The main office

Once certain that you were not being followed, you headed for the camp's main office. The main office was actually a tiny little building, with a reception desk that doubled as a work space for administrative tasks. A few beige filing cabinets were arranged against one wall.

Inside the office Cindy was sitting behind the desk, going through some paperwork. She was wearing her reading glasses as she paged through a pile of documents. She was wearing her counselor's uniform, a button-up khaki shirt similar to the one given to all the campers, plus matching khaki pants. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was up in a pony tail.

Cindy stopped what she was doing and looked up at you as soon as you crossed the threshold of her door, waiting for you to speak. You opened you mouth to explain yourself, but it took you a few moments to say anything. You were overwhelmed by Cindy's presence, even as she sat at her desk nonchalantly, waiting for you to ask whatever you wanted to ask.

After all, Cindy was a full decade older than you, taller than you, stronger and more fit than you, and her D-cup breasts were significantly larger than yours. Not that you wanted bigger breasts, obviously.

"Counselor Cindy, I need your help!" you said nervously, clasping your hands behind your back.

"Does this concern Sylvia?" she asked in a motherly tone. "Yes..." you replied.

"I thought as much" said Cindy as she stood up from her desk. "She is well known as a troublemaker among the counselors"

Knowing that Sylvia had a reputation helped to put you at ease. You still weren't sure if Cindy would believe everything you were about to tell her, but you had to go for it.

"Is there somewhere we can talk?" you asked, feeling slightly less nervous.

"Sure" replied Cindy.