A New Jersey Love Story: Troy & Camilla

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1. Camilla

2. Troy

3. Camilla

4. Camilla

5. Troy

6. Camilla

7. Troy

8. Camilla

9. Troy

10. Camilla

11. Troy

12. Camilla

13. Troy

Chapter 14

15. Troy

16. Supreme

17. Troy

18. Supreme

19. Troy

20. Troy

21. Troy

22. Kitty

23. Camilla

24. Troy

25. Kitty

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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1

Camilla

H i, my name is Camilla. I’m here to see the owner, Troy for the waitressing position available, I said with a smile on my face, determined to make a great impression.

I needed this job and I was determined to win the owner over; not only with my million-dollar smile but with my looks as well. I stood 5’5", 140 pounds, brown skinned with a slender build. I was often compared to the actress Tiki Sumpter. I’m undoubtedly a beautiful girl.

At the age of 23, I was what people would call the typical girl next door. I’m smart and loved by everyone I come in contact with. I finished high school with a 4.0 GPA and was the valedictorian of my class. I was rewarded a full scholarship to Kean University. My first three years went by without a problem, until my mother was diagnosed with cancer and I had to stop going to help take care of her. Because I had taken a break from school, it caused me to lose my scholarship. When I enrolled for my last year, I had to pay out of pocket, which is why I’m here at Ladies Oasis interviewing for a job.

I sat at the bar waiting on the owner, Troy to come. The bartender said that he was on a conference call and would be down soon.

Capri, let me get a double shot of Hennessy, I heard a male’s voice say.

I looked over and locked eyes on this massive man. He was dark skinned, had to be about 6’5" and around 250 pounds of pure muscle. He was definitely eye candy and those dimples were so deep I could probably swim in them.

Hello pretty lady, he said again.

I finally snapped out of my thought.

Hey, what’s up? I spoke with a slight nervous stutter.

I don’t know what it was about this man that made me nervous. I was never nervous around a person, that’s why people loved me.

"Not much. Was wondering why a fine young lady like yourself was sitting here all alone so early in the day.

I’m here interviewing for the waitress position, I was waiting on Mr. Troy now.

He laughed. Mr. Troy, that’s funny.

What’s so funny?

I’ve just never heard anyone refer to him as Mr. It sounds funny. I’m Supreme; I’m one of the performers here.

I’m Camilla, nice to meet you, I extended my hand for him to shake. Instead, he took and kissed my hand, while keeping his eyes locked onto mine. The eye contact caused a chill down my spine. I don’t know if it was from the feel of his lips or from those dark eyes he had. He was kind of scary.

He must have felt me shiver from the chill because once again, he started to laugh like he knew my dirty little secret. Seeing as though he was a dancer here, I’m sure it was part of his job make a bitch want to hop on his dick and start riding him in the middle of the stage.

Don’t worry sweetheart… that happens often.

I shyly laughed.

Camilla, my name was called from behind me. I turned around to another beautiful man standing 6’1", about 200 pounds with the most beautiful Egyptian red complexion. He resembled the actor Laz Alonso.

What the fuck? I don’t know how I’m going to manage to work in this place with all these fine ass men walking around here.

Hi, yes, I’m Camilla, I said getting up from the bar stool.

Before leaving, I said bye to Supreme and walked away. Troy stared at me with those mesmerizing brown eyes and I couldn’t do anything but blush. It was weird for him to be staring at me because he just seems way out of my league. He looked as if he was into the prim and proper girls, not around the way typical girls such as myself.

He waved his hand for me to follow him. We got to the elevator in the back of the club and he allowed me to walk in first. I felt him burning a hole through my ass. I didn’t have one of those big ass video model booties, but I did have a little something going on. Thanks to squats, my booty sat up perfectly with no help from injections or implants. Some people said that I was too skinny to be carrying so much ass.

The elevator took us to the fourth floor of the club, which was his office. We walked into his office and I was taken aback by the way his office was decorated. It was decorated in black and white, with a white shag carpet throughout the office. The walls were painted an eggshell white, while everything else was black and glass. He had a large window behind his desk that allowed him to see out into the club. He motioned for me to have seat.

So Miss Camilla, tell me a little about yourself.

Well it’s not much about me. I’m 23 years old, a college student at Kean University, and I help take care of my mother because she was recently diagnosed with cancer. I have no kids and little work experience, which brings me to why I’m here today. I recently enrolled back in school for my last year and found out I lost my scholarship, so now I need to work to pay for my last year.

Do you have a man, Miss Camilla?

Why was this man concerned with me having a man or not?

He laughed. "I only ask this because we have had incidents where niggas didn’t want their woman working in this kind of environment. This is a male strip club. There will be a lot of men walking around naked with big dicks. Are you comfortable with that, Miss Camilla?

It’s Camilla, please don’t call me Miss. And to answer your first question, no I do not have a man and for you second question, yes, I am more than comfortable working in this environment. I’m here to do a job so there should be no reason why I’m uncomfortable.

He looked at me and licked his sexy lips while staring at me with those brown eyes. I like you Camilla, he said while getting up from his desk and walking to a closet. When were you looking to start?"

As soon as possible, I have tuition that needs to be paid.

Stand up for me. I stood and he looked over me. He pulled out a few clothing items which I assumed was a uniform.

You look like you could fit these. Here. He handed me three set of uniforms. I usually only give everyone two but being that I don’t get a lot of girls that wear a size small, I have still plenty left.

