Ryan picked up another log and tossed it onto the campfire. It landed with a muffled whumph, kicking up a shower of embers that spiraled into the starry night sky.

A companionable silence filled the clearing, broken only by the crackle of the fire and the occasional hoot of a distant owl.

He let out a contented sigh.

What a perfect night, he thought. This is the life.

"Aaargh!" Syd suddenly shouted. Tipping back in her camp chair, she melodramatically pulled at her hair and kicked her feet. "I can't take this anymore! Stupid Zorvax! What are they waiting for?"

"The longer it takes them to get their act together, the better it is for us."

Amy, seated on the other side of the fire ring, didn't look up from her effort to spear a marshmallow onto the forked end of the stick balanced across her lap. The rock in front of her was already splattered with the failed remains of several previous attempts.

"Amy's right," Ryan agreed. "We've been putting all this extra time they gave us to good use. I'm not sure why they still haven't attacked, but I'm not going to complain about it, either."

"Of course you aren't," Syd snapped. "You're totally into this primitive caveman wilderness survival stuff. I'm not cut out for this life!"

"I think you're doing just fine –"

"I am NOT doing just fine! I'm about to lose my fucking –"

"Syd!"

"Oh, excuuuse me. I'm about to lose my FREAKING mind here!" Standing, she began to pace back and forth, waving her arms animatedly. "The cell reception out here is crap. I'm behind on all my shows. It's been a week since I last did a stream, and the algorithm HATES that!" She lunged forward, grabbing Ryan by the shoulders, and began to shake him. "My channel is DYING, Ry!"

"Hey, hey, take it easy." Placing a steadying hand over the top of hers, he stilled her. "I know this has been a lot to ask of you, but it's just a temporary situation... and it's for a good cause."

Syd let out a petulant whine, then slumped bonelessly against him.

"I get it," she grumbled into his ear. "Really, I do. But it's hard, Ryan." One of her hands dropped away from his. It drifted downward as she spoke, gliding over his torso before slipping under the waistband of his pants. "Hmm, and it's getting harder." The tip of her fingernails brushed against a sensitive area, making him shiver. "I'm tired of waiting. You must be, too."

"We've talked about this, Syd," he muttered in a strained voice.

Taking her by the wrist, he moved her fingers back into safer territory.

As the camping trip dragged on, she'd been testing his self-control more and more aggressively, but usually she waited until they were alone.

"I already told you that I don't care."

"And I already told you that I do. The Zorvax could show up at any minute, so we've got to stay close to the campsite... and there's no privacy here, you know that as well as I do."

"If you just explained everything to Amy, like you said you would –"

"I'm going to!" An uncomfortable pause. "...when the time is right. But right now, we can't afford any... drama."

A loud yawn interrupted their whispered conversation.

"Well, I think I'm going to call it a night," Amy said to no one in particular.

Standing, she stretched, the firelight illuminating a tantalizing glimpse of her toned midriff, then turned away from them.

"Make sure you put the fire out before you go to bed," she added, speaking over her shoulder, then made her way over to the tent that she and Syd were sharing.

Did her voice get weird when she said go to bed? Ryan wondered. Or am I imagining things?

A moment later, his attention was diverted back to Syd. Her position had shifted, from leaning against him to draped across his lap. She rested her head on his good shoulder, which placed her lips beside his ear.

"I'm done waiting," she growled, her tone low and heavy with need. "Tonight, I've got something I want to show you. You just go back to your tent and make sure you don't fall asleep. I'll take care of Amy."

***

"Knock, knock."

The soft voice from outside the jolted him back to reality.

"Come in," Ryan whispered back, playing along despite his mixed feelings on the matter.

After some soul-searching, he'd finally decided to trust Syd. She'd promised that she would take care of things. Yes, she was impulsive, and rude, but he didn't think she would do anything to hurt Amy.

He believed in her.

Besides, this is something that I want as much as she seems to... at least as much. Maybe more. These last few days have been torture.

