Justice Deferred
By: Alex. P
For Disclaimers see Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Waiting for the guard escort, she was sure would be there soon, to
arrive, Camilla Theresa Brusard sat on her small 6x4 bunk and surveyed the
place that had been her home for the last six years.
The beautiful woman let out a quiet chuckle as she compared this tiny cell to
the life she was about to return to. Thinking about her former life led her
mind down the twisted, convoluted path that had brought her to this point in
her life.
After her high school graduation life was looking good for Cam. Her excellent
grades and her athletic abilities had the college recruiters banging on her
door scholarships in hand. She was offered full rides to some of the most
prestigious colleges and universities from both coasts.
Her uncles wanting their niece to have all the opportunities they never had a
chance at, offered to take all her expenses even if she did chose to take them
up on their scholarships.
Finally when the day came for her to choose, she surprised everyone by choosing
to attend a small state university, in the nearby town of Springfield.
As she had in high school Cam excelled in college. A Dean's List student, a
stand out on the volleyball and softball teams, she graduated with honors. Then
she went to grad school and earned not only an MBA but also a masters in
computer science, her family was proud but not surprised when she graduated
Manga cum laude.
Upon graduation Cam received several attractive offers from some major Fortune
500 companies, but turned them all down when her dad and her uncles came to
her, and offered her a place in their corporation. Instead of a job for wages
they brought Cam in as a full partner.
Each man split his share until they each owned one fourth of the corporation.
The only difference between them all was Cutter, he held final say on any major
decisions. With all three men in full agreement Cam went to work instituting
several changes using the knowledge she'd learned in school.
A few didn't work or had to be modified but for the most part her ideas were
both profitable and efficient. It also allowed her uncles to increase some of
their pet projects.
Mostly they were the driving-force (financially) behind many of the major
improvements within their little community. They supported job programs, food
pantries, job training, day care centers, and the three men's pet project a
shelter for abused children and women, all anonymously of course.
Knowing the way the town felt about them they were sure their assistance would
have been thrown back in their faces. It wouldn't have been the first time.
Only the four of them, their accounting department and the IRS knew the origin
of the donations. Life was going pretty smoothly for the tall dark woman, she
had her work and when that was boring she would go with her uncle Cobra to his
state of the art computer center in a specially built building at the farm
where they lived. Cobra's building was a very modest appearing building about a
half-mile away from the main house where actually only Cutter and Cam lived.
The two would spend hours there writing programs and working on their
computers. Cobra had contacts in nearly every computer company, many used him
as a consultant.
Most people considered the 6'7" mute albino that always dressed in black
leather to be some kind of uneducated freak, a serious mistake they didn't make
twice. Among those that knew computers they considered him one of the best
R&D people in the business. Her Uncle Mountain had a place a little further
down the road.
His building was also deceptively plain on the outside. Inside was a mechanics
dream shop, all the state of the art equipment was in there and a few that
Mountain had invented himself. If it had a motor he could fix it. Every member
of Cam's family had a great many strengths and they seemed to each compensate
for the others weaknesses. It's what made them so good at what they decided to
do, and it's what made them a family.
So when Cam needed help or a job or any event in her life it was little wonder
that she always returned to the three that loved their little girl more than
anything, in fact their family was the only thing they loved more than their
bikes.
Yes, life was looking pretty good for Cam and her family, but as everyone
knows, nothing in this life stays perfect forever. Eventually the pendulum
swings back the other way.
At the beginning of the fiscal year rumors began going around that a corporate
raider, called Kreelcorp was going to make a run at CCMC Inc, Cam and her
uncles' company. No one knew much about Krellcorp's owner, D.C.Kreel, but he or
she was a ruthless raider, completely without morals or scruples. They were
known to take over a business, pillage it for anything of value, sell it then
let the business go bankrupt so they could write it off as a loss at tax time.
This was done with absolutely no regard for any damage that may be incurred by
the people or the community that depends on the business.
None of Cam's uncles were worried really they owned or controlled over 85% of
the stock and the rest was owned by guys they'd ridden with for years. Their
attorneys had carefully drawn up all their incorporation papers so that all
their personal assets were well insulated from the company. In fact since
someone had to be fiscally responsible on the board it was her dad, Cutter,
that stepped up as head of the family.
He was the only one that could be hurt by the company failing. His only two
protected assets were his part of the farm and his bike.
So even when they learned that D.C.Kreel was known to resort to illegal methods
if the legal failed to take over a business a nervous Cam's uncles weren't
really worried.
