his face. He hungrily bit at her breasts through her dress causing her to throw her head back and whimper in pleasure. His hands were clawing at the thin material covering her, vigorously trying to tear it away.
Cameron pushed Murdoc's shoulders back so that he was lying on the bed. Still straddling him and teasingly grinding herself into his crotch, she removed her dress, arching her back and causing her ribs to strain against her ghostly, pallid skin. Murdoc reached up, grabbing hold of her bony frame and pulling her back down for another deep kiss. The song had long since stopped, but they had replaced the music with a soundtrack of their own. She was now firmly rubbing herself back and forth over his hard, clothed erection, earning low, thick growls from him. Cameron herself was grunting with every dry thrust, getting more and more thirsty for Murdoc as the minutes passed. "Take," Grunt. "off," Grunt. "your clothes." She moaned, ripping at the black fabric that covered his torso. Murdoc violently rolled Cameron over, his tongue still in her mouth, and pushed her hard against the bed so that he was on top. He removed his shirt and grinned wickedly as he undid the button of his pants with an unhurried pace that Cameron found torturously slow.
She sat up, pushing his hands away from the button, desperately tearing it open herself.
"Eager, aren't we?" Murdoc smirked.
"Oh that's a problem, is it?" asked Cameron in a lust filled voice. "You're going to regret complaining about that, you picky geezer."
"HAH, you don't scare me, Luv. No one scares the great Murdoc Niccals." He guffawed condescendingly, tickling the underside of her chin as if she were a small child.
"Lie down." A husky whisper said into his ear, sending a chill down his spine. He reluctantly did as he was told, not used to taking orders. He fell back down against the bed and looked up at the exceptionally arousing sight in front of him. Cameron's lips were swollen from his abuse, thick caramel hair mussed and in nothing but her skivvies. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling, trying to contain the heat inside of her. She stared at him with a increasingly unnerving stare. Her eyes weren't on him, they were in him. Murdoc wasn't used to being looked at like that.
"Whatcha thinkin' Luv?" He asked nervously. She opened her mouth as if to say something and closed it again. Then said, "I'm just taking my time. I don't want to seem too eager, do I?" She asked in a voice that dripped with feigned sweetness.
Cameron let herself thud down on the bed next to Murdoc, propping herself up on her side with an elbow, her face level with his crotch. She halfheartedly tugged down on the right side of his pants, moving it no more than a few centimetres. Her left hand was drawing agonizingly gentle circles on his chest, her nails creating a light tingling sensation. She moved her hand back over across Murdoc's hips, briefly brushing against his hardness, now giving the left side of his pants a gentle downwards tug. Crystals of sweat appeared on his brow, understanding what she was doing. "Oh come o-" His complaint was interrupted by her suddenly, savagely ripping off his pants with both hands, exposing his boxers, and the throbbing appendage concealed in them.
Her eyes widened with false innocence and her eyebrows raised insolently as she crept over, positioning herself between his legs, resuming her tormentingly slow pace. She languidly brushed her lips up against the covered bulge, never breaking eye contact. Murdoc fought the urge to grab the back of her head and grind his crotch into her face for being such a fucking tease. He was rewarded when she pulled his boxers down and off, leaving him completely naked except for the gold inverted cross that hung around his neck. Cameron planted gentle kisses on his inner thighs and lower stomach. She bent her head down again, this time softly brushing the tip of her tongue from the base of his naked length to the tip. That put Murdoc over the edge. He groaned loudly and buckled his hips upward, winning a malicious smile from Cameron. She instantly took all of him into her mouth, rapidly bobbing her head up and down, once in a while reaching a hand down to give his balls a gentle tug or squeeze.
Murdoc's head span. "Fuck!" He said under his breath, "Bloody Hell that's good." Cameron's tongue seemed to be moving in all directions, covering every inch of him at once. She swirled it around the head, feeling a frantic hand tangle itself into her hair, guiding her movement. She could tell he was close. She crawled back up to Murdoc's mouth, letting him taste his own juices. He reached a hand around her back, expertly unclasping her bra and throwing it away. She looked at him through her half-lidded eyes, surrounded by smudged black eyeliner. He could see the drugs in them. She sat up straight letting the dim light fall onto her naked upper body. Murdoc leaned into her, taking a nipple in his mouth, suckling lightly before roughly biting down. Her breathing sped up, getting louder as he removed her underwear, roughly rubbing what he found underneath it. Her pants became piercing, feral moans. "Fuck me." She hissed softly into his ear blindly reaching down, her grasping hands attempting to guide Murdoc inside of her.
He hastily complied, putting on protection and once again rolling her over so that he could access her from above. Without hesitation, he plunged himself into her entrance, savagely groping at her near skeletal body and trying to go deeper inside of her. She cried out, a mixture of pleasure and searing pain as Murdoc ripped apart her insides. Both bodies were shaking with indulgence. Her velvety flesh clenching tightly onto him, making it hard for him to hold out. Rapidly thrusting, he leaned down to kiss her, simultaneously letting his calloused thumb wander to the small pink nub above her slit, furiously circling around it and rubbing it side to side. Cameron moaned into Murdoc's mouth, as his sharp teeth bit onto her plump bottom lip, sucking on it. With a final pant, Murdoc thrust into her again, finishing into the condom. He pulled out and dropped down beside her, having an absurd and unexplainable whim to take her into his arms. Instead, he dragged a long nail down the side of her face and gently brushed his lips against her neck in a soft kiss. Her eyes lazily fell on him, drooping shut in exhaustion and drugged stupor.
"G'night, Luv." Murdoc whispered, pressing his body up against hers and closing his eyes in satisfaction.
"Night, Murdoc." Cameron replied sleepily, burrowing her head deeper into the stained blankets and giving in to the waves of unconsciousness that enveloped her