Camp Jameson
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“No, but that doesn’t surprise me. I’m thinking that you picked up a few tricks from him over the years,” I whispered.
“Why are you whispering?” she said loudly, startling me and causing me to jump as she kept moving to undo the second screw.
I fanned my hand out to the empty and dimly lit salon, showing her that I thought we should be quiet and not chatting as if we were browsing through a shopping mall.
“No one’s here. Stop worrying,” she pressed. “Anyways, my cousin used to take me on some of his house calls when he babysat me and I used to help him. That’s how I got pretty handy with tools,” Sara said, moving to the bottom of the panel. I watched as Sara unscrewed the bottom two screws and stood.
“Help me with this panel,” she said.
I went to the other side and helped her lift it away and set it down against the nearby wall. She reached over for the large wrench.
“Pipe wrench, the best tool a plumber can have,” she said with humor in her eyes. She was having fun with this and I was freaking out inside. I saw a shadow dance on the wall beside us and I jumped. My eyes focused on it a little more and I realized it was just the wind blowing a nearby tree.
“So,” she said placing the wrench on one of the fittings and went back to her work. I still didn’t know what she was planning to do. And I was sad to say I had lost my buzz.
“When you need to unfasten any fixture you use this tool,” she added.
I stayed silent watching her turn a valve to the off position. Then she made quick work of untightening a long metallic flex hose with brass fittings.
“Hand me that container from my backpack, would you?”
I reached inside the backpack, brought out a large cylindrical tube, and handed it over to her. She poured the entire contents into a copper reservoir at the back of a large tank and put the pipe back together.
My eyes widened in curiosity of what Sara was planning. Holy shit. I ducked when I heard the sound of a key being turned in the front door and a flirty giggle echo across the cabin’s hardwood floors. I grabbed Sara and we knelt behind the booth. Our dresses might as well have been a flashing gold and silver neon sign the way we were sparkling from the sliver of white light that danced through a small window on the side of the cabin.
Two voices, one male and one female, delicately danced across the cabin to our hiding ears. All I could think about was Sara and I peeling potatoes and shoveling more horse dung when we got busted in here. I decided I’d give myself up, hopefully causing a distraction enough for Sara to get out. When I went to stand up, I felt Sara’s hand on my skirt yanking me down hard on my ass.
“Oww,” I whispered. “What did you do that for?”
“I’m keeping you from getting both of us busted you dumb ass. Now don’t move,” Sara said, leaning over to get a glimpse of who came in.
“I’ve wanted to fuck in here since I’ve got to camp,” the female said. “I fantasize about it all the time while I’m here at work,” she purred in the male’s ear.
“All right, baby,” he shrugged. “Just tell me, when are you going to put that beautiful mouth on me?”
“Wait a minute,” I whispered to Sara. “That fucking asshole used the same line on me?”
“Who?” Sara whispered back.
“I’ll show you who.” But as I went to stand up, I felt Sara’s hand grab me and yank me hard on my ass again.
“Oww,” I barked. “Quit doing that. You’re gonna bruise me.”
“Then quit acting like a dumbass,” she repeated. “Who is it?” she whispered again.
“Ethan,” I whispered through clenched teeth.
“Oh my,” she said, with concern in her eyes.
We knelt there while the couple made out for what seemed like an eternity. Every time they went to move to a booth they started back up again and didn’t make any forward progress. Sara would go to stand up then have to fall back down.
“Shit. I wished they’d hurry up already,” I whispered.
“Let’s go get into Booth 3,” the female voice said.
Fuck. Damn. We were about to get caught.
The female’s back was to us as they kissed and tongued their way toward the booth, knocking over bottles of tanning lotion and smacking into the counter. At one point, he was dry humping her on one side of the counter, jarring it into Sara and me, dropping flowery smelling lotions and bronzers on our heads. They would press harder on one side of the counter and as it would start to tip, Sara would brace it and push it back up, and then they did it again…and then again, holy baby Jesus.