Around this time Cam met Deb. It all began on a strangely quiet night; Cam,
Mountain, and Cobra were sitting around Mountain's bike shop slamming down a
few beers, lying about all the women they'd had or would have, telling old war
stories and horror stories from their years on the road. Actually since Cutter
wasn't there Cam convinced Mountain to tell some of his and Cutter's war
stories.
Mountain had been a Marine Recon and Cutter had been with some "No Such
Alphabet Agency" and while he'd done a lot of solo spook stuff, he had
been on some with a Marine escort and that's how he and Mountain met.
It was a companionable night but the peace and quiet didn't last. They got
bored then Mountain challenged Cobra to a knife throwing contest and before
long Mountains fourteen inch Arkansas toothpick was flying across the room and
embedding in the back wall, followed closely by Cobra's ten inch K-bar and then
came Cam's Green River Special.
This didn't occupy them long and as always Mountain won. Finally one of them
came up with the idea to go to the little club in town. The little out of the way
strip club was called Auggie's South and a favorite hangout for most of the
local bikers.
So at ten thirty they were on their bikes and roaring through the warm, clear,
night air headed to their favorite watering hole, hoping some of their friends
would be there.
Auggie's was a rowdy little bar that was owned by a friend from the uncles
wilder days named Gigolo Jim, in partnership with Cutter separately from CCMC.
The uncles also owned the building.
Cam had been coming to this place since the day she turned 21, she liked the
noise and rowdy camaraderie of the bikers that hung out there. She also enjoyed
the easy way everyone there had accepted her for what and who she was.
Cam could bring a date there, pick up a date there, even get laid in the parking
lot just like one of the guys without anyone caring if she was with a woman or
a man, well they might notice if Cam was in the parking lot with a guy.
In fact after getting some personal attention in the parking lot with a
particularly vocal young dancer, Cam walked into the bar and received a
standing ovation from the entire crowd.
That night all eyes turned towards the three as they walked in, the usual
greetings were exchanged as they made their way through the crowd to their
usual table. Suddenly a familiar voice called out across the room so loudly it
could be heard over the roar of the crowded bar and the jukebox.
"Cammy!" came the cry from across the room followed closely by a
bouncy little red haired dancer, who without a thought launched herself into
the tall dark woman's arms.
The girl was someone Cam had once dated but she decided she liked boys better
(a certain albino boy anyway), Cam was fine with it and actually enjoyed the
little dancer, Kat's, antics. She was obviously working because she was wearing
a small lace and satin bra in bright red with a matching thong and ruby red six
inch spike heel with red sequins. Cam shook her head. Cam knew she wouldn't
wear an outfit like that on a bet, but she also knew it was really doing something
to her that got her blood flowing.
"How ya' doin' Kitty-Kat!" Cam asked laughing at the audaciousness of
this tiny red head, she let her large strong hands slide down the girl's back
to Kats' small but deliciously curvaceous rear and gave the firm globes a good
squeeze.
"It's good to see you tall, dark, and gorgeous." the diminutive
dancer purred softly as she snuggled in closer to Cam's ample chest.
"You...ah...ridin' tonight?"
Cam could hear her Uncle Mountain and Gigolo laughing at her dilemma. She just
rolled her eyes at them, smiled down at the double handful in her arms.
"Better be careful little kitty-Kat." Cam whispered dramatically
teasing the girl "You wouldn't want to offend Uncle Mountain or Uncle
Cobra by holding out on their hugs ya' know."
"Coby's here!" Kat cried out excitedly and gently pushed away from
Cam, "Where is he?"
Cam let the girl know where her uncle was and released her knowing how her
uncle felt about the tiny red head. She wanted to ask Kat how she could miss six
foot seven inches of albino dressed like the road warrior, but she just
shrugged and went on to their table. Where a cold pitcher of beer and her
regular shot of Bushmills was waiting for her. Cam smiled content and looked
around the room, this was her "place", she belonged. She shook off
her jacket and sat down at their corner table. It was situated so that even if
all four were there they all could sit with their backs to a wall.
As the night progressed Cam sipped her beer and relaxed enjoying the show. Not
just the dancers but the patrons as well. Probably ninety percent were actual
riders and their friends, there were a few wannabes around but as long as they
were smart enough to stay in their own circles there'd be no problems, with the
guys anyway.
No, the real trouble here were the women, most of these were paired off with a
rider and they were viciously territorial and they saw every un-attached female
that walked in the door as a potential threat to their territory.