The tent flap unzipped slowly, deliberately, and then her shadowy figure slipped inside.

He blinked in confusion. Of all things, she was dressed in a long raincoat, buttoned to the neck and with the hood up.

"...aren't you hot in that?" he asked.

"Why yes, Ryan, I am hot. Thank you for noticing," she replied with a smug grin, running her hands over the baggy yellow rubber garment in a suggestive manner. "But this isn't what I wanted to show you – just something that I threw on to avoid spoiling the surprise."

Ryan raised an eyebrow. Before he could question her choice of clothing any further, however, she ran a hand down the front, undoing the snaps. With a movement that he was certain she must have practiced, she shrugged her shoulders back, allowing the jacket to fall to the ground.

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Beneath, she was wearing... less.

Far less.

A black fishnet bodysuit stretched from Syd's neck to her ankles, doing absolutely nothing to hide the slender curves of her pale body. She stood in a towering pair of pink stiletto heels, her throat encircled by a leather collar in the same shade. The neckband's gleaming silver ring drew his gaze down to the similarly-glittering studs that pierced her stiff pink nipples. To complete the ensemble, a plastic headband was nestled into her mane of black-and-blue curls, topped by a pair of... fuzzy pink cat ears.

"I told you I was going to give you that fashion show, didn't I? Well, here's the first outfit."

She struck a pose with one arm raised, bent at the wrist and elbow, and waved her hand towards him like a paw.

"Nyaaan," she purred. "Do you like it?"

"I..." He swallowed, cleared his throat. It was difficult to keep his gaze focused on her face. "I can't believe you took that with you on a camping trip. How did you even –"

"Ah-ah-ah," she chided him. "Boring practical Ryan isn't invited to the show." She moved closer. "I asked if you liked it."

Syd rolled her hips as she approached, an exaggerated swaying motion that would have looked ridiculous under any other circumstances. In the quiet night, under the warm half-light cast by the hanging camp lantern, however...

The tent was a little cramped for two, especially if one of them was the size of Ryan. Closing the distance between them was a matter of a few steps, and then they were face-to-face.

"Well?"

"You're gorgeous, Syd."

Ryan pushed himself up from the bedroll. Placing a hand lightly on his chest, she stopped him from rising, indicating without words that she wanted him to remain seated.

Smiling, she backed away with another swivel of her hips, then spun on her heel. Throwing him a sultry glance over her shoulder, she bent forward at the waist. Her legs parted as she leaned over, giving him a brief glimpse of her bare sex before she turned back around.

While he'd never actually been to a strip club before, he'd seen them on TV enough times to understand what Syd was going for, and to appreciate the effort put into the performance. It was abundantly clear that she must have practiced for this.

In those shoes, he thought, it was incredible that she could even manage to walk. And she was doing a lot more than just walking.

Syd lifted one leg, allowing the light to play across the fine lines of her taut calf, then brought it down, planting the high heel beside his thigh. A beat passed, and she repeated the motion on his other side. Now straddling him, she bent her knees with agonizing slowness, gradually dropping her waist closer and closer to his.

The rule when getting a lap dance, he knew, was that you weren't allowed to touch the girl. She could touch you as much as she wanted, but you had to keep your hands to yourself.

Following that rule was already putting his self-control to the test.

Her crotch brushed lightly against the rising bulge that strained to escape from his pants. He clenched the bedroll beneath his fists to keep them occupied. Every instinct was screaming at him to grab her hips, to pull her onto him... to take her, make her his.

So far, he'd been able to resist the temptation, but as she continued to grind herself against him, his restraint was rapidly fraying.

And, judging from the smug set of her purple lips, she knew it, too.

Neither of them said anything, but at some point, it had clearly turned into a game. An impromptu contest between them. Syd did doing everything in her power to make him lose control, and he was trying his hardest to withstand her temptations.

Their breathing grew ragged as she continued to press herself against him. Her nipples grazed across his chest, the cool metal points of her piercings raising a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Fingers swept across his shoulders and down his arms. She ground into his lap.

