A turn for the nurse

"What do you mean you can't find a big towel?" asked Brooke, still wet and naked after her encounter with Margaret Booth.

Montana just shrugged and said, "I just can't. Apparently all that Margaret left behind were these teeny-weeny washcloths. I suppose if you put enough of them together, they might --"

"Oh, forget it!" cried Brooke.

Brooke Thompson was upset. It was bad enough that her new boss Margaret Booth had **** her to get naked, but now that she was gone, Brooke couldn't find anything to cover herself with. On the plus side, Brooke did manage to get the shower shut off but she really did not like the prospect of having to air dry her naked body due to lack of towels. Especially since her stomach was starting to rumble and remind her that she hadn't had breakfast yet.

Oh, well, Brooke thought. At least I could always put my old clothes back on.

Then she looked around.

"What happened to my clothes, Montana?" Brooke asked.

"How should I know?" asked Montana.

"They were just over there a few minutes ago," said Brooke. "Just before Margaret started my shower."

"Well, I guess Margaret took them with her when she left," said Montana.

"Really?!" cried Brooke.

"Hey, don't yell at me, Major Hottie," said Montana. "I didn't take your clothes."

"Well, what am I going to do now?" asked Brooke. "I can't go naked for the rest of the day."

"Hey, don't knock something till you tried it," said Montana.

"But, Montana --"

"Oh, I'm hungry, Brooke," said Montana. "Can't we sort this out after breakfast?"

"You expect me -- to go naked -- to breakfast?" asked Brooke.

"Geez," said Montana. "It's not like I'm asking you to go naked in front of strangers. I mean, we're all girls here. And besides, me and the other counselors have already seen what you look like naked, Brooke. And contrary to anything Margaret might have told you, you really have nothing to complain about in that department."

Brooke blushed and said, "That's all very nice, Montana, but still --"

"Hey, who the heck are you?" said a strange voice at the door of the shower room.

Brooke and Montana turned and saw a young black woman in an old-fashioned nurse's uniform standing at the door of the shower room.

"Who are you?" asked Montana.

The woman in the nurse's uniform pointed to her name-tag and said, "I'm Rita, of course. I'm the new camp nurse. And you are?"

"I'm Montana, one of the camp counselors," said Montana. "And this is my good friend Brooke."

"Oh, I see," said the woman who called herself Rita. "So Brooke is a life model for one of the camp art classes."

"No, actually, I'm a camp counselor too," said Brooke.

The woman who called herself Rita laughed. "You? A camp counselor? In this camp? Have you met the camp owner yet? Geez, you are in for a treat."

"Hey, I got an idea," said Montana. "Why don't you help Major Hot -- er -- Brooke here find some clothes to put on? I think there's some in that storage unit over there."

"Oh, you don't want to go into that storage unit," said the woman who called herself Rita. "But don't worry. I'll help your friend find some clothes."

"Thanks," said Brooke. "Any help you can give me would be greatly appreciated."

The woman in the nurse's uniform just smiled at Brooke and then gave her a quick glance up and down her body. "My pleasure. I get the feeling you're going to be very helpful to me too. Very helpful."

And for some reason, the way Rita kept saying that while staring at Brooke's naked body made Brooke feel a bit uneasy.

But then Brooke told herself that Rita was a nurse. And nurses were used to looking at naked people. So she had absolutely nothing to worry about. Right?