Sabrina takes a shower

“Oh, that´s much better.” Sabrina moans in the shower room. You are prowling outside her stall. Her clothes and some towels she took from the (now open) laundry room hang outside. Time to act before she-

“Errr, counselor. Didn´t you say that we should not spy on other´s people showers?”

“Shush Lucy, I´m working… Actually, you can help me! Why don’t you grab all the towels you can find and take them to the laundry room? I´m afraid we found …bugs. Yeah, nasty bugs on them. They need to be cleaned.”

“Oh my god, is it lice? I´m on it!” The scared camper begins to put all the towels she can find on a plastic bag that she had handy for some reason.

“When you are done, don´t forget to lock the laundry room!”

“Sure thing!” Now you are free to continue with the other part of the plan. You grab all of Sabrina´s clothes and exit the bath after leaving her only a small note. The garments soon go into your closet, where you can keep a close eye on them. Returning to the scene of the crime, you write a little note for Sabrina and walk away. Now, it´s only a matter of waiting.

“Excuse me.” While you are waiting at the entrance of your cabin, Lucy and a sizeable number of campers, around half of them to be exact, approach with concern. “We are worried about the lice infestation. What is the camp doing about it? Are we safe? Do we have a special shampoo or something?”

“My cousin got lice once. They had to cut all of his hair.”

“I can´t shave my head! My beautiful golden locks!”

“Calm down, no one is getting a haircut. There are no lice, so disper-“

“EEEEEP! You tart!” You hear a distant shriek coming from the showers. Seems like Sabrina found your note.

“Actually, stay for a bit, would ya? Let´s talk about this problem!”

“Where are the fucking towels? Did she also lock the laundry room? Of course she did. Fuck, someone’s coming.” You focus to hear Sabrina´s misadventures on the other side of the camp.

“Why is this bush so prickly? I can´t stay here much longer, EEP! What are you staring at? Go back to …camping?”

“I was looking at your ass, but now I´m more interested in your breasts.”

“Take a picture, will you? It will last longer! Eek! I didn’t mean it! Give me that phone!”

“Come and get it, nudie.”

“Get back here! Aah! Hi, e-everyone? Enjoying your lunch? Oh gosh, why are so many people eating here…. Look away!”

“Your face is very red, Sabrina. Are you sick?”

“I´m not sick, I´m blushing, you dumb… Deep breaths, s-screw this! I don’t have much time!”

Lucy tugs your arm. “Did you even hear a word I said?”

You shrug. “Something about lice being bad?”

“I can´t believe it, and you are supposed to be our counc…” You tune out the campers. There is something far more interesting going on.

“Eeek! Oof! Who put an anthill here?”

Lucy tugs harder. “I knew it! You aren´t listening to us! How d…”

“Give me that sweater!

“No, it’s mine, Sabrina! Counselors shouldn’t steal clothes from the campers!”

“Can´t you see that this is an emergency? Ah! How are you this strong? Ack! Sorry, put that branch down, ow! This is hardly appropriate, Ouch! O-ok, I´m going.”

Then, she appears. Her hair is messy, her smooth legs splashed with mud. Your rival´s hands are clutched over her luscious breasts, although this leaves her shaven sex and bountiful behind exposed to the eyes of the camp. The blonde is biting her red lips; her cheeks flushed with the same color.

Sabrina looks like the picture of misery as she saunters towards you. The campers assembled at your step gasp when they see the sorry state of their counselor.

“Don’t you dare cut even aaaH!” Just before she can reach the cabin, Sabrina´s feet trip, and she falls face-first into a puddle of mud. Most campers’ can´t help but chuckle, even if a few wince in sympathy.

With their laughter ringing like an alarm, Sabrina doesn´t dare to stand up. She plants her juicy bottom on the mud and hugs her legs. The essentials are covered, except for her butt crack. “Please don´t cut my clothes into shreds,” she weakly asks.

Well, it seems like your little lie worked. “How does it feel, Sabrina? How does it feel to flash your breasts in front of the whole camp?”

“…Not good.”

“And?”

“Mortifying.”

“Sucks, isn´t it? So you can imagine how I felt running around the lake all day.”

“…Yes.”

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

You can tell that Sabrina is having an intense mental battle. Her face contorts into a myriad of expressions in quick succession. “…Sorry. Let´s start anew, ok? Can I have my clothes back? Please don´t turn on the shredder…”

You can´t do that as there is no shredder, just a lie that you made to make Sabrina streak here as fast as she could. Well, you have humiliated your enemy in front of the whole camp and turned the tables. Do you let this lie, or do you push it further?