Bria makes enemies before she makes it off the dock

Even though it was only located across the lake, Bria noticed some big differences at her destination. In contrast to the upscale summer resort at Morehead Lodge, Camp Cocker was more of a shabby squat clinging to the edge of the Minnesota wilderness. The trees towered overhead, their heavy coniferous branches covering the ground in needles and acorns, while a few basic wood structures were connected by simple trails through the brush and weeds. The dock itself leaned slightly to one side, its waterlogged wood speckled with moss. The conditions were spartan, the amenities absent.

And whereas usually she worked for a mostly white, mostly older leisure clientele, here she could see the population was exclusively young black men with the exception of a handful of staff who were older black men like Barry. Hardened men onshore, fresh out of prison and enjoying their first taste of freedom in this glorified work camp, eyed her curvy young body lustily, as a prize to be won, taken and enjoyed. The pretty blonde teenager felt very alone and very **** , but deep down she enjoyed the attention, and subconsciously felt the irresistable primal urge to be captured and bred by the alpha male.

Bria gave her best beauty contestant smile and waved bravely to the small welcoming party as Barry piloted the boat to its mooring. Another middle aged man wearing glasses, a polo shirt and a whistle around his neck, reached down and offered the bikini-clad teen a hand and easily yanked the slim girl up off the boat with enough **** to have her knock up against his sturdy torso.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir!" Bria immediately apologized as he held her tight and safe against him. She blinked her blue eyes and rested her hands against his shoulder, hoping for a moment for a kiss from the man of about her father's age she already had a crush on.

"I'm Coach Dick," the man told her gruffly, releasing her once she was stable and walking her off the dock. "What's yours, Morehead girl?"

"Um, Bria Jeurgen, Mr Coach Dick," she said quietly, smiling nervously as she hurried alongside him, largely unaware of the increasing numbers of eyes following the progress of her tight body or jiggling breasts.

"Show us your tits, blondie!" someone requested, startling the girl. But no sooner had the words escaped the lips than Coach Dick identified the perpetrator, a tattooed thug with bushy eyebrows, **** an apology from him and had him doing pushups in front of her. "Tell him when he's done enough," Coach Dick told her, and Bria took a step back, put her hands on her hips and smirked down at the gang member, relishing her temporary power over the bully, until she noticed the disapproving scowls she saw around from his fellows.

"I think the boy has learned to behave, Coach Dick," Bria joked dismissively, but to the audience it came across as snobby, insulting, even racist. When she saw the look of pure hate he gave her when he got back to his face, Bria's face went red and she looked down at her feet.