Casey: A True Story - Part 1

Casey's story kicks off with Cameron rolling up on his bike at the biker club, Ashley on his arm. He chats up Rico about fixing the engine and scoring a vest. Rico says it's not handed out like candy, but tells Cameron to show up for the next ride. Cameron's pumped. Back in bed, Ashley climbs on top of him, ready to celebrate, until he pulls out a strap-on from the drawer. She freezes—thought they agreed that was off the table. He insists he liked it, but she shuts it down. He backs off, though the weight sits heavy on his chest. Days later, club president Chuck cancels the ride because of incoming weather. He likes what he sees in Cameron and tells him to swing by the clubhouse soon. Cameron hustles as a prospect—sweeping, washing, fetching—until the guys start respecting him. He asks if he can bring Ashley to the upcoming party. Chuck says fine, as long as Cameron works the door. Rebel gives him a sly grin and promises they'll take real good care of her. At home, Ashley gets excited until her eyelash gives her grief. Cameron fixes it like a pro. She leans in for a kiss, but he pulls away, too much to handle. She snaps—he's got time for biker errands but not for fucking her? He promises it won't always be like this. Later, he drops by Rebel's place and catches Rebel's girlfriend Lisa storming out after calling the cops. Cameron grabs Rebel's stash and slips out the back just before sirens hit. At the party, Ashley's bored until Rebel shows up. Cameron leaves them alone. Rebel offers a tour, and when they hit a back room, Ashley's grudge against Cameron cracks wide open—she lets Rebel fuck her. She walks out carrying another secret, while Cameron's holding onto secrets of his own.