Camp Jameson (4 page)

n.
Sex toys:
Putting a condom on a sex toy provides better sexual hygiene and can help to
prevent transmission of STDs if the sex toy is shared, provided the condom is
replaced when used by a different partner. Some sex toys are made of porous
materials, and pores retain viruses and bacteria, which makes it necessary to
clean sex toys thoroughly, preferably with use of cleaners specifically for sex
toys. Glass sex toys are non-porous and more easily sterilized between uses.
All sex toys have to be properly cleaned after use.

Page 2: Some Sexual Helpful
Hints:

1.
Try talking dirty.
If you're too embarrassed, make sure you have the lights off, then try it. You
may find you love it!

2.
Get her or his
motor running.
Whisper or write sexy messages to your partner throughout
the day.

3.
Stop by the camp
boutique and buy new undies:
Bring your guy or girl with you and let
them pick some out for you.

4.
Break out the Sex
toys
.
Let your partner share a little of the vibrating action and
both will enjoy.

5.
Kittens strap on
your high heels
and give a sexy lap dance.

6.
Mix it up during
Sex.
Take a bath together as foreplay, change positions often
during sex, use lubrication.

7.
Share your
fantasies with each other
.
You may be surprised by what your
partner finds hot and sexy.

8.
Role-playing:
Role-playing may seem a bit awkward at first, but that's just because you
haven't tried it. It's the perfect addition to everyone's sex life.

9.
Bring on the kink
:
with some furry handcuffs. If you don't like being cuffed (or tied) to the bed,
have your partner strap them on and take control of the situation.

10.
Sweet treats:
We
all know how delicious chocolate and whipped cream is; why not take them to
bed? But get ready to get sticky. Remember you can shower off together,
afterwards.

I skimmed through the six-week
itinerary and endless pages of detailed descriptions of what each class
entailed. I wasn’t ready to dive in yet. I turned to the last page and found a
portrait of Avery grinning mischievously back at me. Below his half page photo
was an excerpt.

About Me - Avery Mathew
Jameson:

First things first: I believe
in keeping a professional distance with my guests. I don’t believe in rumors or
gossip. If you have a question about me just ask. Gossip will not be tolerated.
I am 26 years old. A Capricorn. Born January 3rd. I am 6’2”. I was born and
raised in Pennsylvania. I am the second of three children. I have two
husky-wolf mixed breed dogs named Bo and Luke. I love long walks off cliffs.
No, not suicide, bungee jumping. I live each day in the moment, and I want to
teach that to everyone I meet. Making the billionaire of the month club pleases
me. But what makes me happy is…well, even I don’t know because I am never
satisfied.

I turned off the bedside lamp
with only one thought in my mind.
What have I gotten myself into?

Week One:

DAY ONE:

MONDAY MORNING

MEET SIENNA

“
D
amn
you, Sara!” I seethed, in consternation at all the items I had sprawled out on
my bed. It was the next morning and I had just opened my second suitcase, the
one Sara had packed for me.

“You called?” Sara asked.

I didn’t have to look up to know
Sara was standing there grinning at me. I reached down for the shiny red
platform shoes and held them up to her. My face wore an expression of pure
distress.

“That goes with your sexy nurse
costume,” Sara said, as she reached into the suitcase and shuffled around the
clothing until she retrieved a very short red and white naughty costume. Then
she continued to rearrange the piles of dangerously revealing and sexual
clothing. “I bought all of these for you to help with your little adventure.”

I looked down to see fourteen
pairs of matching lacy bra and panty sets from Victoria’s Secret, one of every
color.

“This is the standard uniform.
You can wear whatever you want over them to class but when you are in class you
wear one of these, or nothing at all,” Sara giggled.

Besides my matching lacy
bra-and-panty-sets there were a pair of thigh high leather boots, Black Mary
Jane’s, 5 inch stilettos, a sexy Cinderella costume, a school girl costume, a
sexy Santa costume, corsets that were red, white, and black with red accents,
lace teddies, garter belts and an assortment of thigh high and knee high
stockings, some with the line up the back of the stocking.

“Am I really supposed to wear
all those?” I asked modestly.

“Didn’t you read the manual?”
Sara asked. I shook my head as she continued. “There are theme parties twice a
week. Everyone goes. I bought you this lacy shirt and latex boy shorts to wear
to the first party. But by night’s end, I’ll bet you’ll be wearing just your
panties,” she said.

I thanked her for bringing me a
more modest outfit for the first party but honestly, I didn’t see the
difference. All of it was too revealing. I wasn’t used to showing off so much
of my body. My face was as red as the platform shoes Sara gave me. The only
thing I was comfortable with was the boy shorts. I just wasn’t sure if I had
the ass for hotpants. I couldn’t look at the rest.

