A Woman with a clipboard

Sam and Cassie walked into a long, empty room with two rows of full-size beds. Next to each perfectly made mattress was a set of square, cubby-style shelves with various sex toys, lubes, colognes and a stack of identical camp uniforms. At the foot of each bed, a silver foot locker held... something. Mounted over each bed was a large flat-screen TV. At the far end were two bathroom entrances, one for showers and another for toilets. Right at the entrance, a spiral staircase and a door that said "meeting room."

A hispanic woman in a white blouse and black pencil skirt was sitting in a chair pulled up by one of the beds at the end of the room, writing notes on a clipboard. When she noticed Sam and Cassie, she beckoned them over to her and stood to receive them.

"Well hello there," the woman said in a pleasant, but composed voice. "You must Sam Archer. My name is Dr. Priscilla Gutierrez, I'm going to be your psychiatric consultant here at camp. I wanted to be here to greet you and make sure you're feeling ok during this delicate transition."

She extended her hand, and they shook. As she leaned forward to do so, Sam noticed the doctor had the top two buttons undone on her blouse, giving him an eyeful of her tremendous cleavage. Given by their stiffness, he guessed she had implants — DDs, at least.

"It's g-g-good to meet you," Sam said, clearly nervous. Cassie rubbed his arm in sympathy.

"You seem flustered, Mr. Archer," Dr. Gutierrez said. "I think we spend a little time talking about what's happened before we introduce you to any more aspects of the camp."

"Ok..." Sam replied.

"Normally I meet with my patients in my office," she said, "but we can also speak freely here in the bunk. Which would you prefer?"