Agree to get a hint for your shorts

“Oh? Do you want to know where I put your shorts? You´ll have to do ten pushups, ten sit-ups, ten squats, and ten jumping jacks. Try to work on that flaccid ass before thinking about covering it.”

“Flaccid my ass! Oh, wait…” Well, that comeback didn´t work. Time to try another one. “What, are you my gym coach? No way!”

Sabrina shrugs. “You could use the exercise. You can also use a tan, so go ahead and ignore me if you want. By the time you find your shorts I bet you will be looking a lot more tanned, you big geek.”

You´ll show Sabrina who´s the geek! Well, it´s probably still you, Sabrina is not likely to have the complete collection of every single Final Fantasy released to date, but still.

Biting your lip, you drop to the floor and start. You push yourself up, and then let yourself fall. It´s not easy, and you are working out a sweat, but you find your rhythm. Not even the ever-growing number of legs around you can distract you …at first. So many people are literally looking down on you, judging your every curve

At least they can only see your perfectly fine and not at all flaccid bottom. It could be worse. “…And ten! Time for sit-ups!”

Taking deep breaths, you sit on the ground. You think about trying to cross your legs to have some semblance of cover on your crotch but soon abandon the idea. That would only make the exercise a lot harder, and you are panting already. At least you remembered to shave down there... You try to start, but Sabrina stops you.

“Nah, nah, nah.” Sabrina waggles her finger. “Can´t do sit-ups with your hands on your chest, dear. Put them behind your head.”

“What?! Who made you the Queen of Exercise? If I want to do a sit-up while my hands are on my breasts or flipping you the bird, that´s my choice!”

“It´s common sense, nitwit! But fine, have it your way. I guess you don´t want the hint after all…”

Grumbling, you ignore the cauldron of anger bubbling inside your stomach and slowly put your hands behind your head.

You go down and then pull yourself up. Every time you do, some boys (and two brave girls) whistle as your breasts come into view. To you, it´s as pleasant a sound like nails on a chalkboard. “…and ten! Time for squats!”

You stand up and then drop to your knees, again and again. Mercifully, Queen Sabrina the Annoying has graciously allowed you to cover your chest this time around.

One second all you see are knees and legs, and the next you rise to stare at the faces of the crowd around you. Half the campers are smiling, the others are grimacing in second-hand embarrassment. You close your eyes, that´s not something you want to see each sit-up.

“…and ten! We saved the best for last folks, time for jumping jacks!” Right… You kind of pushed that exercise out of your mind. The worst one. No way to cover, no way to retain even a shred of modesty. Great… Well, you came so far.

Your hands clap over your head as your legs spread apart. Then they return at your sides with a slight slap on your thighs. Your whole body flexes and puts on a show for your spectators. Everything is on display, as the slightly painful bounce of your breasts reminds you. Hopefully, someone at the camp wants to be a doctor, because you are giving that lucky guy a free anatomy lesson.

Your muscles begin to ache midway through. At least the pain distracts you from the humiliation a little bit. Between the hard exercise and the hot blush burning your cheeks, you feel like you are on the surface of the sun.

In fact, if there was a fire nearby, you are pretty sure that the firemen could connect their hoses to your body and channel your sweat to extinguish it.

“… and 10! Congratulations!” Sabrina yells. Music to your ears. The little crowd erupts into cheers. They clap thunderous applause, some of them even congratulate you, but right now you couldn’t give a damn.

Finally done, you almost collapse on the ground, but find enough strength to sit on the cabin´s steps. Your skin is covered in sweat and your chest is heaving with every breath. Maybe Sabrina has a point, you are a bit out of shape.

“Impressive. I thought you were going to chicken out a couple of times there. Anyway, your shorts are taped to the back entrance of the Epsilon Nu Phi sorority.”

{if Key < -3 } “Wow dork, you must be some sort of masochist to go for all three dares. Now you know where everything is! Or do you want a little spanking session to find the location of your boots?”

You don´t. {endif}

Do you dare go for more hints? Or is that all you can take for the moment?