KD - Chapter 2

FUTA is big, and the parking lot just outside camp is absolutely packed. There’s a lot going on. In fact, it’s chaos. The camp is a huge property, surrounded by beautiful, forested hills. The FUTA people have obviously made a lot of upgrades: the soccer fields now look much more professional, with stands and everything. There are cameras, soundstages—the whole place is turning into one giant TV studio.

There’s a dining hall and fitness center, and several other buildings. There are tons of employees. The players have to sleep in old-fashioned camp cabins, just like kids at summer camp—although the cabins have been modernized with central air and stuff.

You work for the FUTA Corporation now, but the different kinds of employees are broken up into little departments. You work for Pink Shift, which is supervised by a woman named Rita. She’s about Riley’s size, thirty years old or so, Black, and wears her hair in a ponytail. She actually seems really nice, not like a mean, no-nonsense person, but there’s a bit of that stern, bossy vibe from her because it seems like she’s insanely busy and doesn’t have enough people.

Her office is in the admin building, and she seems to hate the secretary in the reception area, a woman named Lisa.

Rita gives you an employee handbook, helps you do your paperwork, then gives you a quick rundown of what you have to do, and hands you your employee phone. You basically just log into the system on the phone and see what your duties are there. You just… do the stuff, and then you’re done until your next shift. It’ll probably be hard work, but it’s simple enough that an idiot can do it. That’s why there’s basically no training.

She gets you set up and sends you to your new home, which is a big disappointment. There’s this whole little village of tiny cottages where camp counselors must have stayed when this was a real camp. You have to share one of these with another worker. You were hoping for some privacy, but… oh well. The job never promised you a cool palace to live in. But you know, you came here at least partly for thirst-related reasons. You need a place of your own for that… you don’t want a roommate. You’ll have a roommate when you go to college later this year.

It kind of blows, but it’s still exciting. It’s a beautiful, hot day, and the camp is buzzing with activity. There’s just so much energy in the air. It’s fun just being there. You pass a tent, where a couple FUTA video editors are working on a trailer. There’s this player on the screen that you’ve seen before. She’s tall and strong, and she has beautiful, tanned skin and dark hair. Even in normal soccer shorts there’s a bulge that gives her away as being like Riley. She’s a goddess. If anyone can turn you gay, it’s her. You wonder if you’ll get to meet her.

You pause. “What’s her name?” you ask the editors.

“Adella,” one of them replies distractedly.

Adella, huh? Yeah… now that you’re here, the thirst is real. You go the rest of your way to your cabin, where you are instantly reminded of why you don’t want a roommate. The cabin is just one room with two beds in it, and a bathroom, and of course you walk in on nudity. This is why you don’t like this kind of arrangement—this will no doubt happen to you at some point.

But you aren’t shy, and neither is this girl.

She’s still damp, obviously just having gotten out of the shower. A towel lies on the ground. She’s taller than you, and her hair has blonde highlights. She has a great tan, and some tattoos of flowers going up her left thigh, all the way up to her hip.

It’s cute. She looks up as you come in, bent over as she’s pulling up clean underwear. She’s getting dressed, probably about to go to work. She yanks her gray, cotton panties up, breasts swaying.

“Hi,” she says.

“Hi,” you reply. “Sorry.”

“I left it unlocked,” she replies with a shrug. This place is all women. There’s nothing here that you all haven’t seen before. She’s putting on her bra. “Are you Kayla?” She clips it on and sticks out her hand.

“Yup,” you say, shaking her hand.

“I’m Tiffany. And I have to go. But nice to meet you.” She gives you a little wave, then hurries back to her bed, where a pair of red shorts is waiting. She tugs them on quickly, then the black polo shirt with the FUTA symbol on the back and on the breast.

You have the same uniform, but your shorts are pink because you’re on Pink Shift. Tiffany must be with Red Shift. She struggles into her top and puts on sandals.

“Bye,” she says, and rushes out the door. That was quick.

This place is like that. Busy.

Her half of the room is pretty messy, but at least she hasn’t touched yours. You don’t have much to unpack, so you put on your own uniform: pink shorts and a polo just like Tiffany’s. She just rushed out, but you go into the bathroom, which still smells like peach body wash, to check your appearance and make sure your hair and makeup are good.

Your phone is beeping at you. You check all the text messages from your mom. She’s freaking out about you doing this. It’s kind of funny, but you have a feeling she won’t mind so much when she realizes she has the house to herself. Besides, you can drive home whenever you want. It’s only a couple hours.

Time to get to work. There’s already a long list of things to do in your phone.

You go back out into the room, and notice the object on Tiffany’s bed: a big, wand-shaped back massager. Everyone knows that nobody uses those things on their backs. She just left this out? It’s like leaving a dildo out.

Dear diary,

It’s your girl, Kayla. I’ve been here twenty minutes and already seen my roommate naked. At least I didn’t walk in on her banging, but she left a back massager out, so it’s like… girl, I see you. She’s kind of a cheerleader-type. She dates a guy named Logan and spends all her pay on skincare products. Just guessing. I met my boss, too. She seems OK, but really busy. Her name’s Rita, and she looks just like a stressed-out Kerry Washington. I haven’t seen Riley yet. She still doesn’t know that I’m here. I told mom not to tell her. Dad doesn’t even know I’m here, by the way. We’ll see how long it takes him to figure it out.