There were a few gays around and most of the real lives didn't care about gay
and lesbian issues as long as the beer is cold and they were left alone to
drink it.
Everyone in the bar knew her and that she was gay and that several of her
lesbian friends came to the bar, the gays were pretty nervous at first, and one
of Cam's friends kind of slipped and asked for her at the bar.
The guy behind the bar was Gigolo Jack and he asked if there was a problem,
like all her uncles' friends he was very protective of Cam, so he asked the woman
why she wanted Cam. The woman looked at the short skinny man and told him they
were gay and would there be trouble if they came in to drink. Cam still
chuckled at GJ's answer;
"Lady is your money green?" the woman looked at him like he was crazy
and nodded. "Well then lady I own the place and as long as the money's
green you are more than welcome here. Hell lady I don't give a damn who or what
you fuck. Just don't do it in here I ain't zoned for it."
After that they figured out as long as you loved to ride and you loved your
bike more than most people you'd fit in here. It was funny but Cam noticed that
most of the straight bikers got along just fine with the lesbians, she'd seen
several nights that several of her friends and some of the guys would close the
place sitting together drinking their beer and talking bikes.
At one time she had worried about fights when some drunken idiot would decided
that all a lesbian needed was a "good man", but after the guys took a
couple of them out to the parking lot and beat some sense into them that kind
of stupidity stopped. No now the biggest worry was attached females, and
unattached females.
Some of them saw every single female that walked through the door as a
potential rival for their partner. Sometimes all it took was for one fairly
pretty woman to walk in the door and the tension of the whole bar shot up. When
Debra breezed through the front doors of Auggie's South around midnight Cam
knew a good looking woman was in the bar even she saw the tall beautifully
built platinum blonde. The tension in the air was so charged you could almost
hear it crackling with electricity.
Automatically her sky blue eyes began scanning the crowd looking for potential
trouble. From spending years with her uncles and their friends had taught Cam
what to look for, the kind of mix of people that would explode into violence,
the real trick was to prevent it.
Since she was well aware that the guys working security were friends of theirs
and that her uncles would not hesitate to jump right in to help their friends
maintain order.
They also knew that she had learned the skills to cover their backs. Actually
the head of security a bandy legged little riding Bro of uncle Mountain and
Cutter called Bounce, would call on Cam to help keep some of the rowdier women
reigned in, which she always did.
Cam's eyes surveyed the room until she got to the near end of the bar between
the stage and the bar. The first thing she noticed was an absolutely drop dead
gorgeous tall blonde she'd never met before, standing next to a table full of
riders all attached and they were some well known very tough lesbian riders.
Uh oh Cam thought looking at the woman carefully If that looks as
good up close as she does from here, I'm in trouble and so is she.
Looking for the cause of the sudden rise in tension, Cam's light blue eyes
wondered to a gorgeous platinum blonde that was standing near the bar and
obviously unattached. Bingo the cause.
The second thing Cam noticed was that the blonde Goddess was obviously and
openly flirting with a cute little rider named Bobbie and little Bobbie was not
only enjoying the attention, she was flirting back outrageously, which normally
wouldn't matter but tonight wasn't normal.
Tonight Bobbie wasn't alone and the woman she was with was a stocky full time
ironworker named Pam. Now Pam worked twelve-hour days day in and day out in a
foundry, feeding a blast furnace. Bobbie always said the only thing hotter than
that furnace was Pam, in a loving mood.
Cam knew there was one more thing hotter than either of those, Pam after a few
drinks and pissed.
Cam had seen her go off one night, before she met Bobbie, it wasn't pretty, and
although Cam knew they could take her down if a fight broke out, she also knew
they couldn't do it without putting Pam in the hospital for a long time, and
Cam really didn't want to do that. Pam and Bobbie had an on again off again
thing for quite a while now, and Cam knew also that Pam was hoping to finally
work up enough courage to ask Bobbie the "C" question tonight.
The last thing Cam wanted to see was some stranger ruining her friend's shot at
something nice in her life. With a signal to her uncles and Bounce, Cam moved
in to see if she could defuse this thing before it destroyed more than blood,
bone, and bar fixtures. Moving quickly Cam wove her way through the crowd
easily, as Bounce had taught her long ago, she stopped just before she stepped
into the situation, to let her back-up get into place. When everything was
ready the deceptively small biker signaled that they were ready for her to make
her move.
"PAM! BOBBIE!" Cam yelled boisterously acting much drunker than she
was, "How the hell are ya'?"
Cam threw her long arms around the two women she'd known and liked since she
had first come to town, and gave them a bone-crushing hug.
