Camp Jameson (9 page)

DAY THREE:

WEDNESDAY NIGHT

SEXY LINGERIE THEME
PARTY

I
t
was just after ice cream breakfast and after hurrying to class, I kept
fidgeting as Sienna kneaded my lower back.

“Aria, you have to relax. Stop
thinking and enjoy the 
massage,” Sienna insisted. I sat up taking the
sheet with me 
to cover my half naked body.

“I’m sorry. I’m nervous about
tonight. What if something happens and I’m not ready for it? What if I embarrass
myself?”

Sienna stepped around me and let
her hands fall to my shoulders. My eyes lifted to hers. “Look, I know you’re overwhelmed
but I promise you, you will have a good time tonight. You’re in the sexiest place
on earth with the sexiest men and women I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting
and Avery throws one hell of a party. So, don’t worry. Sara, Colt, and I have
your back. You’ll hang with us and we’ll break you in slowly,” Sienna smiled.

“Break me in to what?” I
stuttered. Horrible images of 
me chained to the wooden X with a
shirtless, dew-glistened Travis pacing around me like a lion, and me bound,
gagged, 
and tortured. That’s what came to the forefront of my mind. The
more my mind raced, the more my eyes widened.

Sienna noticed my mental freak
out and sighed. “Okay, poor choice of words. We will ease you into this slowly.
You set the pace, Aria. If a guy approaches you, just smile 
and tell him
you’re not ready. They’re just as nervous as you are. Trust me.” I nodded reluctantly
at her words.

“Speaking of guys. What kind of
classes do they have? 
What are their experiences here?” I asked.

“The Cubs go through something
similar to a mini boot camp where they exercise six days a week to help build
their stamina and make their bodies stronger. There’s cardio, weight training,
canoeing, kayaking and rock climbing. The more fit they are the better lovers
they will make in order to please their women.”

“So, no sex classes? They
workout the entire time they’re here?”

Sienna snickered. “Of course
they have their own sex classes. Their work out regimen takes up most of the morning.
But in the afternoon they get to indulge in the fun stuff. Their classes focus
on things like tantric breathing and how to properly give cunnilingus. Most of
them have come here to become better lovers and it’s our job to help them with
that.” I smiled crookedly up at her.

“Shall I go on?” Sienna asked. I
nodded. “There is a class that teaches proper technique on how to pleasure a woman
in every way imaginable. From touching, kissing, oral skills, sexual positions,
g-spot techniques, penetration of vaginal and anal, and care of her afterwards.
Some of the Cubs here are into BDSM and are in training to become a sub or dom.
Men are also very visual so Avery made it 
possible for the Cubs to watch
the Kittens in some classes like pole dancing.” I felt my body tense when I remembered
how the guys watched all of us during pole dancing class. “Okay, enough talk.
Time to relax,” Sienna urged.

Knowing I was still too wound up
to enjoy my class, Sienna gave me a half-hour massage and sent me on my way.

For my afternoon class, Sienna
helped me get more confident in walking in my platform shoes. At least my worries
of rolling my ankle were leaving me. It’s a real trick to stop walking heel to
toe and lead with the balls of my feet. I only wished they made chunkier heels
in these things, it would help me to balance. She gave up on showing me more
moves on the pole. My hands were too sweaty and I couldn’t concentrate on a single
move she tried to teach me.

The first Theme Party at the
Jameson Main Lodge was tonight. It was a sexy lingerie theme. The idea of
walking around half-naked in front of over 110 strangers was freaking me out.
Every time Sara had me convinced that I could handle it, I would look in the
mirror at what I had to wear and changed my mind. Sara layered me just to try
and make me feel more comfortable. I wore a sexy black sheer and silver sequin
dress that was ultra short. Underneath the mini dress, I wore a sexy
satin-and-chains padded underwire bra top and matching black satin bikini
panties with chain accents. It came with removable garters that held my black
fishnet hose followed by black shiny platform heels, which I still wished had a
chunkier heel. When it was time to go, Sara and Colt had me by each arm, dragging
me toward the Lodge.

