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After about 45 minutes, Kate had packed her own shower bag and made her way to the meeting spot. She stepped into the building that had been divided into boys bathrooms, and showers on one side, and girls on the other. The shower room was dingy to say the least. Dilapidated wood paneling adorned most of the room, except for the concrete bricks that made up the shower stalls. Claire leaned against a wall in one of the camp’s signature small towels. Her tanned butt cheeks barely peeked out the bottom, and if she started walking, her pussy lips would probably also be visible.

“I’ve been thinking. This whole Jason situation. There ain't no way he’s back.” Katelyn’s heart sank. “But you saw the cabin too, Claire. His name was right on that bag.” “Now I aint saying there never was anyone by the name of Jason Vorhees, but you heard the story. Whoever is doing this has to be one of the boys.” Katelyn wanted to yell at the southern woman, but couldn’t find the words. “Listen, maybe… Maybe if we get more proof I’ll believe it, but for now please keep this to yourself.”

Just like that Claire turned to leave, providing a tantalizing view of her jiggling booty. Katelyn almost found her mouth watering before she snapped out of it, and decided to take a shower. Outside, Claire had decided to make the walk back to her cabin in just the towel. Sure it was risky, but she only had about a two minute walk back, as her cabin was the closest one to the showers. Claire had already made this walk several times, and normally didn’t feel any fear about it. For some reason though this time it felt different.

The sun was starting to sink below the trees, and a breeze caressed her lady bits. Claire picked up the pace, and she swore she could hear a faint ch ch ch ha ha ha. Now Claire felt like she was being watched, and memories of their trip to the cabin earlier filled her mind. Claire wanted to run, and was about to, when she felt her towel unravel from her body. The air licked at her nipples, and played with the treasure between her legs. The tan woman threw a hand over her cooch, and turned around to pick up her towel. She was already embarrassed at the wardrobe malfunction, so when she turned around to see an absolute mountain of a man, she let out two screams for two different reasons.

At first she screamed because she was being seen naked by someone, then she screamed again, this time much louder as she realized who this man was. Jason Vorhees threw down the towel he had snatched, and grabbed Claire by the wrist. His ragged gloved hand scratched uncomfortably against Claire's skin, and soon the buxom babe was thrown over Jason’s knee. She could barely make out a pair of eyes behind the hockey mask that hid her assailant's face, and in them she could find not a single trace of mercy.

In his other hand Jason held a machete, and instead of using it the way Claire was expecting it to be used. A sickening slap filled the twilight air. Claire tried to scream out, but instead her voice was muffled by a pair of familiar red panties, Katelyn's panties. Claire tried to shout an apology for wedgieng the poor brunette earlier, but Jason did not let up. His machete let off smack after smack against Claire’s sizable cheeks, and now they were a rosy shade of red. After about 50 sickening spankings did Jason let Claire go, and immediately she ran to her cabin to pack her bags.