"Pam, when ya' gonna break down and buy that pretty Panhead, Uncle
Mountain's still holdin' for ya' and put something classy between your legs for
a change." Cam bellowed diverting the powerful iron worker's attention
away from the blonde bimbo flirting with her date.
"Hey!" Bobbie yelled slapping Cam across her rock hard abdomen.
"I'm here, and I'm classier than any old bike, even that gorgeous Electra
Glide you ride, Stretch"
"Don't get carried away there half-pint." Cam snarled reminding them
of an angry panther "Remember who you asked to pleeeeeease have that belt
drive on in time for the annual Lake Perry run."
While Cam was playfully scolding Bobbie, the little biker slid over, and
wiggled herself on to Pam's lap, putting a huge smile on Pam's face. Cam was
amazed how that smile turned the normally plain looking woman into one of the
prettiest woman Cam had seen that night. Then Bobbie spoke up and put the final
ending on any trouble.
"Alright, but I do too got class." Bobbie pouted and snuggled deeper
into Pam's chest, "And 'sides I like it between her legs."
The whole table cracked up laughing at their friend's blatant proposition.
That's what Cam had been waiting for, when Pam heard what her date said all
thoughts of flirty blondes were gone and the anticipation of future passions
took their place, the jealous iron worker's smile was so big Cam was afraid the
top of Pam's head was going to fall off.
Cam signaled Bounce who immediately brought a pitcher of beer and a round of
Irish Whiskey for Cam and the table. She raised her glass and waited for the
rest at the table to join her. Cam's light blue eyes looked around the table
and noticed they were all couples. Then with an impish gleam in her eyes, Cam
gave the toast.
"Here's to gettin' somethin' classy between your legs." Cam shouted
then slammed the potent liquid down her throat. The others at the table howled
in laughter at the normally serious woman's sudden unexpected show of humor then
follow Cam's lead.
Good-natured bantering quickly took the place of the tension. Having calmed the
table Cam turned her attention to the cause of the problem.
Turning her full attention for the first time to the tall beautifully built
platinum blonde. Cam let her eyes boldly examine the woman's perfectly
proportioned body. A slow sexy smile worked its way across Cam's full sensuous
lips as she focused her lustful gaze on the blonde's big liquid chocolate brown
eyes.
She watched as the newcomer did some examining and appraising of her own.
Judging by the way the tip of her delicate pink tongue flicked over her
slightly parted lips, the blonde liked what she saw too.
"Hey ladies" Cam said with a slow sexy drawl directed to the table of
friends "Why don't one of you show some manners and introduce me to your
friend?"
"We don't know her," Pam said gruffly as she held her lover a little
tighter, not being one to forget an affront easily "She just came over and
butted in. She'll have to intro herself."
"Oooo, baby you're just so butch." Bobbie giggled as she caressed the
hard look from her lover's face.
Cam stepped away from the reconciled lovers and approached the unknown woman,
while wondering if the woman had any idea how close she had come to being
seriously hurt.
"Well if I must do so myself then, dear lady may I introduce myself."
Cam asked and bowed turning on her well-known Cajun charm, she continued when
the fascinated blonde nodded, "My name is Camilla Theresa Brusard, but
please call me Cam."
Taking the offered hand, Cam bent and lightly kissed the blonde's palm, smiling
to herself when the woman didn't resist or pull away. Instead the tall blonde
smiled coyly and looked deep into the azure pools of Cam's eyes.
"My such Southern charm and grace in such an unlikely place." the
blonde said softly yet Cam heard every word clearly as the woman smiled sweetly
obviously taken with Cam. "I am Debra Charlton Stringer, but I would be
flattered if you would call me Deb, my chivalrous stranger and these are my
friends Gerry and Steph."
"Ladies, I am most honored to make your acquaintance." Cam continued
with a slightly triumphant smile, knowing that she had defused the situation
and was getting to know a fascinating woman in the bargain. "Please do me
the honor of joining me at my table, I'm sure my uncles would have no problem
making room for such charming company."
Offering her arm to Deb, who happily took it, Cam led the small party to her
table where Bounce had seen to it that drinks for Cam and her guests were
waiting for them. The night progressed nicely, but not long after Deb's two
companions plead fatigue and excused themselves. The intriguing blonde started
to rise and join them, but Cam persuaded her to stay, promising to personally see
Deb safely home. They said their good-byes and left the bar.
It wasn't long after that Cobra was leaving with the little red haired dancer,
Kat, draped all over him. Judging from the look on his face and the way she was
attacking his neck, their destination wasn't hard for Cam to guess.
