ID Day 6 - Spying is wrong...

Spying... spying is wrong, right?

"We should do the right thing," you say to Olga.

She seems to think about it.

"Maybe you are right," she says, giving you a smile. She gets up and goes back to her own bed. You really like the tattoos that cover Olga's body, and you would like to get to know her. Maybe not tonight... it looks like everyone will go to sleep soon.

Someone knocks on the cabin door, and Feng answers it, revealing one of the producers. It's the goth-looking one with piercings and tattoos... kind of like Olga's, but not as cool. Her name is Clara. You don't really know anything about her.

"Can I come in?" she asks.

"Who are you asking?" Beth replies.

"Your captain, I guess," Clara answers.

"Come in," Adella says from her bed, not even looking away from her phone.

Clara enters the cabin, and you see Jill sitting on her bed, watching the older woman pass with... what? Suspicion?

But Clara is coming straight to you. You close your legs and sit up, intrigued. She comes right to your bed and leans on the top bunk, looking down at you.

"You want to take a little ride with me?" she asks you directly.

"Am I in trouble?" you ask, confused.

"No!" Clara laughs. "No. It's a business thing. If you want to sleep, we can do it tomorrow."

No! You have to be brave and do these things... that is what Riley and Angela were helping you learn.

"OK," you say. You are about to go on and say you need to get dressed, but Clara looks delighted and takes your hand, pulling you off the bed and to the door. Oh gosh... you tug at your t-shirt to keep yourself covered as you pass the other girls and go outside.

There is a golf cart waiting. Clara gets in and turns it on. You gingerly sit beside her, holding the hem of your shirt and keeping your legs together. You really should have said something, but she is already driving.

You cruise quietly past the other cabins, then past the coach and staff cabins... out onto a real road.

"Nice night," Clara remarks. "That one really cold day was so weird. Where did that come from?"

You turn into a winding driveway, and arrive at a beautiful house, all lit up in the dark.

Clara takes you up to the porch and opens the door. The house is very nice... American houses are interesting! Clara seems puzzled.

"Where the hell are they?" she mutters, taking your hand and leading you to an enclosed patio behind the house, where three women are soaking in a hot tub, wearing swimsuits.

It's the other two producers: a young blonde named Tracy, wearing a pink bikini. A brunette named Faith, who wears a white, one-piece suit, and an older blonde you don't know... she's in her forties, but still has a nice figure. Her bikini is black.

"Is this a good place for a business meeting?" Clara asks.

"Who cares?" Tracey asks, taking a drink from a cocktail. "What player doesn't want to relax? Come on in," she says to you. "You want a drink?"

You feel yourself turning red. "I did not bring a suit," you say.

"We don't care," the older blonde says.

"It's fine," Clara tells you. She sees you tugging nervously on your shirt and pulls it up, exposing your thick, plentiful curls of blonde pubic hair. She drops it.

"Whoa! Sorry," she says. "I didn't know."

"You brought her here with no underwear?" the older blonde asks, giving Clara a look.

"I didn't know!"

"Did you kidnap her?" Tracey asks.

Clara groans. "Whatever. Make room. Come on, Ingrid." She starts taking off her clothes.

"Solidarity," Faith says dryly.

"Oh, it's that kind of party?" Tracey asks, and Faith nudges her.

"Shush," the brunette says, starting to take off her suit. To your surprise, the others are too... The older blonde pulls her black bikini bottoms out of the water and drops them over the side, then opens her top, revealing her round breasts. Faith peels her suit off, and beside you, Clara is stepping out of her underwear and dropping it on the pile of clothes on the floor. They are all naked in the hot tub.

Bright red, you take off your t-shirt, and climb in... it's pretty crowded with five of you. You can feel Faith's body on your right, and Clara's on your left.

"Now business," Tracey says ironically, finishing her drink and pouring another.

You sit in the water stiffly with your hands in your lap. You used to be comfortable with nudity, but that was before... you know. Riley and Angela. Now there's... quite a view in front of you. You try not to stare.

"Yes, business," the older blonde says. "Ingrid, I'm Annette. I run this athletics camp. We have programs for some different sports, including soccer. Or football, for you. We have a little business plan, and now you know that it involves this new television project that we're testing out this summer. Part of that is going to be promoting it. You know. Marketing."

"OK," you say. You kind of understand.

"We are going to need three... or maybe as many as five girls who will be kind of... the face of FUTA," Clara says.

"We really want you to be one of them," Annette says, looking straight at you.

"What does this mean?" you ask.

"It means your face would be on everything. On TV, on billboards... ads and things like that. To start," Annette says.

Oh. Wow! That's... overwhelming. You stiffen up even more, and your heart starts pounding. You thought it was scary when you signed the contract just to play in the league and appear in the TV things...

"What do you say?" Clara asks.

You... don't say anything.

"You broke her," Tracey says.

"Is she OK?" Annette asks worriedly.

"You know this is the one with the... you know," Tracey says. "When she's nervous? Remember?"

"Oh! This is her?" Annette asks. "Faith, help her relax."

Faith touches your wrist under the water... you realize that without knowing it, your hand made its way between your legs.

"I am sorry," you say, about to flee the hot tub... She pulls your hand out from between your legs, and slides hers in insteady. You gasp as her fingers find your engorged clit. Full of embarrassment, you still can't do anything because you jerk as she touches you, your breasts splashing water as they all watch.

Faith is gentle, but firm. You squeeze your thighs around her hand, but she doesn't stop.

"It's OK," she whispers in your ear. "Relax."

Your back arches, sloshing water out of the tub. They are all still watching. Your hands reach out, grabbing for anything, but in the crowded hot tub you only find flesh. Fingers lace with yours and hold your hands... you aren't even sure who it is while pleasure shoots from between your legs, up through your chest to your brain.

"Ahh..." you moan.

"Don't make her wait, Faith," Clara says, and Faith pinches your clit. You shriek and buck your hips, your orgasm rocking your body.

"Shh. Shh," Faith says, and Clara is on your other side... their hands are on your body, and stroking your hair as you try to get your breath.

A few minutes go by...

"I think she's perfect for the part," Annette says to Tracey.