Camp Counselor Take Down

At Camp Winnemuatachi there was this one camp counselor that stood out above the rest. It wasn't because of her leadership, or her athletic prowess, hell she was pretty much despised by everyone, so what made her stand out so much?

*PHWEEEEEEEEEE!*

"OKAY CAMPERS!!! I NEED YOU ALL TO LISTEN UP! I NEED THE BOYS ON THE LEFT AND THE GIRLS ON THE RIGHT!"

*PHWEEEEEEEEEE!*

Slamming my hands to my ears, they are literally ringing so bad that it feels like they are bleeding! My eyes clamping shut, it is absolutely painful as that whistle screams through the air! It is so loud and high-pitched, it's like one of those dog whistles for people. Cracking my eyes, I take a look at the infamous counselor that everyone has been talking about on the bus ride here. Blowing with all of her might, her cheeks are puffed right out like balloons while a pair of pitch black aviators cover her eyes. Sitting on top of her head is one of those cheap, trucker ball caps with the word counselor written on the front of it as thick and long waves of red hair flow out underneath.

They called her "the bitch".

The "bitch with big tits".

I can see why because when I look down, her t-shirt is literally blowing up over the biggest pair of tits I have probably ever seen! Sticking out like missiles, they are so enormous that they are pointing away from each other! From there it only gets worse as the little tan, khaki shorts she is wearing cling tightly to her rounded hips, but are also giving her a major wedgie in the front. Sticking out between her legs is a big and bulging camel toe!

"MOVE!"

Replacing the ear piercing whistle with her equally screeching voice, everyone hurries to split up almost immediately. Rushing to where I was directed along with the other girls, I stand and wait like everyone else, a little timid, but not afraid. She may be an authority figure, but she is still a girl just like the rest of us. I wish more of the girls in my group had a spine. When I look around at them, they are all nervous some chewing their fingernails. On the opposite side the boys are just staring at her with their tongues hanging out.

Looking back to the redhead, she seems to be the one in charge as the rest of the counselors stand in a line behind her.

"OKAY CAMPERS, NOW THAT YOU'RE ALL SEPARATED, I CAN NOW GO OVER THE RULES. THIS IS A COED CAMP, BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT THERE WILL BE ANY TOLERATION FOR FRATERNIZATION BETWEEN THE OPPOSITE SEX! DO YOU ALL UNDERSTAND? IF YOU DO SHOUT YES!"

"YEEEESSSSSS!" I find myself shouting in chorus with the others.

"GOOD! JUST TO BE CLEAR, THAT MEANS NO KISSING, NO TOUCHING, UNLESS AN ACTIVITY REQUIRES IT, AND ESPECIALLY NO SEX! IF ANY OF YOU ARE CAUGHT BREAKING THESE CARDINAL RULES, YOU WILL BE SENT HOME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" The redhead screams, now marching back and forth.

"YEEEESSSSSS!" We all scream again in affirmation, the late morning air filling with the residual sounds of teenagers yelling at the top of their lungs. Watching her pace back and forth, I am quite surprised by the size of her ass. It's pretty big considering how skinny her legs are. Covered in a small pair of shorts, they look just big enough to keep it completely covered up. Looking at the overall size of her outfit, it becomes quickly apparent that she really itches to show off.

"I'M GLAD YOU ALL UNDERSTAND BASIC ENGLISH! NOW THAT WE HAVE THAT OUT OF THE WAY, YOU WILL BE ASSIGNED A CABIN AND A COUNSELOR. THE COUNSELORS ARE BEHIND ME AND NOT ONLY ARE THEY RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR CABIN, THEY WILL ALSO BE IN CHARGE OF ACTIVITIES THAT WILL BE POSTED ON THE BIG BOARD OVER THERE! YOU ARE ALL REQUIRED TO SIGN UP FOR AT LEAST TWO ACTIVITIES A DAY!"

Taking a minute to catch her breath, she turns towards the other counselors and holds out her hand. Snapping her fingers one comes running up almost immediately with a clipboard in hand.

"Thank you, Meghan." She says as the brunette runs back to her place in line, a beautiful brown ponytail bobbing behind her.

"OKAY CAMPERS, I HAVE YOUR CABIN ASSIGNMENTS RIGHT HERE! PLEASE LISTEN CAREFULLY AS I CALL OUT YOUR NAME. WHEN YOU HEAR IT YOU WILL GO TO YOUR DESIGNATED COUNSELOR!"

One by one she calls our names, still sounding off without so much as a crack or the beginnings of a sore throat.

"Jesus, she's a loud mouth..." A girl next to me mutters under her breath as she waits like the rest of us.

"Yeah, no kidding..." I reply, getting a smirk and a nod in return.

"What's your name?" The girl next to me asks.

"Wendy, what's yours?"

"Sabrina. Do you happen to know her name?" Sabrina asks, pointing at the redhead.

"No, this is my first, and last summer. After graduation I'm getting out of here." I reply.

"I do. Her name is Victoria Black, but everybody around here calls her Vicki." A voice behind us speaks up. Turning around she's not much to look at. Sure, skinny and very shy, her hair is brown and looks like it is still cut by her mom. "I don't like coming here because of her. I tried telling my parents, but they won't listen and they keep sending me back. She can be a real witch. Always finding a reason to punish somebody and that whistle? It's like it is permanently stuck between her lips.

*PHWEEEEEEEEEE!*

Covering our ears immediately when the high pitched shrill cuts through the air, the three of us turn and watch the red-headed boobasaurus come marching right up to us. Hip snapping, her giant breasts are bouncing hard up and down making her t-shirt really move. Belly flashing in and out of view, I am a little surprised that she has one at all. I expected it to be flat and trim, not be soft and jiggly! It's not big, but it does look out of place on her otherwise fantastic figure.

"HEY! ARE YOU TALKING WHILE I AM TRYING TO GET ALL OF YOU ASSIGNED TO YOUR BUNKS?!" Vicki screams at us at the top of her lungs.

If she thinks she is a drill sergeant, she doesn't really sound like one. But what she lacks in authority from her voice, she more than makes up for it in her demeanor and her posture. Her little fists balled up and and jammed into her sides, it is the presence of those massive boobs being pushed out that seems to cower my two new friends. Me? I'm not so easily intimidated, big boobs or not.

"I was just asking my new friends what your name was." I say, barely finishing my sentence when she starts going off on me!

"SHUT... UP!" She screams, practically spitting on me. "When I speak you listen. When any counselor speaks, you keep quiet, do you understand me?" She says with a wicked snarl as those big tits start to stick out even more.

"Yes." I reply unfazed.

"Good. Can I go back to work now?" She says, her arrogance starting to show as she thinks she is clearly superior to me in every way. I may not be able to see her eyes, but I bet they are simply sparkling right now.

"You had no reason to stop in the first place." The moment I say that, my new friends are stepping back. In fact everybody is.

"Hmmm..." Victoria hums. Leaning closer to me, she slowly pulls her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose. Finally seeing her eyes, they are a beautiful emerald green, but it feels like I am staring into the gaze of Medusa.