I moved the bra-and-panty-sets
to the top drawer of my dresser and thigh-high stockings to the second drawer.
Shirts and shorts in the remaining two drawers. Sara hung up the remaining
items and put the boots and heels in the bottom of my armoire. I hung my head
over the dresser and closed my eyes.
How the hell was I going to do this? I
wanted to leave but damn it, I couldn’t. The camp was in lockdown. Maybe I
could skip all of my classes and avoid all parties. Possibly, stay in my room
the whole time. I could volunteer in the kitchen. I grimaced as I thought of
kitchen duty. Working in the kitchen in a place this size would be awful. I
could just imagine cleaning cum off a dinner plate and mistaking it for
tapioca. I had to laugh at that. Why would somebody cum on a plate? But who
knows what kind of kinkiness they get into here? The thing that really scared
me was that soon I was going to find out…firsthand.

“Hey Aria, don’t stress too much
about it,” Sara said. “Colt and I will help you through the hard stuff.”

“The hard stuff? Like what?” My
voice cracked as I sat down hard on the edge of the bed unsure of myself.

Sara chuckled. “It’s hard to
pick the classes at first, when you’ve never really experienced anything like
this before. So, I will help you find something that will fit your preferences,
and your inexperience.”

“I don’t think I can do this.” I
shook my head at her.

“Don’t be afraid of the
unknown,” Sara said. “Colt will be a good instructor. He’s patient and very
knowledgeable. He’s taught me everything I know. Besides, Sienna can’t wait to
get to know you and she knows her way around a woman’s body and will help you
tap into sensations you never knew existed.” I fought to keep the blush from my
face as I thought of the endless sexual experiences that Sara and Colt shared
since they started dating. There was no other way to say it…Colt was a sexual
machine.

My eyes met hers as I studied
her sincerity and my face reddened a bit as I thought about how cute she looked
right now. “I’m not like you, Sara. It’s hard for me to open up to people, let
alone strangers. Now you expect me to have sex in front of them!” My voice was more
questioning than assured.

“Aria, don’t over-think this. You
know Colt well enough to know he won’t let anything bad happen to you, and
you’ll love Sienna, too. They can help you relieve your anxiety and show you
the pleasures of your body, pleasures that will blow your mind. Just give it a
chance. After we register for classes, you’ll have some time to sit and talk
with them. Nobody will force anything on you. They are very good at dealing
with people’s fear. You can go at your own speed. I’m betting by the end of the
first day, that you will see that you’re more than a little curious and will
probably want to know more. Just remember, we’re all here for the same reason,
so there’s no need to be shy. It’s everybody’s first day. No one is here to
judge you.”

“Colt isn’t going to be your
instructor?” I asked.

“No, because we’re dating, he’s
not allowed. I asked him to choose you as a student to help ease you into
this,” she said.

“Thanks. I think.” I was
wondering just what the instructors would say or do. Colt has almost seen me
naked a few times back at home. But now, Sara had practically set him up to see
me naked and who knows what else? I was embarrassed at the thought of someone I
know teaching me about sex and yet, it did kind of excite me to think about
Colt seeing me in those sexy outfits and teaching me about sex. I forced myself
to clear away my thoughts. They kept saying instructors weren’t allowed to have
sex with the guests but how can they really enforce that?

“You’re welcome,” Sara said.
“Now come, Kitten. We’ve put this off long enough. We need to get breakfast
then Colt’s taking us on a tour of camp and then it’s time to register for
classes.” I couldn’t suppress my giggle at Sara’s willfulness. As I walked with
her, I tried to convince myself that I would be fine, no matter what.

Breakfast took longer than usual
on this first morning. The lines were long as we waded through the crowd
staring at a very nice layout of breakfast food aptly named with bad sexually
suggestive puns. I opted for syrup soaked flapjack-offs while Sara chose the
French-kiss-toast. The thought of six weeks of bad sexual puns made me giggle,
but really, what else would you expect at sex camp. The staff kept muttering
the importance of carb-loading as they loaded our trays. Usually, I only ate
fruit and maybe a protein bar for breakfast, but these people take their sex
seriously saying we needed the calories.
I mean how much energy does it take
for a girl to just lie there? I know, it was a bad joke. Good thing nobody
could hear me think that.

As I looked around at my future
classmates, I could sense that I wasn’t the only one nervous about what today
would bring. I overheard one married couple that sat to our left. The husband
kept telling his wife to relax. She seemed much more nervous than me. She wore
a loose sweater that made her look very frumpy and jeans that clearly screamed,
“I’m the mother of a sixteen year old.” Her hair was gray halfway down to her
shoulders where it suddenly turned blonde.
Why wouldn’t you get it colored
before coming to camp?
I thought.
Have some pride, girl.
She wore
librarian glasses with a little nose that resembled a mockingbird. It was clear
this woman only liked to have sex one Sunday a month. She was so timid, like a
little squirrel trying to eat a nut from your hand. I actually started feeling
sorry for her husband until I heard him speak. Her husband kept scolding her as
others around them took turns staring. He was such an asshole. I heard him say
“Tara, we paid good money so you could learn how to fuck, so you’re going
through with it.” I wanted to smash his face into my flapjack-offs but I held
back, mostly because I didn’t want to end up peeling potatoes while serving
kitchen duty.

“You need to stop by the salon and
get a spray tan,” Sara said.

“Why?” I asked through a
mouthful of pancakes…I mean, flapjack-offs.

