Wait for a ranger to come by...

You head around the corner, trying to look confident and unselfconscious in your nakedness. You lean against the wall of the cottage with your arms cross under your breasts. Eventually, one of the rangers comes in to view and you wave at him and smile in such a way as to acknowledge the awkwardness of your situation without actually seeming awkward.

“Good afternoon sir, I seem to have misplaced some of my… things. I understand that you may have some of them?” You ask, trying to be polite and confident.

“Well, er… let me go inside and check. I take it your clothes are among the items missing?” the ranger asks.

“Actually, I was on the beach, and some frat boys decided it would be funny to take my clothes while I was swimming. They left a note saying they’d brought everything else here, but I’m pretty sure they took my clothes with them,” you say, figuring the slight lie is pretty plausible.

“Well, whatever the case, you know you’re not supposed to be using the beach with a permit,” the ranger sounded unsure of himself, put off balance by your forthrightness.

“I totally understand sir, why don’t we just step inside your cottage here and talk about what how we can help each other out,” you say, stepping towards him slightly.

The ranger opens the door for you and you quickly take in the cottage, seeing your stuff on the desk, you walk over to it and lean against the desk.

“So, what can I do for you, sir?” You ask, giving the ranger a meaningful look.

“Well, I guess the cottage could really stand to be cleaned up a little bit” the ranger said, looking a little sheepish.

“The cottage… could use… some cleaning?” You ask, now a little confused yourself.
“Sure, there’s a broom over in the corner, and a duster in that cabinet. Just clean for an hour or so and we’ll call it even.” The ranger has taken a seat behind the desk and taken up a magazine.

“I think maybe you didn’t understand me. I’ll be happy to do… whatever you want. Are you sure you want me to clean?” You come around the desk to say this, and pull the top of magazine down a little bit so that you’re the ranger can get a good look at you.

“No, cleaning is just fine. Please just be sure to dust the window sills, thanks,” the ranger was quite emphatic, raising his magazine back up.

You shrug to yourself, go over the cabinet and grab the duster. You clean for an hour, trying to be as sexy as you can, sticking your butt out everywhere, squeezing your breasts together whenever possible, but the ranger never even looks up. Afterwards, the ranger hands you your towel, book, and wallet and you head back down to the beach feeling a little frustrated. You lay out your towel and take a nice nap.