*Click click*

Snapping the tip of her tongue off of the roof of her mouth, her ruby red lips spread into a vicious smile. "I know your type. You like making trouble, don't you? Well, I don't like troublemakers. In fact it's my job to make sure that people like you fall in line." Stepping back as she stands up straight, she holds up her right hand and snaps her fingers, only once.

Instantly two female counselors come jogging up with serious looks on their faces. Behind me and not too far away the boys are all quiet.

"Take this one to time out. I think a couple of hours should do the trick." She says to the blonde who is closest.

Nodding her head, she and her partner stride up to either side of me. "Come on."

"Before you leave, what's your name?" Victoria asks, her glasses pushed back up to the top of her nose.

"Wendy Bueller."

*Click click*

"Cute. I'll make sure to give your brother, Ferris a shout. Take her away." Victoria says flipping through the pages on her clipboard. As I am being escorted away, I watch her pull a pen out from the neck of her t-shirt and circle what is presumably my name.

Lead away from the others, the trek across sprawling green clearing is long and silent. Looking around, it is a beautiful camp. Not too far off behind me is the lake where there are sailboats and canoes waiting to be used. On the field itself there are soccer nets and cones set up for football and other games. Where I'm going is towards a path that looks wide and well used. Walking with my captors, it appears that we are heading towards the cabins where everyone will be sleeping at night, but before we get there, we hook another right. This path is much more narrow and not nearly as used. It is definitely not utilized by the campers. Walking along, it twists and turns until an elevated cabin slowly starts to appear through the trees. Built on top of a cobblestone foundation, it looks rather elegant. If I had to guess, it might have been a private residence a long, long time ago, but as we get closer there is a sign hanging off of the canopy to the front deck.

"Administration"

Instead of going up the stairs however, I am brought around to the back where there is a lone brown building erected at the edge of the small clearing. It looks like a storage shed and as I'm walking closer, it is then that I realize this is where I am going.

"You've got to be kidding me, you're putting me in solitary confinement?"

"I know, we used to do time out at your bunk, but Victoria didn't like it because she said it wasn't fixing anything. She had us clear out the storage shed. It's not all bad. There are magazines for you to read and a chair for you to sit on." The brunette counselor, who seems to be a little bit nicer than the blonde, says as she opens the door to show me that she is telling the truth.

Walking inside, I turn around. "And when will I know that the two hours are up?"

"When Victoria comes to get you." The blonde says flatly and then slams the door shut.

Shortly thereafter I hear something being wedged. Yep, I've been locked in. Waiting for the sounds of footsteps to disappear, that's when I decide to look around. It's like straight out of a horror movie, but from what I can see there is no way out. Looking at the ground I can see that others have tried to dig or create an escape, but when I see stone partially uncovered, I realize now why the bitch picked this particular place.

There is no escape.

This gives her complete control and it is that control that keeps everybody else in line.

Seeing the chair I go to sit down and when I do a huge ball of dust erupts from it. Sneezing, I wipe my nose and sit back. "Jesus Christ..." I say to myself as I think about my interaction with Vicki. Replaying it all in my head, I pause when I am at the point when she was marching towards us. Replaying it again, I start searching the images in my mind, evaluating everything I saw.

First thing I focus on is her boobs. Replaying it again in slow motion, I watch them bounce up and down again and again and again. Something though doesn't seem right, but I can't quite put my finger on it. From there I move on to the other parts of her body that I can see. Replaying the little jiggles of her belly makes me laugh. Such big and firm boobs only to have a little jiggly gut!? But it does seem to match the slight jiggle I saw in her thighs. It would only make sense that her butt had the same jiggle, but like her boobs, it looked pretty firm when it was snapping back and forth when she was pacing.

More importantly, why am I evaluating a woman's body, especially a woman I just met? Maybe because of her demeanor and her attitude? Not even a minute off the bus and she is yelling and screaming at us like we are in prison instead of summer camp. I get it, she has a job which is to keep discipline, but why can't she start off by being nice?

And then it hits me. She is one person dealing with over 200 teenagers. It's not her first rodeo so any pretense is going to be thrown out the window. By now she's going to look at everyone as a potential troublemaker and it is up to the individual camper to prove otherwise. That does not go well for me. I'm already on her hit list and I'm barely 10 minutes into the next two weeks!

*Shhht. Creeeeeak...*

Woken up by the sound of the old wooden door opening, I rapidly blink as the sunlight pours in. Looking over I see the silhouette of someone standing in the door with their feet spread apart and their fists pressed against their sides.

There is also an epic pair of big tits sticking out from their chest.

Victoria.

"Time's up."

Sitting up in the chair, I then stand up and stretch. I don't remember when I fell asleep, but I know that I did. Lowering my arms, I blink a few more times until she comes into focus. "Am I free?"

"Almost. I need to show you to your cabin first then you need to go get your stuff and put it away." Victoria says as she steps away from the door.

They couldn't even get my stuff?

It's been sitting out in the parking lot this entire time?!

What the fuck!

Keeping my thoughts to myself, I re-enter the world of the living, the sight of blue sky feeling almost foreign to me, but reassuring at the same time. Looking over at Vicki, the hat is gone and the sunglasses are hanging down from the neck of her shirt, resting at an angle on top of her breasts.

Walking down the twisting and turning path together, no words are spoken, but we are definitely sizing each other up. It's obviously a no-brainer, Victoria is far more curvy than I am and those oversized breasts bouncing firmly up and down seal the deal. The ultimate diva who is excessively top-heavy will always win. I can already see it now, I could meet a guy, we can have sex and I already know that he would be imagining that it was her he was doing. I'm not too bad to look at. I have a decent size pair of tits and a nice little butt. I know I can make the right guy happy, but not right now, not with Victoria in the picture.

Coming out to the widened path, she veers right to lead me to the cabins. Looking back over my shoulder the field and the parking lot beyond it are already starting to look alot smaller. Looking back in front of me, I glance to the right to see that she is walking with a sense of pride. Shoulders pulled back just a hair, her back is straight making her tits the sole attraction. As they bounce, I catch small glimpses of the imprint of her bra cups through the stretched out cotton of her top.

Lacey and low, is obvious that she likes to advertise her endowments in only the finest. I'm sure her lover enjoys that! Most girls I know that are top heavy prefer function and comfort over looks.

"Here we are." She says when we arrive at my cabin. "2A." Turning to turns to face me, she continues. "You have one hour to get your things and put them away because I will be back for a cabin inspection." Going into her mock superhero pose, she pushes her tits out and all. Pulling the sunglasses from the top of her shirt, she covers her eyes once more.

Waiting until she walks away, I watch that surprisingly round ass of hers dart side to side as both cheeks roll as one, left and then right. They also move in a smiley face pattern, swish, swish, swish as the little bit of flesh on her skinny legs jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. Having had enough of watching the sex pot strut her stuff, I turn back to face the door and walk up the steps to go inside.

