Page 20 of Caged Hunger

Or perhaps it was Lucas and Caden. Those two had a fucking-in-public fetish. Cameron couldn’t count the number of times he’d walked out into the parking lot and caught them fucking outside.

Or maybe it was Niko and his partner, Reid. Those two liked to sneak in quickies while Niko was working the doors… but it could also have been Marcus and Gavin. The boss was a little more conservative about fucking in front of his staff, but Gavin could be very demanding and usually got what he wanted whenever he wanted. So if Gavin was horny enough, he could have ordered Marcus to give him dick, and the boss would have complied.

Glancing around the room, he suddenly realized that all his coworkers were horny animals getting way more dick than he was. And he was a goddamn camboy!

Or at least he tried to be.

Most of his videos lately had been solo jerk-off scenes. Something quick and easy, just to keep his fans interested. Finding a guy to collaborate with was exhausting and took a lot of work. Yes, the scenes were more fun because, well, dick! But having to find someone, then coordinate schedules, and discuss limits and boundaries just seemed like so much work…

Cameron sighed.

He’d better get this shit cleaned up. The longer he procrastinated, the later he would have to stay.

Pulling out his cell, he opened his “Fun Times” playlist, then hit Play.

At least some music would help pass the time.

He opened the first box, then began placing the expensive liquor on the empty shelf in front of him. He would have to remember to bring some of these bottles upstairs after he was done.

Once the half-open boxes were emptied and shelved, he began fixing the stock, rearranging items so they made fucking sense.

They had bottles of gin mixed in with whiskey, and beer cases mixed in with wine.

They had wine? Who the fuck knew? Why wasn’t any of this being sold upstairs?

Was this wine even meant to be sold?

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew who the Shadow Vipers were and what they represented. Marcus and his crew were an outlaw biker gang that engaged in certain… criminal activities that weren’t exactly discussed during staff meetings or in one-on-one coaching sessions.

Perhaps these wine cases had fallen off a truck and were meant to be sold for… other purposes.

Cameron’s gaze slowly drifted to his right.

At the other end of the basement, there was a large metal door that no one was allowed to enter. Only a few of the guys who worked for Marcus ever went back there, which Cameron assumed was where all the other illegal contraband was stored.

He didn’t ask questions, and he didn’t want to know what was back there.

He was well paid and enjoyed working for Marcus and his crew. Cameron really didn’t care how his boss made all his money. So long as he wasn’t raping people, trafficking humans, or hurting children, Cameron really didn’t care.

And behind his growly façade, Marcus was a big teddy bear who cared deeply about the people around him and his community. He didn’t have it in him to conduct any of the horrible acts that seemed to run rampant in so many parts of the world.

Staring at the top shelf in front of him, he frowned.

Someone had thrown a box up on top but didn’t bother to push it all the way back. It was only a matter of time before someone moved a bottle and the box came tumbling down.

“Damn it,” he muttered, grabbing a stepladder and pulling it next to the shelf. Unlike some of the other guys who worked at the bar, Cameron was not a tall-ass beast.

Stepping onto the top step, he stretched up, trying to reach the unstable box. Even on his tiptoes, he barely managed to reach it.

Okay, this was getting embarrassing.

Forcing himself higher, he finally reached the edge of the box and was able to push the damn thing back.

Feeling triumphant, he raised his arms above his head, giving himself a well-deserved cheer.

Bad move.

The stepladder shifted beneath his weight.