As he was saying goodbye, Cam let him know she would be staying in town. They
maintained a small apartment above the bar, so that if they over indulged or
were just tired they didn't have to drive anywhere. She also gave the message
to Mountain when he took off with some of his friends, headed for his shop, Cam
noticed that Pam and Bobbie went with him.
Cam chuckled knowing that the iron worker was going to spend some time drooling
over the fully restored to stock Panhead, that Mountain was holding for her,
and Bobbie was wanting to visit her bike that was at the shop so Cam and
Mountain could change it over to belt drive.
Cam wasn't sure exactly when it happened but somehow, she was in the small
living room of the apartment, in the throes of a long intense sex act, that
began as they were climbing the stairs on the way up, and ended up covering
almost every room in the apartment.
Other than that it was an extremely pleasant blur until she woke up at noon,
the bright midday sun blasting into the room, she tried covering her eyes but
her head was still pounding. The up side was there was something soft, warm,
very comfortable and very nice curled up against her side. Also there was a
head covered with medium length platinum blonde silky soft hair laying on her
abdomen. All in all not a bad way to wake up Cam decided as she began
gently stroking Deb's hair.
Cam looked down and looked into a pair of beautiful brown eyes that were
looking sleepily back up at her.
"Hey babe, how ya' feel?" Cam asked quietly
"I feel great, I'd be perfect if not for this head ache." Deb quipped
and flinched at the volume of her own voice "Does the damn sun have to be
so bright?"
"That I can fix." Cam informed her suffering friend as she got out of
bed and went around closing all the blinds and curtains.
The pair spent the next four days there getting out of bed to order in food,
take nature breaks and to make some private phone calls so that no one would
send out search parties to disturb them. Deb also made calls to her office to
make sure her business was running smoothly.
When Cam tried to ask Deb what she did for a living, the blonde would become
evasive and divert the tall brunettes' attention, which wasn't really all that
hard.
Cam on the other hand was easily persuaded to talk about almost everything in
her life, for some reason she couldn't resist this woman who was fast becoming
a part of her life. The only thing she steadfastly refused to discuss was
family and their business.
No matter how infatuated, the young woman never forgot the first rule of her
family, never discuss their business with anyone outside the family. It was
during this time that Kreelcorp made their first run at the family's companies.
On the morning of the fifth day, Cam was awakened by the ringing of the
apartment's private phone. She leapt from the bed trying to answer the phone
before it's loud ringing woke her companion. Her valiant attempt was thwarted
when Deb's cell phone began ringing too.
Deb came awake instantly and answered it, as she began talking to her caller
Deb walked out of the room after giving Cam a sheepish grin and shrugged her
shoulders. Cam turned her attentions back to her own call. It was her Uncle
Mountain, he told her that she was urgently needed back at the farm.
He said that there was an emergency involving the business and her input was absolutely
needed. Not being one to ignore her family's call for help, Cam agreed to be
there as soon as she could and hung up.
Now all she had to do was figure out a way to leave without hurting her new
lover's feelings, or make her feel that Cam was giving her a brush off.
Her answer became easy when Deb returned to the room talking angrily on the
phone. She finished her conversation by slamming the phone shut and throwing
the offending object against the wall shattering the delicate device.
"Damn, I can't believe those incompetent idiots!" the blonde snarled
viciously "They can't get anything right."
"Problems babe?" Cam asked the agitated blonde "Can I
help?"
Deb looked over at her and blushed hotly embarrassed knowing that Cam had
witnessed her sudden loss of control.
"No hun, nothing too bad, I can fix it." she began she looked over at
her lover regret clouding her eyes, "but it means I have to go into the
office, so I guess I have to leave our little paradise. I don't know when I'll
be able to see you again and I really want to see you again. I don't want to
loose what we started here."
Cam pulled the now weeping woman into her arms and held her close, trying to
comfort her, with tender caresses.
"Look I have the same problem." Cam explained softly "That was
my office on the phone, and they need me. I'm not sure what the trouble is or
how long it will take me to fix it. I tell you what, I'll give you my card with
my private numbers and if I don't hear from you, than I'll meet you down stairs
tonight around nine. How's that? I don't want to loose you either."
The statuesque blonde agreed happily and after sharing another hug the two
women began searching for the clothing they hadn't seen in four days.
They parted company at the bottom of the stairs with one last bone crushing
hug. Both insufferably happy, knowing that they would see each other again that
night. For two very different reasons however.