When I arrive, everyone is still finishing up. Helping is our counselor, Corinne.

"Wendy, right? Where's your stuff?"

"Still sitting in the parking lot." I reply.

"Fuck and Vicki is going to be here soon. Alright, I need some volunteers to help Wendy retrieve her things." Corrine asks, turning towards the rest of the girls. Thankfully a couple who are done early and are just sitting around doing nothing, offer.

With Amber's and Stephanie's help we get my bags back to the cabin in a short amount of time. With everyone pitching in to help, we are all done just when the screen door flies open and in walks Victoria with her whistle pinched between her lips.

*PHWEEEEEEEEEE!*

Instantly everyone covers their ears and cowers where they stand. Uncovering our ears only when the pounding stops, we all look over at the redhead who is standing in the doorway posing.

"Inspection time, ladies." She announces and then starts walking closer. Placing one foot in front of the other, her hips wiggle as her epic breasts bounce firmly yet again. "All of you stand in front of your bunks now!"

The order heard loud and clear is decisively followed and soon we are all standing in front of our beds at attention just like the recruits from Full Metal Jacket.

"The reason I do bunk inspections on day one is because we have a few campers that like to ignore the handbook. That's right girls, some of you have probably brought sex toys or elicit magazines. We also have a no cell phone policy. Cameras are allowed, and camcorders upon written request, but no technology whatsoever. We are here to bond and to unite. As the discipline officer, it is my job to make sure that everyone behaves properly in order for there to be harmony for all." Victoria says, her speech well rehearsed and practiced from having repeated over and over again for years. Taking each step one at a time, her pace is deliberately slow. It is designed as part of her intimidation technique, but also to show everyone where she ranks on the social ladder. When she passes me, I'm not even phased. I could give a rats ass and I've seen it more than I care to.

Reaching the end, the redhead spins on her heels and looks at us. "Let the games begin. Corrine, you will be assisting me."

"Yes ma'am." She says, avoiding eye contact.

Observing this exchange it becomes very clear to me just how influential Victoria is. Thinking back, none of the counselors made eye contact with her, I wonder why? Are they afraid of her and if so, why? If it is not fear, it is definitely not respect. They're doing it because they are compelled to, not because she has earned it. As the counselors go from bunk to bunk searching and inspecting, I start to wonder if I should find an answer to this, but then I change my mind. I really don't give a shit. Vicki's a bitch and I'm only going to be here for 2 weeks.

When the inspection is over, it is revealed that nearly every girl had brought their phones with a few red in the face at having been exposed for bringing toys, just like Victoria said. One was even discovered to be a bed wetter at night as the discovery of a small package of pull-ups reveals to all. The same girl was also busted for stuffing her bra.

"Out of everything I have ever confiscated I have never come across a girl who is still wetting the bed in high school. This is definitely one I'm not going to forget!" Victoria laughs. "And Sara? Now that everyone knows that you really don't have any tits to speak of, there's really no reason for you to wear a bra. That's why I'm taking them with me too."

Looking over at the lanky and skinny blonde who is still bawling like a baby, I glance at her chest. Before the inspection she seemed to be a healthy C cup, but at the end she's been revealed to have nothing more than a couple of pokies cutting into her "Camp Winnemuatachi" T-shirt.

Surprisingly that is really the last time I see Victoria ever again.

For the next week and a half I only know of her existence when I hear that annoying whistle of hers echoing somewhere followed by that squeaky voice cackling and screaming at somebody breaking the rules! Just like I was told on day one, I hear that thing going off up to three times a day. It doesn't really take much. I've heard her screaming about bad language, kissing, I guess one couple was caught having sex in the woods! A lot of the times it is the boys. She is always after them for dropping f-bombs. Me? I just mainly kept to myself. I participated in everything at least once. My favorite is the rock wall. I wonder if Vicki has ever climbed the rock wall? I bet if she did, there would be guys lining up to see that ass hanging out of a harness!

One thing I did notice is that she did not have to watch over a cabin personally. Every night when the bugle sounded, she would disappear up the twisting and turning path where the administration building was located. It's also where I found out the director spends most of his time. I saw the man once, but only for a few minutes. He was having a meeting with the counselors about something just outside the mess hall during lunch yesterday. Tall, dark, and handsome, he had a full head of hair and a nice physique. He also seemed to be packing quite a bit of heat in the front of his dress pants. Easily he was much better endowed than any of the boys that I had to pick from. That's why I was not surprised to see Vicki standing right beside him, laughing and smiling, but definitely flirting.

Oh yeah, while I was busy watching Vicki, my cabin was secretly preparing to throw me a party because it was my birthday. I just turned 18! I barely remember blowing out the candles on my cake, hahaha! Sitting on the shore of the lake, I am alone once more, watching everyone else swim and go boating or canoeing. Being alone gives me time to ponder my thoughts.

Is that why Vicki is so powerful? Is she having sex with the director?

Bored anyway, I decide to go see if I can find where the little red-headed sex pot is.

Of all places I find her in the bathroom.

Needing to pee, I step inside where there's only one other stall occupied. Looking beneath the door, I instantly recognize the red head's shoes. It's worth pointing out, and I shame myself for not doing so earlier, but they are pretty thick. At least 2 inches, if not more. Choosing a stall that is a couple away from hers, I step inside, shut the door, then drop my pants and sit down. No sooner am I going pee when I see her pass by the crack between the door and the partition.

Leaning forward I see her walk up to the sink, her shorts not pulled all the way up because I can see the top of what looks like a French cut, black thong sticking out. Looking from that to her ass, something catches my eye, but she is already pulling them up and buttoning them. With the glimpse of the thong gone, so goes the other thing. After that she washes her hands and all I can imagine is that little jiggly belly sticking out like a bulb. Ringing them first, she then grabs some paper towel and dries them off. Thinking that she is done, I am surprised when she doesn't leave right away and instead starts messing with her tits. I instantly recognize what she is doing. She is adjusting her bra. Even I struggle with my bra from time to time. The fuckers like to ride up and twist and get loose. You name it, it can be a pain in the ass. Usually I lift my shirt and do it with less in the way, but she is bound and determined to do it through her t-shirt. I don't know why she doesn't just flip it up and take care of them, unless she really doesn't want anyone seeing her birthrights, but herself and whoever is fucking her. I guess it makes sense? When she is done she pivots on her heels and walks out with her chest pushed proudly forward.

Sitting back, I finish my business and as I wipe, I am thinking about what I thought I saw. I know it was too fast to get a really good look, but is there a way that I can get a better one?

Hmmm... I could just sneak out of my cabin at night and spy on her in her room, but I don't know where she is in the big house, so that is not an option. Maybe I could convince her to go up the rock wall? I doubt it. Those skinny arms probably couldn't lift her body weight more than 2 feet off the ground before she would complain about getting tired. That one I assume because every time she has punished somebody she always has somebody else doing all of the actual work. She is more than content at being a supervisor and barking orders at everyone else! I honestly don't know what she would do without that whistle or that clipboard.

