The clothing adorning her figure was revealing, sure. Anyone would say that. She was a stripper. Yet she found some sort of passion from it. The way the pole allowed anyone's body to move along it.
She never actually did full on sex work. Her mindset was set only on dancing and pleasing the club-goers.
A stripper and a camp counselor.
What a joke
At least, that's what they said.
But you were the best one there. If you were to encounter a child in a fight, you wouldn't be making out or ignoring pre-teen ruckus.
you actually cared for them.
That's why you were there of course.
"Yes (your name) that would be awesome! Then we could do arts and crafts afterwards!"
He said, turning in your direction.
"Alright, but let's see if I can beat you!"
He looks at you, questioning what you meant.
You skipped a rock 3 times.
He stared in awe.
"I wanna try!"
"OK here."
You giggled
He picked up a rock. Slim, narrow and long. Perfect for skipping.
You gave him a curt nod, knowing he needed assistance.
You stood behind his small frame and held his hand as you skipped it for him
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"Ready or not, here I come!"
I exclaim, trudging through this thick wooded area.
Us counselors were playing hide and seek and I even made a friend here!
But besides that, I got a text from my other friend, Laurie. It was a picture. A very. Bad. Picture.
My face turned red. Casey just had sex with my boyfriend.
Was it because I said I wasn't ready for sex yet?
That I didn't want to do that here?
This isn't my goddamn fault. It's his.
I didn't want to go there and he didn't wanna handle the truth.
I decided not to waste my anger, and to just go to my cabin (you have your own since there was an odd number of camp staff)
Everyone else already ditched me for spin the bottle.
She's here my boy. She's returned. Bring her home. Protect her. Do it for your mama. Be a good boy and do it for me.~