Finally, they stood back up as Sara and I nearly lost our grip on the counter a couple of times. The couple slowly sidestepped backwards while they kissed, heading back to their rendezvous.
As they passed the counter we were crouching behind, my eyes locked on to Ethan’s even as his tongue was tickling her tonsils. He froze, trying to take in what the hell we were doing there. Sara and I both just shrugged cutely. I mean, what are you gonna do?
My consternation was evident on my face as I visually scolded him with my eyes for using the same pick up line on me. He stood there shocked as her tongue took its turn invading his mouth. I held my finger to my mouth to shush him and he nodded, moving her head in unison with his. He tightened his arms around the woman to keep her from turning toward us and he kissed her hard on the mouth.
“First, I want you to suck me off then I will take you anyway you want me to,” he said, lowering her to her knees. Oh really, I thought.
She giggled in excitement and unzipped him. His breath caught when her lips made contact and his head tilted back. He seemed caught up in the moment for a minute then he motioned with his chin for us to hurry up and go. He kept his hands on the sides of her face so she couldn’t see us. Ethan groaned loud as we set the metal back up against the back of the booth. Nice way to cover Ethan, you asshole, I thought, as Sara made quick work on tightening the screws.
I felt like I was watching a tennis match. I kept looking back and forth between the woman and Sara. But then I stopped for a moment, to watch the woman pleasuring Ethan. And then my eyes fell on his. His eyes locked onto me and I could see what he really wanted even in the dim hallway. He still wanted me. What a player.
He was seducing me with his eyes while getting a blowjob. I admit, it was kinda hot.
I clenched my legs together, remembering that delicious night we shared together. He just shrugged his shoulders as if this was all perfectly natural. I gulped as Sara gripped my hand and dragged me up, tiptoeing down the hallway. I looked back to Ethan and mouthed politely ‘Thank you’. Sara turned back toward him and mouthed, ‘Lock this’ and he nodded and waved us to get going.
As we stepped out of the spa, I heard Ethan’s command, “Come on Bridgett. Let’s fuck, baby.”
I didn’t hear her answer but she was always too polite to talk with her mouth full.
We barely made it three steps before we erupted in giggles. We both managed to run to our cabin. Even in our stilettos we could still haul ass when we needed to. Sara and I landed on my bed and broke out in another fit of giggles. Sara wouldn’t tell me what she put in the machine. She said I had to wait and find out with everyone else. I laughed even harder. It was like Christmas for the underappreciated.
DAY THIRTY-NINE:
THURSDAY AFTERNOON CAMP OLYMPICS DAY 1
POLE DANCING COMPETITION
The entire camp was buzzing about the Camp Olympics today. I slept well for the first time since getting to camp. Maybe because, as far as I was concerned, this was like Christmas morning and I would get Sara’s present sometime today when I finally got to see Caitlyn.
Everyone at breakfast was chatting about the games and predictably, most of the guys were complaining that they weren’t eligible for the trip to Hawaii. It was only for the Kittens. It was always about the Kittens but the Cubs were eligible to win some very nice cash prizes for their events. The men’s competition had events like ba
sketball, beach volleyball, canoe races, kayak races, logrolling, and a 10k trail run. The games were held in all different areas of the camp. Banners were strung throughout the camp showing that the winning Kitten would win a trip to Hawaii and sidebars were set up everywhere as the drinking rules were relaxed, since these were the last days of camp. Avery definitely wanted everyone to have a great time during the games. You could tell he was planning a truly fantastic finale to our time at camp.
The first event of the afternoon was the pole-dancing contest. Sara and I made our way around the back of the Main Lodge to the big stage where a tall brass dancing pole stood about mid-center and a judge’s table was out in front surrounded by a large horseshoe of bleachers that spanned either side. It looked like a small football stadium.
I suppose by this time in camp we weren’t supposed to get nervous performing in front of so many voyeurs but then just like everything else, voyeurism had its own place here at camp as so many people loved to watch the fun live. There were six of us entered in this event. We were all finalists from the previous rounds. The crowd filed in for a small opening ceremony to wet everyone’s appetite for what they came here for, to see the women dance. Almost everyone at camp was here except for one person who was noticeably absent. Damn, I wished she’d get here so I could see my present.