By the time I am done in the bathroom and get outside, she is nowhere to be seen. But I don't worry, I'm sure that whistle is going to go off anytime...

*PHWEEEEEEEEEE!*

Hearing it off in the distance, I realize that Victoria is not that far away! Racing across the field, I see her by the volleyball net yelling at one of the girls.

"That is your third violation this week! I need you to follow me to time out, right now!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I just lost my cool when I missed the ball! I promise it won't happen again!" The girl pleads, nearly bursting into tears.

"Nope! Rules are rules, let's go!" Victoria demands and then points towards the trees.

Hanging her head, the girl walks away with the busty enforcer of the morality rules. Tagging along, I keep my distance as Victoria leads the offender to time out.

"1 hour. Next offense will be 2." She says and then shuts the door. Placing the board into the locking position she then turns and heads towards the building with a satisfied smirk on her face, on the border of naughty.

In the trees not far away, I watch her shimmy her ass down the walkway and all the way up the stairs. Judging by the way she is walking, she is horny and needs release. Seeing my chance, I wait for her to go through the door before I streak across the grass and carefully tiptoe up the stairs. Pulling on the door it opens up and I walk right inside. Standing in the foyer, I am impressed with a palatial size of the opening room. Looking around real quick, it still mostly resembles the living room, probably what it has always been. Seeing the stairs off to the left right around the corner from a bathroom, I ignore the employees only sign and tiptoe upstairs. When I reach the top I see the offices and they are all mostly empty. I guess they are only used during recruitment season. With everything abandoned, I pick a way and take a chance. Luck going for me I run into a row of solid looking doors. Not knowing what they are, I carefully walk down the hall. The last thing I want is to be caught! With that area a bust, I am about to turn around when I hear footsteps coming up behind me. Really scared, I reach out to the first door I see and thankfully it opens. Pushing my way inside, I close it hoping that I am not too late. Hearing the pitter patter of footsteps come and go, I let out a sigh of relief, glad that I have not been discovered. Cracking open the door, I peek around corner and just in time too, there is no mistaking THAT ass! Staying just behind her, I reach the corner just as she is letting herself into a room.

"That must be her bedroom..." I whisper to myself and then carefully tiptoe to the door.

Shockingly she has left it wide open. I guess she isn't used to being walked in on when she is here. Camping by the door, I carefully look around the corner to see what she is up to.

Standing in front of a built into the wall bookcase, Victoria is surveying her trophies. It is a collection of all of her favorite confiscations over the years. Filling the shelves are stacks of pornos, bras, panties, various forms of bra stuffings and an excessive amount of dildos. There is even a couple video cameras too.

Wow... I thought that she would have given them all back at the end of camp, but I guess not!

Standing there with her feet slightly spread apart, it really is the perfect stance to show off her delicious looking ass. With one hand on her waist, the other is bent, possibly tapping her chin. Finding what she wants, I see her hand dart forward and pluck it off the shelf. Turning a little as she brings it to herself, there is a little tag hanging off the bottom.

"Claudia's pocket rocket... Well it ain't hers anymore." Victoria snorts with a smirk. Holding it up, it looks like a silver bullet and cannot be any longer then three to four inches. Grabbing the silver sheath with the tips of her fingers, Victoria gives it a little twist and it hums to life.

So, let me get this straight. It's against the rules to masturbate at camp and here is the disciplinarian about to masturbate at camp. Okay!

"Mmmmmmm. Vicki... You love it when you catch someone breaking the rules, don't you?" She says softly as she guides the humming toy down to her crotch. Starting at the top of her mound, she gently slides it up and down. "Ooooooooo... Catching naughty trouble makers makes me so horny... Uh uh uh uh uh..."

Listening and watching, it's not really much of anything to watch. Victoria is simply standing there moving a vibrator up and down her bulging pussy.

"Feels so good... Yeah... Oooooooh..." Victoria moans, never shutting up as the toy is pushed deeper between her legs until it is right on top of her love hole. She does this for quite a while. If this is her idea of masturbation, it kind of sucks. Finally pulling the toy away from her crotch, she sticks it in her mouth and starts sucking on it as she works the button and the zipper of her shorts. Eyes completely closed, she has no idea that she is being watched which is just perfect. Opening them up, I get to see the color of her panties.

Black, just like her last name.

Seeing nothing but cotton, I cannot tell if she is shaved or not, thankfully she doesn't make me wait too long to find out because the moment her pants are opened up, that toy is already going back down. Sliding it behind her underwear, the front panel pushes down to reveal a massive patch of jet black pubic hair. Big and gnarly, it's not unlike other women who use their pubic hair to mark their ascension to womanhood. Most who do keep it trimmed or make little designs out of it, but not Vicki. Outside of her bikini line, it probably hasn't seen the business end of a razor since she first started growing it. Just as those panties start to drop and reveal her pussy, I hear a set of footsteps coming down the hall.

Scrambling, I find another room and quickly let myself inside. It is literally across from Vicki's door. Closing it enough where I can still see out while it appears to be shut, I wait till the footsteps reveal themselves be that of the director.

"Victoria, I'm wondering if you aren't busy tonight, would you like to get some... Oh dear!"

Literally already asking before he reaches the door, the director is cut off when he turns the corner and sees that his star counselor is a little preoccupied.

"Oh!" I hear Victoria yelp. "I didn't realize that you were going to be back so soon. I thought I had a few more hours to myself." Victoria says, most likely closing her shorts

Doing what?

Masturbating.

Vicki must masturbate a lot.

"I didn't mean to bother you during your personal time." The director says sounding much relieved. I get the impression that this is something he is used to catching her doing. "Would you like to go out dinner with me tonight?"

"Depends, what's in it for me?"

"Other than a free meal with a handsome man, whatever you desire." The director says, fully aware of how desirable he is. To be honest I would. Old or not, he looks fine!

"Your big dick stuffing my pussy." Victoria purrs then I see her appear in the doorway.

"You know I can't say no to that." The director says as his hand finds one of Victoria's watermelons and gives it a big squeeze.

"Mmmmmmmm... Looks like I'll be saving myself for later." Victoria growls, looking like she is grabbing a hold of the director's cock, she rubs it roughly.

"Sounds like a date then. I also heard someone in the time out room, did you put them there?"

"Yes, she has about 25 minutes to go. I caught her swearing." Victoria says sounding proud of herself.

"Good job. I knew this would be the perfect job for you. I have some business I have to catch up on. Meet me here at dinner time." He says then turns around. When I catch a glimpse of his bulge, I'm beside myself. Holy shit, it's a monster!

Bitch tits getting her no no spot stretched with a big fat cock? This I have to see!

After he leaves, any inspiration to finish masturbating for Victoria is completely gone. Instead she spends the last of her time playing on her cell phone. When it is time for the offender to be released, she finally leaves her bedroom.

Again, she doesn't even bother to close the door.