After what felt like a lifetime of torture, she kissed him.

As in so many other areas, a detached part of his mind noted, her kissing proficiency had improved greatly under his tuition.

Her lips opened, and his tongue met hers.

The last strand of his resolve broke. Ryan's arms came up. One wrapped her shoulders, while the other reached around her waist to grab a handful of her firm butt. With a growl, he crushed her against him.

Syd groaned, instantly relaxing into his grip. Her hips shifted, sliding his fingers between her legs, and she exhaled again, louder, making it clear what she wanted him to do with that hand.

Trying to work his fingertips in between the weave of the mesh stymied him at first. Impatiently, he ripped through the thin fabric barrier, individual strands parting with little popping sounds.

Her entrance was slick and hot to the touch. Probing gingerly, he was rewarded with a moan of pleasure. Encouraged by her response, he rubbed her outer lips, gliding up and down, then slid a digit between them. Wet fingers found her folds, parted them, and nuzzled against the nub at her apex.

"Hnn," she hummed, pushing herself down in an attempt to shove him deeper inside her. "Fuck. Yes. Fuck me. Oh, shit, that's good." He started moving in a circular motion, and she let out a squeak. "Oh! Keep doing that!"

"Quiet," he warned her, without slowing down. "We don't want to wake Amy."

"It's... oooh! It's fine..." she panted. "I took care... oh, fuck! I... took care of it. Don't... worry."

He wondered what exactly that meant, but in the moment, it seemed like a distant, secondary concern. The needy woman grinding herself against him demanded all of his attention.

Pulling herself back up onto her knees, Syd pushed against his chest, and he allowed himself to be laid flat on his back. She straddled him awkwardly, and Ryan reached out, grabbing her hips to help stabilize her.

She gave him a nod of thanks before reaching down between them.

Holding him in place, Syd slowly lowered herself onto him. The sight of his cockhead pushing her open was instantly burned into his memory. Velvet pressure slowly, gradually enveloped him. Gasping, moaning, and even whimpering, she slowly eased herself down onto him, one inch at a time.

Wet as she was, Syd was incredibly, crushingly tight. She only managed to take about half his length before her descent was brought to an abrupt halt. Eyes narrowed with effort, she arched her back until he nearly slipped out, then slammed her hips back down.

"Holy shit," she wheezed. "Okay, I can do this."

"Syd..."

Slowly, carefully, she pushed herself back up and down, working herself into a rhythm. Gradually, the pinched expression on her face relaxed.

Bouncing up and down, she began to speed up. Her head lolled back as her climax neared.

"Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck, yes!"

Even with the repeated reassurance that she'd (somehow) taken care of Amy, the steadily-increasing pitch and volume of Syd's outbursts were starting to worry him.

A bit desperate, and lacking any better ideas in the heat of the moment, he reached up and grabbed her by the ring on her collar.

She went wild.

Although she didn't scream, the sudden spasms of her hips made the whole tent rock and shudder. Both of her hands clutched onto his arm, raking at the skin like she was some sort of a cat. The rolling motion abruptly lurched as she climaxed, jerking forward sharply once, twice, and then again.

The sudden increase in pressure when she clenched down set him off, as well, and they finished together, shuddering and bucking against one another in shared ecstasy.

Strength seemed to leave the girl, and she flattened herself to his chest, making sounds of muted, tired pleasure.

In the far corner of the tent, Ryan's phone let out a loud, repeating beep.

"Fuck. Is that what I think it is?" Syd asked.

He nodded.

"Fuck! Fuckity fuck fuck... fuck! They wait all this time, and then decide to show up NOW? You've gotta be fucking kidding me!"

"No time to complain," he told her, hurriedly pulling on his discarded pants. "Get dressed. I'm going to let Amy know what's going on."

Ryan unzipped the tent flap and rushed out, very nearly bowling Amy over.

"Oh, good, you're already awake," he said. "But why were you – nevermind. The motion detector on one of the trail cams just went off. We've got company!"