Brooke gets all washed up

Next thing, Brooke Thompson knew, she was being escorted to a building on the outskirts of Camp Morningwood that seemed to be reserved exclusively for showers.

There seemed to be no place inside for dressing or undressing. Instead, Brooke's boss Margaret Booth simply turned on a shower faucet and gestured for Brooke to start getting undressed.

"Right here?" asked Brooke. "Right now?"

"Oh, don't act so shy, Brooke," said Margaret. "I know the type of women you hang out with. Your 'friend' Montana might be impressed with your attempts at false modesty but I'm not. Now get undressed. And be grateful I did not choose to get out a washtub so that I could bathe you in full view of the camp."

Brooke reluctantly turned her back and started unbuttoning her blouse. For some reason, she had expected Ms. Booth to be a bit more conservative in the way she treated her female employees but apparently she was wrong.

"Come on already," said Margaret. "I don't have all day. And from what I can tell, it's not like your rack is all that impressive. Any smaller and you'd be wearing a training bra."

Brooke gritted her teeth and unhooked her bra, ignoring all the snarky comments Margaret was making about her breasts as she did so.

She's just jealous, thought Brooke as she started unzipping her skirt. It's not like Margaret has the looks of a woman that most guys would like to see undressed.

"Enough already," said Margaret. "You got undressed this far. You might as well go ahead and get fully naked."

Her cheeks blushing, Brooke lowered her panties and stepped out of her last item of clothing. Now she was officially naked.

Not that Brooke had minded being naked before, especially in the shower room at the gym. At least not when she was by herself. But here it seemed different. Here it was like she was having to put on a show for Margaret and no matter what she did, Margaret was not pleased.

Margaret gestured toward the running shower and started rubbing some soap on a small washcloth. Brooke bowed her head to avoid hitting the shower head and covered her small but attractive breasts with her bare arms as she plunged her head into the shower water.

Margaret started rubbing the soap-filled washcloth on Brooke's bare back and for a while, it felt good. Very good.

Then Margaret started rubbing the washcloth on lower portions of Brooke's body. Especially her lower back. And that part of her body that was below her lower back...

Then Margaret rubbed it on Brooke's front as well, taking great care to totally scrub Brooke's chest and shoulders.

Then without even asking, Margaret started rubbing the washcloth below Brooke's belly-button, all the while talking about Brooke being a very dirty girl.

Margaret kept moving the washcloth lower and lower.

Surely she's not going to touch me there, thought Brooke.

And yet the washcloth kept going lower. And lower. And lower...