The moment I no longer hear her footsteps, I tip toe from the room that I was hiding in and rush across the hall. Seeing a video camera on the top shelf, I grab it along with the charging cord and some tapes and then hurry out of the cabin as fast as I can. Booking it all the way back to my cabin, I burst through the door and start looking for a plug. Curious to what I am up to, a couple of girls who were hanging out come to see what's up.

"Vicki's gonna fuck the director tonight. I have every intention of getting it all on tape." I say as a malicious smile spreads my cheeks nice and wide.

Hearing this, the girls look at each other and then at me with disbelief. It looks like they don't believe me at first, but then their faces break wide open and they get very excited.

"Wait, does this mean that you're going to use this to make Victoria go away?"

"Like forever?"

"Possibly. But I can only do it you guys help me out." I reply with a grin as I set up the camera and turn it on.

Looking at each other, the two girls mentally communicate with each other and then nod. Looking at me, they are both smiling devilishly.

"We got your back."

Later that night while everyone was at the mess hall having supper, I was making my way to the administration cabin. Walking right up to the door, I pull it open and just as I am walking in, I hear a very familiar laugh which stops me dead in my tracks. Feeling my heart get stuck and thud in my throat, I listen to the pitchy squeals of the one and only Victoria Black giggling from the dining room.

"Hehehehehehe!"

Not really wanting to know what she finds so funny, I quickly climb the stairs and look for the director's bedroom. Something tells me he is staying here too or he would have taken her out on the town instead of here. They're staying in for dinner, then he is probably going fuck her on his bed. When I find his bedroom eventually, I open the door to a palatial master suite. Vault ceilings and a walk in closet, the bathroom is almost as big as the bedroom itself!

"I sure bet Miss Fun Bags would love to be staying here instead of that closet." I chuckle as I find a good place to set myself up for a night of voyeur. Looking in the closet, I figure that's a pretty good place to camp out, plus there is flood of things to hide behind in case the director comes in here for whatever reason. When I turn around that's when I realize that I was initially wrong. Literally 90% of the clothing here belongs to a woman with a multi-tiered rack filled with an assortment of bras. Walking up to them, the cups are absolutely massive while the bands are ridiculously small. Looking at the tag, I am astounded by the size.

30H...

Holy shit! I am literally in the Bear's den! This is Victoria Black's personal closet! She's not just fucking around with the director, she's his girlfriend!!!

Then it hits me. They must be over 20 years apart in age! Gross! It's one thing to fuck a guy who is older than you, it's quite another to be in a relationship with him!

I must have lost track of time because before I know it, I hear the door opening. Closing the closet door in time, I look through the slits and turn the video camera on, setting it to record.

"That was simply amazing, baby." Victoria says walking through the door first. Her hair done up very nicely, it is accentuated with baby's breath while her makeup is absolutely flawless while dangling from her ears are a pair of silver, hoop earrings. Wearing a top of various blues, dark being the predominant one, it fits her perfectly while keeping her endowments completely enclosed. The only difference than what I normally see is the fact that there are two very hard and very rigid nipples poking out into it. Spread apart like the swell of her tits, they are angled up perfectly. Below those epic and jutting breasts is Vicki's little belly pushing into the fabric too. Jiggling freely unlike her firmly bouncing tits, it is hilarious to see! Swaying side to side is her hips, covered by a pair of really tight yoga pants. But that pales in comparison to the big cleft sticking out from her crotch. Prominent and juicy, there is no doubt in my mind that that pussy is going to get satisfied tonight.

Walking in right behind her is the director. Wearing a nice suit and tie, he looks very handsome as the tailored outfit hugs his manly physique very well. Even more impressive is the tree trunk bulging out in the front. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I ordered it from the fanciest restaurant in town. I even got a good price too."

"I'm sure you did." Victoria says turning around and reaching for her man. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulls him down for a kiss. Standing on her tippy toes while wearing a pair of stiletto high heels, she is already 5 inches taller than her natural height! It is also revealed that her top is nearly backless except for two clips, one behind her neck and the other mid way down her back. Seeing her skin for the first time, other than on her arms, it is pasty, white and soft as the straps of her blouse dig into it noticeably.

When they kiss, I'm fully expecting to see something sensual and sexy, a kiss that two long time lovers would share. Instead I am party to probably the sloppiest and worst looking display of porno kissing I have ever seen! Literally she looks like a vacuum cleaner trying to inhale any and everything out that is in his mouth! She is so forceful that I can see that he is struggling to deal with her tongue being shoved down his throat! When she grabs his cock, she is just as rough with it as she is with her kissing. For someone who has probably had more than one go around between the sheets, I would expect a little bit more skill and passion, instead of a ripoff from a Pamela Anderson video.

But the director doesn't seem to mind. Grabbing hold of her tits, he starts squeezing them hard and rough. I'm surprised that she is not screaming out in pain! After roughly playing with her tits for a little bit, he goes right down to her ass and start squeezing it like a couch cushion! If that were my ass he was squeezing, he would be getting slapped right now! But it's not my ass, it's Victoria's and she doesn't seem to mind that his fingers are literally disappearing into the swell of her cheeks.

Going from bad to worse, the two are now smashed up against each other, practically dry humping as they race to touch every part of each other's bodies with sloppy, grab happy hands.

"Stuff me..." Victoria says breathlessly, acting as though she hasn't had it in years as she flicks her big mound up and down her lovers bulge.

So much for no sex at camp. I guess that applies only to everyone but her.

Anyways...

The first article of clothing to go is the director's pants and when they fall I am quite shocked to see that he's wearing a pair of tighty whities! Looking at his legs, they are pasty and pale and covered in hair. I kind of thought that guys who work out do their legs too, but so far it seems like Victoria's boyfriend is only interested in working his upper body. Returning my attention to the bulge, I quickly realize that there is something wrong. It is big, it bulges, but it doesn't look like a cock. Instead it looks puffy and oval, almost like it is stuffed.

Not wanting to be left out, his hands travel up her back. Releasing the first clip around her back, the straps burst open rather unexpectedly. I expected them to fall more than anything, but I guess that goes to show just how tight she likes to wear it. I also see a glimpse of something that I don't quite recognize. In fact I have no idea what it is, but it certainly is interesting. Not waiting for the dust to settle, his hand instantly moves to the back of her neck where the last one is waiting. Flicking it open, the front only blouse falls to the floor like a fluttering flag. What is left behind is nothing short of breathtaking.

It is definitely a sight that every guy has been pining to see for years.

Victoria's huge breasts.

Even naked they hold their iconic shape. Sticking out like missiles still, they completely dominate her narrow chest. Boobs so big that there's simply not enough room for them to sit naturally. Without the blouse, or her bra, they are spread apart even more.

There's just one thing wrong. One teeny tiny little detail that I almost forgot to mention.

Victoria's tits... Are fake.

Nothing more than a pair of cheap knockoffs bought off the internet, no doubt taped to her chest.

Yep, Victoria Black, Big Titty Vicki, the bitch with the big tits, is a fraud.