When I walked into the massive
room and stood amongst the throng of people, I felt small. It was otherworldly.
The energy of the room was lively and filled with sexual suggestiveness. I was
a bundle of nerves. Colt was quick to deliver a cold beer to my trembling
hands. I fidgeted with the beer, trying to expel my anxiety as I picked at its
dew-ridden label. I was so overwhelmed. I didn’t know how to act except to down
the frosty drink and beg for another.
What was expected of me?
I
understood gymnastics – the pressure to perform, to nail each tumble and
each step with precision and grace. I understood running – the feel of my
feet hitting the ground at a steady pace on the asphalt or navigating through
wooded trails on the hot summer days that Ohio drops on us every year. I
often
took long runs in the summer just to clear my burdened thoughts that Nursing
school can leave burned in your psyche. But none of this I understood. Not the
vapid
sexuality or the rapid feelings I was starting to develop for Colt
or the fact that I couldn’t explore any of those feelings until camp was over.
If
I could even go through with it.
Nor the heated looks I was getting from
Sara because of either what I was doing with Colt or if she was into me. Sara
was bi, saying she liked the touch and feel of a woman every so often. But
she’s never tried it with me. I guess that’s a good thing because I’m not sure
how I would act in that situation.
Why was the music so loud in here?

My face reddened slightly as I
kept stealing peeks at the huge TV monitors that played porn scenes constantly.
The guy on screen was doing it with two women at once. My face broadened seeing
how well endowed that actor was. It was impressive how the woman took his
manhood so far inside her. I could sympathetically feel the pain she must have
felt in her cervix. I averted my eyes and smiled politely to those I passed by
as I made my way to the round table that accommodated ten people.

Colt quickly introduced Sienna’s
boyfriend Sean and Travis’s girlfriend Maya. I sighed inwardly then took a gulp
of my beer as I wondered if Travis ever whipped Maya the way he did Kaley this morning.
Sara grabbed my hand, stirring me out of my ponderence.

“Don’t worry. This will be fun.
You’ll see,” Sara said.

I was trying hard to hide my
nervousness, but it was useless. Sara could read me so easily. It was a gift, and
a curse. I smiled crookedly and glanced at all the tables that were filling up
with beauty queens and male models with hard bodies. So many were smiling,
beaming with excitement and here I sat trying to get the knot out of my throat.
More beer, please.
I downed the bottle and felt my shoulders relax.
Nice.
Colt had arrived with three more 
beers and set them in front of us.

“I thought our intake was
monitored,” I questioned. He winked to me. “Not tonight, ladies, not ever. Just
let me know and I’ll hook you up.”

I had never been so glad he had
all the hook ups. I was afraid that until I got used to all of this, I was
going to need a lot of liquid encouragement. I took a sip of my new bottle of
beer and promised to pace myself. ‘Temptation’ by Three Miles Out pulsed in the
background and I could feel my body relax.

I loved to dance. I loved music.
No one could judge me 
when I enveloped myself in the music. In the past,
I constantly forced myself to be the best that I could. It was ingrained in me
all my life by my strict parents. I reached for my necklace and realized I
hadn’t put my father’s military tags on this morning. My father always strived
for better. My gymnastics coach, too. Unfortunately, I learned that from them,
and often I was too hard on myself even if I didn’t want to admit it. My work
ethic took the fun out of life. I hadn’t found a balance yet. I was working on
it. That’s probably why I was drawn to Sara. She was so carefree and outgoing.
She was my balance. I respected her and I listened when she told me to relax,
to loosen up. I had to admit this camp was above and beyond the extreme. I was
totally swinging the pendulum in the opposite direction now.
Could I ever
get used to this lifestyle?

Avery took the stage and the
voices hushed around me.

“Welcome, everyone. Tonight,
being the first Theme Party, I have set beads on the tables in front of you. I usually
wait for Mardi Gras, but I thought it would help loosen everyone up. We have a
couple surprise prizes for the Kitten with the most beads at the end of
tonight, a complimentary body piercing or tattoo at the salon. So enjoy yourselves
and each other,” he grinned widely. “As a reminder, cell phones are banned when
naked bodies are present. Just so you can resist temptation, leave them in your
cabins from now on. For those of you that brought 
them, turn them off
now, and don’t let me hear that you’ve 
disregarded my instructions. I’d
hate for anyone to have to 
be forced to leave the camp during the first
week.” Avery scanned the crowd, watching as a handful of people turned off
their phones and tucked them away.

