The Nurse From The Front Desk

Sam waded through the center of camp until he saw a familiar face. The blonde nurse who had been sitting at the front desk came walking down the path from the lab. She had already started to remove her blue scrub top as their eyes met; she gave him a grin before lifting the shirt over her head, revealing an extremely revealing red bikini top. She threw the top off to the side and made a bee-line right for Sam.

"Hey new guy," she said as she approached. "Remember me?"

"How could I forget the last person I saw before jumping down the rabbit hole, Sam said as looked her up and down. "But..."

"Charlene," the nurse interrupted. "Pleasure to meet you again." Her eyes hungrily wandered up and down his body. So I take it you're getting adjusted to all this?" She gestured widely, lifting and separating her breasts, as well as inadvertently smacking someone in the back.

"Yeah... Sort of," Sam said. "Actually, if you have a second, I could use your help: I have Arts and Crafts," as he told his little story he looked down, then back up at her again as if to signal innocence. "But I don't know where it's being held or how to get there. Any chance you could help me out?"

Charlene's grin, already warm, turned positively sultry. She closed the small gap between them and touched his chest.

"Aren't you adorable. Sure, I can take you there," she said. "but I need something from you first."

"Like what?" He asked, eyebrow raised.

"I just got finished my shift and I'm reallllllly hungry," she purred, rubbing her soft hand against his groin. "Why don't you make a me a nice, creamy milkshake?"