She's nothing more than a grown up bra stuffer.

With her tits exposed, any interest I have left in filming this is quickly diminishing, but at the same time I know that this would make great leverage to get her to quietly disappear. No longer am I doing this for me, I already got my question answered, I'm instead doing this for everyone else.

Still she does have that nice looking ass though and a pretty sexy cunt. So what if the bitch has no tits?

Trying to get back into the mood, I am nearly there when lover boy hooks his thumbs into the waist of her pants. Pushing them down nice and slow, it is perfect for the video that he has no idea he is helping me shoot.

Instead of a nice big butt, the lens is filled with a giant piece of foam that looks like one. Covering and creating the enviable backside, the edges wrap around to her sides thus creating the beautiful swell of those enviable hips. What's even funnier is that Victoria's choice of panties is skimpy. Yep, she's wearing a thong that's cradled in a foam butt crack. Looking at her now, the only thing left is the bulge of her womanhood and the unruly "V" of jet black pubic hair.

Before I can see that moment, I have to watch as Mr Hunk is revealed to be anything but. Everything is fine until his undershirt is taken off. When it is, that barrel chested physique instantly drops and is revealed to be nothing more than a big old hairy gut! When his underwear is pushed down so Victoria can pull out his dick and give him a blowjob, a big old wool sock tumbles out. No surprising it is revealed to be considerably below average.

That doesn't stop the wannabe slut from making it sound and seem like she is **** on a big ass cock though! Literally making every gagging sound known to man, Victoria's attempt at looking like she is sucking on a porn star's dick falls flat. It is so bad and it is so obvious that she is sucking on something that is no bigger than my middle finger, that it would be a contender for funniest home videos.

Finally crawling into bed, she gets on bottom. Lifting her fake butt, she finally takes off her panties. The moment they pass her pussy, that to is revealed to be fake! Victoria's mound is nothing more than a piece of foam carved to look like a mature vagina that stops right where her opening is. Oh, and the big patch of pubic hair? A merkin. How can I tell? Because it literally looks like a shag carpet.

Wanting desperately to get out of here so I don't have to watch these two losers do it, I know I can't so I keep recording. I'm pretty sure I can stop. The Revelation that she stuffs her bra would be more than enough to get her to hightail it out of here, but what else am I going to do? So with the camera still rolling, I record them getting ready to finally have sex.

"Such a sexy woman..." The director says as he gives one of those big, bullshit tits that are sticking straight up into the air another big squeeze.

"Such a hot and sexy guy. Are you ready to stuff my big fat pussy baby?" Victoria purrs, wriggling in anticipation.

"Let me make sure that you are properly lubricated first." He says as he reaches towards the bedside table where a big bottle of KY is waiting. Grabbing it, he squirts way too much on his hand then lathers his dick and her little slit.

Practically drooling down her foam butt crack, Victoria is literally bouncing on the bed, so excited to get "stuffed".

"This is gonna feel so good..." She says closing her eyes as she fills her dainty hands with her big knockoffs.

Playing with her "tits" when her lacking lover sticks it in, she lets out a loud scream of pleasure! Barely inside of her, they are both moaning and howling as they go at it like jack rabbits. Just based off of the way they sound, I know that climax is imminent and they've only been going at it for maybe a minute.

"UH UH UH UH UH! OH BABY! I'M GOING TO CUM!!" Victoria squeals, her squeaky voice hitting all new octaves that I never thought were possible.

"Me too!" The much older and equally lame man yells!

When he pulls out, Victoria orgasms and it's nothing more than KY pouring out of her little pussy while the load he shoots out is remarkably thick and chunky. Landing on her jiggling stomach, it fills her belly button like a lake.

Rolling out from between the redhead's quivering thighs, the director falls fast asleep. Looking over at him, Victoria giggles before turning on her side and closing her eyes.

I finally leave when I hear both of them snoring.

Loudly.

Back outside and under comforting blanket of the black, starry night, the walk back to my cabin is long and quiet. I was really hoping for a hot night of really good and steamy sex. Instead, what I got was the most ridiculous and lousy porno I never wish to see again. It is so bad that I really just want to burn the tape when I get back and that is what I am planning to do when I am intercepted at the door by Corrine.

"Well, well, well, look who finally decided to report to her quarters." My counselor says wearing a look sarcasm and disappointment melded into one. It definitely feels like one of those times where she can understand me playing hooky, but also has to do her job.

"I have a really good explanation." I say, smiling weakly as my shoulders shrug simultaneously.

"I'm sure you do, but it doesn't matter. I'm going to have to report this to Victoria in the morning." Corrine says, shaking her head in disappointment.

"But what if I told you that I was hanging out with Vicki? Would you believe it?" I ask, as I prepare to bring out the video camera from behind my back.

"No. She never fraternizes with campers." My counselor says and then flicks her gaze to my moving arm. "What's that?"

Looking down impishly, I pull out what I am hiding. "It's the video proof that I am telling you the truth."

"Bull crap. Give that to me." Handing it over, she looks at it. "It's not yours. You stole this, didn't you? Why would you steal this? This was confiscated last year. This is camp property, why are you in possession of it?"

"And where is confiscated contraband located?" I answer the question with a question. Yes, I know it's cheap, but it has to be this way. It's just more fun!

Thinking, I can see that Corinne wants to say something to prove that I am wrong, but can't come up with anything. "You said you recorded your time with Victoria? This I have to see."

A short time later I am sitting in Corinne's private room. The door shut, I am sitting on her bed while she is hooking up the video camera to her television set. When she is done, she rewinds the tape then pushes play. What I am privy too is a mixture of emotions that range from an eye roll, to disbelieving shock, then to gut wrenching laughter. When she looks at me after the video stops playing, I look back at her and I can see that she has something brewing in her head.

"You know that on the last night of camp there's a talent show right?" Corinne asks me.

"No, but I do now." I say as we share a devil's grin.

The next couple of days are very tense because it is really hard to keep a secret, and a straight face, when you know that the biggest bitch at camp is a complete and total fraud! Every time I see her walking around sticking out those big fake boobs and swinging that big foam butt enhancement as if it is her own all around makes me want to crack up laughing!

It doesn't help when Corinne wants to tell me all about how Victoria was bragging about her hot and hung boyfriend and their great sex life every chance she got.

"Now that I know what I know, hearing her talk about how big her boyfriend is and how great he is in the bedroom and the hours upon hours of hot and dirty sex they have, I don't know how much longer I can listen to it. Every time I look at her, all I see is a pair of fake boobs like the ones in the video naked! I mean it is so bad that now when I see her, all I see is all the bullshit. It's like she's not even wearing any clothes!"

Laughing along with her, hearing Corinne's experience gives me an idea.

The day before the talent show, Corinne and I confront Victoria outside the time out shack. Spinning around after she locks the door, it is obvious that she is surprised to see the two of us standing there.

"Can I help you?" She asks, launching into her power girl pose while wearing a mixture of arrogance and confidence on her face.

Looking at each other, we then look at Vicki.