“Good. Use this time to get to
know one another. That’s what the parties are for,” he winked then turned on
his heel and walked off the stage. He carried himself with a confidence that
made it hard to take my eyes off him.

The dark-haired server, named
Molly, dressed in a black corset with a garter belt and black stockings came to
take our dinner order. As she walked away to place our order, I couldn’t help
but notice how graceful she was in her 
platform shoes. I listened to
Sara, Colt, Sienna, and her boyfriend, Sean, as they chatted to Maya and Travis
about how sexy the women were dressed as they passed by on their way to the
bar. Even in their half-dressed state, these women were upscale. I felt self-conscious
in my sheer mini dress and hoped no one could see this beer was kinda bloating
my tummy.
Was everyone as nervous as I was?
Sean 
passed around
some Jello shots and we downed those quickly.

“Did you see that Kennedy is
wearing Bordelle? She looks hot in the new collection,” Sienna said to Sara.
Who
was Bordelle? Was that a man or woman?

“Your line will be better. It’s
going to kick some serious ass. Don’t worry,” Sara replied. Sienna smiled her
heart-stopping smile and relaxed. Both Sienna and Sara were getting their
degrees in fashion and their shoptalk was way over my head.

After dinner, people were
stopping by to introduce themselves. Many people, actually. I lost track of how
many after my fourth or fifth beer and the Jello shots. I had lost count of
them, too.
So much for pacing myself.
This was turning into a good
night. I didn’t care about anything now. My mind was numb. So were my lips. I
smacked them together and smiled to myself.
If I could feel like this every
day, it was
going to be a great summer.

Sara looked over at me and
yelled… “DONKEY!”

I burst out laughing as the
others around the table joined in. Whenever Sara got me drunk, she would make
me do my Donkey impersonation from Shrek, which I supplied at her command by
clicking my tongue obnoxiously on the roof of my mouth. Everyone laughed. It
made me feel better.

I rose to my feet and steadied
myself.
Yep. I was drunk.
I set off to the restroom. Afterwards, I
didn’t feel like going back to the table so I made my way through the back
halls and went to explore the lodge.

In the main hallway, there were
several women with men in various states of undress. The men sat on one of the
long red velvet benches and the women were straddled across their laps and
grinding in the throes of passion. I looked away to give them a private moment
then I realized they were the ones out in the open and didn’t seem to mind if I
stared.

A dark-skinned man and his
friend, both in their forties, wearing a charcoal grey suit that probably cost
more than my tuition for a semester, both propositioned me. I did what Sienna
said to do. I smiled and politely declined. The taller man was named Griffin.
The other was Neil. They seemed nice enough.
Hey, I’m actually walking in
these heels…umm... anyway,
I tried not to stare at the porn playing on the
LCD televisions that played behind them. I moved down the hall and kept my eyes
down as three couples were going at it as I passed the group sex room.

I carried on my way through the
hallway and Tara and her husband, who she introduced as Jim, invited me to
accompany them in a room. Without waiting for my answer Jim grabbed my hand,
and followed by Tara, we entered the room. I was having trouble forming some of
my words and before I knew it, we were standing at the foot of the bed. Jim
pushed Tara and me together, ordering us to kiss. I inhaled sharply and stood
in shock as Tara nervously moved her mouth toward mine, then pressed her lips
timidly into mine.

For a second, I accepted her
lips into mine then quickly snapped back to reality and stepped back. By this
time, Jim had mostly undressed. Shocked and taken aback by how quickly this
happened, I graciously declined then turned towards the door and made a hasty
exit. I could see Jim was disappointed and hoped he wouldn’t take it out on
her. Tara was so nice. She didn’t need a man like that, but if anything, he
needed a dentist. He reminded me of Mr. Cunningham from Happy Days, only with
greasier hair and a fatter belly. He looked like he swallowed a small volleyball.
Everyone in camp was so much more physically sculpted than Jim and Tara. I
think they got in because of his wealth, because earlier Tara said he was a
doctor.