The air was dry today and overcast with the temperature coming in around eighty-two degrees. It was very comfortable.
Avery took the stage and walked up to a podium that was set up on the far side from where they seated us contestants. “Attention, is this thing on?” he said tapping on the microphone. “Testing…. testing…1...2…3…4…ssss…syphilliss…ssssyphillis,” he chuckled. “Check...check.” His voice crackled but then the soundman quickly dialed him in. Like everything he did, Avery brought in a massive stage set up with expensive lights and a large aluminum truss that outlined the stage in a giant rectangle.
“Hello everyone and welcome to the Camp Jameson Olympic games.” The crowd cheered. “Today we begin the greatest of all parties. For the next three days, we will cheer for those who strive for excellence in victory, and praise those who fall to the agony of defeat. Some will distinguish themselves as they rise to the challenge and ascend to the victor’s podium and others will fail to obscurity. But to all who enter these brave contests, let me just say, you can’t win if you don’t play. So let’s get this fucking party started!”
The crowd went ballistic, standing and cheering loudly as Avery jumped down off the stage and was handed a drink by Pierce. The place was going bat-shit crazy at his speech and it left me wondering who was this Avery, who finally decided to live a little himself. I bet real money that he had whiskey in that cup.
Tara was called to the stage as the judges took their places at the center table. Everyone was toasting and drinking shots that they picked up at one of the two bars that were set up on the opposite sides of the event. Tara put her request in for music and headed toward the pole. I could see her husband Jim beaming up at her. She gave him a sultry look and took hold of the pole. Tara’s hair was longer and silky. Her makeup and manicure were nicely done. She wore a rainbow rhumba bikini top with the Camp Jameson logo embroidered in dark green over the left chest and a colorful techno skirt to match. She was beautiful and glowing. This place had really changed her. She was a swan. And most importantly, she looked happy.
Three Miles Out began to play the song ‘If I Didn’t Have Eyes’ as Tara shook her ass on the pole. A part of me wondered if my routine was good enough. She twisted and churned in a seductive dance on the pole. She finished her routine by kicking her legs out and climbing the pole, showing her arm strength. The large crowd cheered and whistled as Tara dismounted, held her arms up high and waved at the crowd. She then jumped off the stage and ran into her husband’s arms and he twirled her around and kissed her deeply.
Ivy strutted her stuff in black side tie shorts and a red lace wrap top, with the Jameson logo, exposing her well-defined breasts. Kennedy took to the stage, after her, in a gold shimmery halter-top and matching boy shorts.
Amber followed next on the stage in pink tie front top and matching string bikini. Each girl danced her heart out and rocked the place. Each outfit had the Camp Jameson logo to reveal who were participants of the games.
I was getting nervous about going last. Then Becca blew everyone away with her badass black leather front closed corset and fantastic routine. These women were serious about winning and showed they’d been practicing.
Then my name was called, and the crowd seemed to have enlarged – if that was even possible. I made my way to the DJ booth and requested ‘Pony’ by Far then stepped center stage. Why was I so nervous?
Sienna had been privately coaching me, and until a second ago, I was confident I had a good routine. I looked down at Avery. His hair was tousled in just that way that made me want to run my fingers through it. His nose was perfect and his square jaw had a day old shadow. I forced myself to look away because thoughts of Avery wouldn’t help my concentration.
I nodded to Sienna and she whispered to Rodriguez. He lowered a lever beside the stage and the floor rotated so that a second pole rose from the floor. The crowd mumbled their confusion. I felt the bass of the music pulse beneath my feet and I began swaying my hips. I had to do something extreme here. I couldn’t do just the same old basic moves that we learned in class. I had to take it one step further in order to win this so Sienna and I came up with the two pole mcgillicutty.