"Actually, you can..." I say as Corinne pulls out a folder from behind her back and thrusts it right into the bimbo's big boobs.

"What the hell is this?" Victoria says angrily as she takes the manila envelope and opens it up. Pulling out the contents, The look on her face falls and when she looks up at us, all we see is fear.

Grinning back at her, we simply nod our heads towards the house and without a word she dually does what she is told.

The last night of camp is extra special because it is the last night that we will all be together. Because it is our final night together, the outdoor pavilion is decorated for a party. Up on the stage is a karaoke machine along with other instruments. The centerpiece is a big screen TV hoisted right behind and above so that way everyone can see what the person on stage is doing.

Hanging out together, Corinne and I are talking with the other counselors.

"So are you guys doing something for the talent show together?" The blonde counselor, who is pretty rude to me on the first day, asks.

"Sort of? What do you think?" I answer and then look at my partner in crime.

Smiling smugly, I can tell that she has been waiting for this day for a very long time. A VERY long time. "I guess, but our entry is not anything that we specifically are going to do, but what we have convinced somebody else to do." Corinne says.

"Like who?" Another counselor askS, not really interested, just asking more out of curiosity.

"The big boobs bitch herself, Victoria Black."

This announcement gets all of the counselors attention. Leaning in, we are soon bombarded with questions as to what and how.

We only have one answer for them.

"You'll see."

When we say that, they all look over at Victoria who is chatting it up with some of the guys as the director stands right beside her.

Moments later the lights dim around the pavilion and the stage lights illuminate. For the next 2 hours everyone gets to watch their fellow campers show off there abilities. Singing and dancing, playing music or even a magic show, it turned out that a few people were pretty good. Harry the Magnificent wasn't so magnificent unfortunately. When he went to guess the volunteer's card, he mucked it all up. Turns out he had an extra King of spades in his deck that he didn't realize was there. What an idiot!

The final act of the evening was reserved for the director's favorite counselor. In fact, she was always the last act and it was always the same act.

"Man, I feel Like a Woman" by Shania Twain.

Walking up onto the stage, Victoria is greeted by the loudest chorus of the night. Guys and girls alike may hate her, but they cannot deny her eternal beauty and over the top curves. When she walks across the stage she's smiling and waving as she holds her microphone in her hand. Already on the stage are five guys who are wearing similar outfits to the ones that were worn in Shania Twain's video. Red jumpsuits and every guy had to be muscular and very cute.

Was Victoria wearing the iconic outfit of her musical idol? No. She was wearing a little black skirt, a pair of fishnets, hooker heels and a tube top. Well, it wasn't really a tube top because there was a tie that went around her neck to make sure that it stayed up properly. No one, according to her, could ever lay eyes on her magnificent bosom. The only ones ever good enough to look at it were her and the man of her dreams. But of course, that didn't stop her from showing it off in excessively tight tops and shaking and bouncing them all over the stage.

With her hair down and wavy, and her face immaculate and perfect like usual, Victoria cracks a giant smile. She cannot help herself. She loves being adored and when the crowd starts chanting her name, she strikes a very sexy pose where everyone can see her goddess inspired endowments. Bent and turned in such a way, she is showing off all of her assets at one time. Smiling from ear to ear, she knows what everyone wants. They want to see tits and ass and that is what she has more than an abundance of.

"Are you guys ready?" She asks, holding the microphone to her lips as she looks at everybody with a cocky grin and fuck me eyes.

When she holds out the microphone everyone yells, the guys being the loudest of course, "YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!"

"YOU HEARD 'EM, KICK IT BRIAN!" Victoria screams into the microphone, signaling to the sound man to play her iconic, end of summer camp song.

Standing nearby, I look at him and he gives me a subtle nod. Switching out the video disc where Victoria dances along with Shania Twain's video, he inserts the *new* video that Corinne and I made just last night. Hitting both "plays" at the same time, the the video and the music starts to play simultaneously.

Starting her little dance number when the music starts, Victoria looks to the screen on the karaoke machine and waits for the lyrics to start lighting up. Making sure she dances to show off all of her curvy assets, she brings the microphone to her lips and starts to sing the first part of the song. Up on the big screen above her head, the music video made by Shania Twain plays like it always has played before. Out in the stands, the campers are dancing and singing along, shifting their gaze from the TV to the over endowed, redheaded sex pot shaking her stuff for hers, and their delight.

"Let's go girls, Come on!

I'm goin' out tonight, I'm feelin' alright,

Gonna let it all hang out..."

The moment that stanza is sung, the video suddenly changes to Victoria dancing in her bedroom... Naked.

"Wanna make some noise, really raise my voice

Yeah, I wanna scream and shout,

No inhibitions, make no conditions..."

Still singing, Victoria is really enjoying herself as she pumps her hips and shakes her tits. Little does she know that she is doing the same thing up on screen without a stitch of clothing. Looking from the hot woman on the stage to the joke of one on the TV screen, the crowd is momentarily confused. The woman certainly looks like Vicki, but what are those stuck to her chest? They certainly can't be her boobs, can they? Victoria Black is naturally stacked, right? Right!?

Dancing and twisting, another secret is revealed right below those big and jutting fake tits. Her belly. Sticking out and warbling all over the place, it's certainly in contrast to the ultra firm fake boobs that jiggle stiffly back and forth. This is not as much of a secret as Victoria would like to think it is. Everyone knows about her little baby bulge, just no one ever made a big deal about it. Now they are all looking from the video to her stiffly moving tits and a jiggle happy stomach. One revealed, the other hidden by her blouse.

"Get a little outta line

I ain't gonna act politically correct

I only wanna have a good time

The best thing about bein' a woman

Is the prerogative to have a little fun and

Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy..."

Panning out, the camera now reveals the entirety of Victoria's "hot" body. Huge fake boobs sticking out from her chest, baby belly bulge jiggling and now it is revealed that her butt, hips and pussy are nothing but foam!

Still dancing along to her very own video, Victoria is still completely in the dark. The crowd isn't anymore. At first it is fits of giggles here and there with elbows being bumped into other people's sides and subtle pointing. As the ridiculousness seems to continue with Victoria obviously not aware of what's going on right above her head, the crowd finally explodes into gut-wrenching laughter!

"Forget I'm a lady...

Men's shirts... short skirts?

Ummm..."

At first Victoria is confused. No one has ever reacted to her routine this way before. Usually everyone is cheering and dancing along! This causes her to nearly forget the lyrics.

Oh, oh, oh, really go wild!

Uhhh... Yeah, doin' it in style!"

Finally having enough, Victoria lowers the microphone as the music and singing continues behind her! Turns out that she's been lip syncing! No longer giving a damn if people think she can sing or not, she finally marches forward in frustration and then turns around and looks up. The moment sees herself flaunting her fake curves uncovered in the sanctuary of her palatial bedroom, she immediately spins around and starts screaming!