“Aria, you’re pale. The first
theme party is Wednesday. It’s the sexy lingerie party, and Saturday is the
leather and lace party. This is your first time in lingerie. We have to make
sure you look good for any potential suitors. So, you need to go tanning, get
your hair cut and get a mani-pedi.”

“I’m not a poodle you’re
entering in a dog show, ya know,” I giggled.

“We have a lot to do to get you
ready. The first two parties are important. People will be judging you. Seeing
if they want to have sex with you or not. Most of these people here could be
models, so you don’t want to be the only girl at camp who doesn’t get laid,”
Sara said.

“That’s not a bad thing,” I
said.

“Yes it is. Believe me. These
parties are going to blow you away,” Sara said. “How do you know so much?” I
asked.

“I read the fucking manual!” she
said. We both started giggling at ourselves.

After breakfast, Colt gave the
Kittens a tour of camp. “This is Prentice cabin,” Colt said, passing the light
two-story redwood cabin. It was long in length with a large wooden door and
lengthy darkened windows. “This building houses twenty-five pole dancing suites
and a large bar. Cocktails are free, Kittens, so drink to get loose,” he said
,
and then he continued
.
“Oh, before I forget, each room has a one-way
mirror so that anyone can watch from the hallway. We don’t want you being shy,”
he said. I sighed inwardly.

“On your left is the co-ed gym.
There’s a variety of exercise equipment like treadmills, ellipticals, rowing
machines, and weight benches. There is also a lap pool, boxing, and an array of
different exercise classes. See your manual for the specifics. Next to it is
the full service salon and spa. It also houses the camp store where you can
purchase your club wear and dancewear as well as extra accessories. Please take
advantage of it ladies, it’s important to make yourself beautiful for your
men.” I stole a glance over at the bird woman, Tara, just in time to see her
asshole husband nodding in approval at Colt’s misogynistic words. Sara caught
me staring and leaned into my ear to whisper. “I bet he likes to give her
Strawberry Shortcakes.”

“Strawberry Shortcakes?” I
asked.

“Yea, it’s where the man cums on
his wife’s face, and then he punches her in the face. The cum and blood mix like
red and white icing in the filling of a strawberry shortcake,” Sara said.

“Oh my god. You’re so rotten!” I
said, giggling, as Sara just laughed.

“Ladies, if you please,” Colt
admonished. My face turned red as I sunk into my shoulders. I felt like I was
back in grade school.

Next, Colt showed us Kit Kat
cabin. “The Kit Kat cabin houses a variety of classrooms, twenty rooms total
including the mechanical pancake swiveler and the feature hit of Kit Kat cabin,
the Sybian.” Colt wriggled his eyebrows and grinned widely at me. I had no idea
what a Sybian was, but Sara rode one once saying it was the best orgasm she
ever had, which was saying a lot because I heard quite a few of her orgasms
over the years, and if this Sybian was the best then that was really saying
something. The Kit Kat cabin was largely beautiful, also made of redwood, but
the darkened windows were normal size.

“Okay, moving on,” Colt
continued. “Up ahead is the Jameson Main Lodge. All of you were there last
night so I won’t spend too much time covering the main room. Except to say,
that this is where all the theme parties will take place, the closing
ceremonies are there also.

Before I knew it, I quickly
blurted out “Where does Avery stay?”

Colt glared at me mischievously,
“He’s not far, but I can’t disclose that information. It stops star-struck
guests from flocking to his doorstep,” he smirked as I narrowed my eyes at him.
He then held open the door to the Main Lodge for everyone. “Now, in you go.” We
all stepped into the entranceway lined with black walnut floors. He escorted us
to the long rectangular bar. “Alcoholic drinks are here to help everyone get
relaxed and open up. Do not get drunk and stupid. The bartenders and servers
will monitor your alcohol. Avery recommends no more than four. You want to
loosen up but don’t get sloppy. Shots, mixed drinks, beer, whatever you like,
it’s a full bar stocked with only top shelf liquor but they do keep some cheap
stuff under the bar if that’s your preference.”

“Okay, moving on. As you can
see, it has floor-length mirrors and three dance poles. So, feel free to let
yourself go.”
Why does he keep looking at me when he says stuff like that?

He continued, “The DJ booth is
on the far side of the dance floor up the steps to your left. He has all the
current music so make lots of requests.”

He pointed to the hallways. “On
either side of the bar you will have two main hallways. They are identical.
Bathrooms on the left and hot tubs are on your right. No lotion or drinks in
the hot tubs. Please, we can’t stress that enough. Lotion junks up the filters
so keep it clean people. This is a high-class place. A connecting hallway ties
each one together. On event night, it’s like a swingers club,” he said, then
turned and walked down the hall.
Swingers? I saw that movie. I love swing
music, it’s so 90’s and so Favreau.

“During the day, we sometimes
use these rooms as extra classrooms. 12 rooms downstairs, 12 upstairs. During
the parties, remember that there are 80 guests to accommodate so rooms do fill
up fast. Here, let me show you a room. Follow me. If you need service at any
time dial 7 on the phone beside the bed,” he said. The rooms were very nice
with lavender walls and hardwood floors. The beds were king size with extra
sheets and towels stacked high on the dresser.