I started with a barbed wire move Sienna taught me. I placed my hands on each end of the pole facing outward then lifted myself up and bent my body sideways around the pole. I held it there for a moment, and then dropped down to curve my feet around the pole and used gravity to spin myself around. I could honestly say that I liked the rush it gave me when I was floating around the pole. I dipped down, turned around and shot my ass in the air at everyone watching. I caressed my behind, arched my back, and then resumed into a standing position. I shimmied a little then skimmed my hands down my body.
My hair was pulled back into a long ponytail today. I chose to wear a black and white checkered halter-top with the dark green Camp Jameson logo, black mini skirt, black thigh highs, and black platform shoes today. I put extra grips on the bottoms of my shoes because I would need them for some of the moves I was planning.
I twisted around and anchored myself to the pole by bending my knee and flexing my foot around the pole. I pushed my leg up as high as I could and reached up high above my head to grab the pole with both hands. With my elbows bent, I pushed up with my legs and pulled myself up onto the pole, then gripped with my legs and extended my lower leg out. I released one of my hands and slid down the pole until my feet were planted firmly on the pole midway down then I kicked off the pole and I quickly turned into a back hook spin and twisted around. I spun around like a fireman then stepped to the floor. I did a few more spins around it, trying to build up the confidence to pull off my next move. I crawled up the pole and hung from one arm as I spun around building momentum, then when I was going fast enough I positioned my legs until my feet met the pole and I pushed off and leaped to the other pole. I flew through the air until my hands met brass then and I clung to it like a monkey and pushed the air that I had been holding from my lungs.
The crowd roared as I looped my left arm around to hold myself then twisted downward in a somersault and held myself mid-air. I locked my leg around it and held myself with my leg and only one hand. The music was blasting through the speakers. The lights were mesmerizing and a part of me got swept away in my performance. I slid down the pole and let my feet touch the ground. I did another lift onto the pole then with all my upper body strength I flexed my arms and pulled myself up to the top. I pushed my right leg out to the side and pointed my toes. Holding myself up with both hands, I twisted so that I could kick my legs out into a scissor kick then tightened my legs around the top of the pole. When I felt secure, I let my hands go and leaned backw
ards on the pole and squeezed my legs to hold me upside down. I could feel the brass pole behind me as I let my hands fall over my head, arched my back, and reached back to the pole. I thought of it as the balance beam – it wasn’t much different.
As my hands made contact with the brass, I let my legs go and did a back flip. I felt exhilarated as my feet landed firmly on the floor. I righted myself then snaked my ribcage and breasts against the pole. I jumped upward and latched on to the pole while I spun around, found my footing, and pushed off. I soared through the air then I reached out for the other pole and tightened my grip as my hands came in contact with it. I dangled from my right arm and pulled my body in against the pole. I crawled up the pole like I was walking up it. I held the pole tightly and pulled my legs above my head then wrapped my legs around it and let my hands go. I trailed my fingers and palms down the sides of my body, gyrated my pelvis and dipped into the pole as the artist ‘Far’ urged me to ride his pony. I let my hands trail down both my breasts, my navel, then I dipped my fingers into the sides of my barely there skirt. I pulled it away from my skin to tease him. I shimmied and rolled my body while I still hung upside down and my legs held me tightly. I reached upward, gripped the pole, and kicked off and somersaulted back to the other pole. I let my hands loosen so that I could spin around softly and descend in a gentle spin to the floor.
As the song neared the end, I leaned back to find the pole, and bucked downward, spreading my knees in the process. As I slid down the pole to my knees with the bar pressed against my back, I looked up at Avery while licking my lips and trailing my hands up my legs. Then I shimmied back up the pole one last time, and scissored my legs in the air, anchored myself, and pushed off to the other pole, then braced myself upward with my arms, and then back flipped to the floor.
The song ended and I could hear the crowd erupt all around me. I rose slowly as I heard Sara cheering for me. But the heated look in Avery’s eyes was the only thing holding my attention. Sara jumped up to the stage and broke our gaze.