I got the job? I asked overly excited.

Yes, can you start tonight?

You damn right I can!

Good, see you tonight Camilla, he said with a flirtatious smile that made me blush.

I walked out of his office and immediately bumped into someone. I dropped my uniforms and bent down to pick them up. I looked up to a female who resembled the model Naomi Campbell.

Oh, excuse me, I said.

Watch where you’re going next time, she said to me with an attitude, and stepped over me.

She was lucky I just got this job and wasn’t ready to lose it, because I would have been on her ass like white on rice.

I shook my head and continued to pick up my uniforms. She walked straight into his office. I wondered who that uppity bitch was. I hope it wasn’t his girl because he can do a lot better.

Hey baby, she said walking into the office.

I’m not your baby, I heard him say.

Yes! I said in my mind.

She went to kiss him but he moved his head. She reached down and grabbed his dick. And from the grip she had, I could tell he was working with a monster.

It was almost hard to tear my eyes away from his print but I did, and I continued to pick up my uniforms and made my way on to the elevator.

I made it back downstairs and there were two men on stage practicing what I assumed was a new routine. There were two women I assumed worked here on stage with them also. I sat and watched for a little while and made eye contact with the guy, Supreme I was speaking to earlier. It’s like he had me in a trance because I couldn’t pull my eyes away. He flipped the waitress upside down and pretended to eat her pussy in the air, while never breaking eye contact with me. He was a massive man. His body was oiled down; I’m surprised the girl didn’t slip out of his arms because they were so greasy. The music stopped and he let the girl down. He winked, smiled at me and walked away.

So how was it? I heard Capri say from behind me.

Huh? I asked, finally turning my eyes away from the stage and towards her.

She was beautiful. I didn’t notice until now, how much Troy and Capri resembled each other. She was a beautiful girl. She was what you would consider a red bone. She had high cheek bones, thick, pouty lips, and her body was bad. She had ass, hips and thighs for days. I noticed she had a tattoo on her wrist that said Stash.

The interview with Troy… how was it?

Oh, it was great. I start tonight.

That’s good girl!! Welcome to the family mommas.

I see this job comes with benefits, I said referring to the performance.

Oh yea girl, they practice on the girls all the time.

You ever let them practice on you?

Yeah right. For one, my cousin will blow a fucking fuse and two, my man would snatch me bald if he walked up in here one day and seen me up there.

We both started laughing. I hear that. Who’s your cousin?

Troy.

"Oh, okay. So who’s that skinny chick that’s in his office now?

"That’s Keyonna’s Beverly Hills ass. She thinks she’s better than God, girl.

Yea, I was about to shoot that hoe if she said something else smart to me.

I don’t know why my cousin still deals with that tramp. I think she fucking Supreme, but that isn’t any of my business.

Yo Capri, someone called her name.

I guess I’ll see you back here in a few hours, she said walking backward towards the kitchen.

Yes you will babes, I said waving bye to her.

I looked up to the window to Troy’s office. It was one of those windows that you can see out but the crowd couldn’t see in.

I looked around admiring the rest of the place and walked out of my new place of employment.

2

Troy

Keyonna walked into my office like she owned the shit. I mean, her father did help me make the money to open my club, but that doesn't mean I owe his or her stuck up ass anything. Yea, I fucked her on occasions. She was just a convenient fuck for the past two years.

Her rude ass walked straight over Camilla. I could see in Camilla’s eyes that she was ready to pounce on that ass. Keyonna walked up to me and grabbed my already hard dick, from watching Camilla’s ass as she walked out my office. I couldn’t believe how much ass she was carrying to be so tiny. She couldn’t weigh more than 130 pounds. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel some sort of attraction to her. I always had a thing for a slim chick with a nice ass.

I pulled out my dick.

Usually, I would just let her suck my dick but I wanted to punish that ass for being a bitch to Camilla. Keyonna strutted over to my desk, hiked her skirt up, and turned around with palms on the desk. I walked behind her, reached in my drawer and got a condom.

I kicked her right leg to spread them wider. Grabbing the back of her neck, I positioned my dick to her opening. Without warning, I slammed into her, knocking her forward, causing her to let out a scream. This bitch couldn't take this dick for shit, only down her throat.

Oo Oo Oo, wait Troy, be easy, it hurts.

When she realized I wasn't letting up she tried to run. I had my dick so far in her that we were ass to pelvis. I just kept throwing the dick.

What you mean be easy? You walked in here grabbing my dick like you owned it. You can't own it if you can't take it when you want it, I said to her. I started pumping faster. I closed my eyes and pictured Camilla being bent over instead of Keyonna. I felt myself about to nut. I opened my eyes pulled out, pulled the condom off, pushed Keyonna to her knees, jerked my dick and nutted all over her face.

I went into the bathroom, grabbed two washcloths and ran them under warm water.

I walked back into my office and tossed one of the washcloths to Keyonna for her to wipe off. I wiped myself off and looked up and saw Camilla talking to Capri. Her beautiful brown skin was radiant. She reminded me of an actress but I couldn’t remember who. I completely zoned out not noticing Keyonna walking up to me.

Why you staring at that basic bitch? she asked with an attitude.

I ignored her and continued to wipe my dick off. Once I was done I walked over to my desk and sat down.

Well if you’re wondering why I’m here, it’s because daddy asked me to drop this off to you, she said, handing me a yellow envelope. He has another job for you.

I took the envelope from Keyonna and placed it in my desk. I picked up the