Go work

The drive down to Crystal Lake is always a bitch at night. It’s all gravel roads, and there’s nothing but your headlights to help you out. The camp itself is primitive as fuck, so you park in the dark, horrible lot and have to walk the rest of the way. The only guide that you have is the light from the counselors’ cabin.

Their cabin is just a little better than the cabins that the players have to stay in after they lose their Friday games. It has four private bedrooms, four private bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. To be fair, it’s almost as terrible as the rest of the camp. The cabin itself is horrible, but there’s privacy. And you haven’t seen the counselor payscale, but FUTA pays well.

You just assume that you should be bitter about it. You wish you could be a Crystal Lake counselor.

You don’t use your phone for light. You get your camera gear out of your car. Annette wanted horny counselors? Fine. You hired horny counselors: four of them. Kate, Meg, Claudette, and Nea. Two of them have cocks. You figure there’s a decent chance of getting a juicy shot here.

See, the downside to a great job is that great jobs are often boring. Bored people have to pass the time somehow, and while they probably know each other now, these girls were strangers when you helped hire them.

You haven’t put the time and effort into the counselor cabin that you have with the Lodge, but that’s OK. You get your camera ready and creep up, ready to do your job.

Both your jobs.