"NOOOOOOOO!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! WHAT IS THIS?! THIS ISN'T ME! WHO'S MADE THIS? I SWEAR TO GOD THIS IS ALL PHOTOSHOP! I DON'T DO ANY OF THAT! SOMEONE IS OUT TO GET TO GET ME!!" Completing her case, it falls on deaf ears. "THIS IS NOT FUNNY!" Even though she is saying this to the public who is no longer enchanted by her store-bought body, she is staring directly at Corinne and I. The look of pure hatred radiating at us is unmistakable.

I can't blame her. We kind of promised her that if she made the video then we would never show it, or the pictures, or the video of her having sex with the director to anyone.

I guess you can say, we lied.

Still standing on stage purely pissed off, Victoria starts screaming into the microphone again. "FUCKING TURN THIS BULLSHIT OFF! TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF!!!"

Laughing a little bit longer, it doesn't take long for the crowd to start grumbling. How many times have they been punished for swearing and for cheating their looks? And now Miss Disciplinarian is breaking all of the rules.

Standing to the side is the rest of the counselors. Listening to the de facto cop literally break the law and then seeing the evidence that maybe she is not as wholesome as she pretends to be, spurs them into action.

Seeing her fellow counselors walking up the steps to the stage, Victoria thinks they are coming to her defense. "THAT'S RIGHT, GET UP HERE AND HELP ME! EVERYBODY HERE IS LAUGHING AT A LIE! I KNOW WHO DID IT, IT WAS WENDY AND CORINNE! THEY MADE THAT VIDEO! I KNOW IT FOR A FACT! TWO OF YOU GO GET THEM AND THROW THEM IN TIMEOUT! THEY WON'T BE GETTING OUT OF THERE UNTIL IT IS TIME TO LEAVE IN THE MORNING!"

Forming a line behind her, the blonde and the brunette enforcers of Victoria's will and power step forward and flank either side of her. In position, one holds out her hand for the microphone. Stupidly, Victoria hands it to her.

Bringing it to her lips, the blonde looks at us and then speaks. "Is that so? Well... If it's true then the both of you will be going to time out." She says and then turns towards Victoria who is standing there with her fists on her waist, her tits pushed out imperiously while wearing a supreme look of arrogance on her face. "I just have one question. How do you know, Vicki?"

The video already cut and the laughter gone, the audience looks at Vicki whose face literally falls.

"What do you mean, how do I know? The evidence was literally right up there on that TV!" Victoria says and turns around to point at it.

With her back turned, the two girls nod at each other and quickly pull down the zipper to Victoria's sexy black skirt. It instantly falls to reveal her thick and round foam butt split by nothing but a g string! It’s quite something to see that fake bubble butt sticking out above a pair of fishnet stockings that are supposed to be sexy. Now they only enhance the mockery that she so rightfully deserves.

What is the crowd’s reaction? Stunned silence. It is then that I realize that they thought the video was funny. They still didn't believe that Victoria was a fraud! Now that the authenticity of the video has been confirmed, their silence is deafening.

Struggling not to laugh, the two girls stand there and watch as Victoria turns back around to address the crowd and point out the accused all over again. "I want them apprehended right NOW!"

It is shocking to see the counselors holding their composure given that their defacto leader is literally standing there with half of her lies exposed. Because Vicki's panties are so skimpy and small, the little triangle of her underwear is covering only a fraction of her big looking pussy and over the top pubic hair. This means that her foam mound and enhanced lips are hanging out on either side. "I don't know Victoria, just because the video exists doesn’t mean that they made it. However, it does appear that maybe the video was telling the truth."

As the blonde counselor says this, the brunette is already sliding her hand behind Victoria's neck and untying the little string. When it falls, she quickly works the tube top down over the redhead's epic tits. How is she getting away with this? Because Victoria can't feel a thing.

"OH GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK! LIKE *I* STUFF!" Victoria shrills unaware at her skirt is in a puddle around her excessively tall high heels, now joined by her tube top which is sitting just underneath her giant boobs.

Wearing a black, see through strapless bra decorated with little hearts all over the cups, everyone can see that Victoria's fun bags are indeed nothing but silicone!

*Pop!*

When the bra is unceremoniously unhooked and literally flies from her chest, does she finally look down and see everything. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! DON'T LOOK AT ME!" Screaming at the top of her lungs, Victoria's efforts to cover up and cower make her look all the more ridiculous!

With every camper now laughing hysterically, the blonde looks down at the former big boobs bitch and delivers the verdict. "Victoria Elaine Black. You are hereby sentenced to one night in time out for lying, stuffing your bra, faking your body, swearing and wearing excessively tight clothing that is inappropriate and now, public nudity." Hearing this, the crowd erupts in a chorus of joy, clapping and cheering! Looking to the counselors who are all laughing, the blonde smirks she holds the microphone to her lips one last time. "I need a couple of volunteers to step forward and ensure that Victoria serves her punishment. Also the boobs and stuff need to be confiscated too."

The moment she feels hands tighten around her arms, Victoria explodes! "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M VICTORIA BLACK! I'M SEXY! I'M BUSTY! I'M WAY SEXIER THAN ANY OF YOU! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M THE BIG BOOBS BITCH, I'M THE BIG BOOBS BITCH! WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Bawling like a baby, Victoria is kicking her feet like a child as she wiggles and worms in a futile effort to get free while pissing uncontrollably!

As she is carted off, everyone is rejoicing. Dancing and clapping, cheering and whooping, they all have something to say as the former Queen is hauled away to the dungeons.

*Epilogue*

The final morning finally comes. It's going to be hard saying goodbye to this place. Camp Winnemuatachi has more than lived up to its promise to give me a summer of memories that I will never forget. Sure, the camping was kind of fun and getting to know new people, but between you and me, I think you know exactly what memories I am going to cherish. Looking over at the parking lot, the buses are lined up and waiting. There's also a new addition to the typical signs that point people in the right direction and the big bulletin board where the announcements and schedules are placed.

A big "For Sale" sign now dominates the view.

Hastily erected last night, I found out that all of the counselors were sent an email stipulating that the camp was up for sale and that there is no guarantee that any of them will have a job next summer. Corinne didn't care, she deleted the email and looked happy. In fact all of the counselors were happy that morning as we all gathered on the big open field with our things packed and ready to go.

The only counselor who didn't look happy was Victoria. Standing a few feet away from the group that she used to be in the center of, she is wearing her ball cap and aviators, but the big pout is unmistakable. Wearing her iconic t-shirt and little shorts, her arms are crossed tightly over her chest. Without the giant boobs, fake butt and pussy filling out her clothes, she looks like a pipsqueak instead of the domineering and over endowed enchantress that she used to be.

As the campers pick up their things and head for the buses, no one pays any attention to her, a far cry from what it used to be when all eyes would **** necks to be strained to get one last look at the goddess before the camp disappeared behind them.

The last one to get on, I look back to see Victoria wiping away a tear as a wet spot appears and then rapidly grows in the crotch of her shorts.

It is that final image, of a dictator knocked down, that lives with me for the rest of my days.