What kind of game?

“What kind of game?” you ask.

“Close the door,” she says.

“Oh god.” You go and close it, then return and perch expectantly on the edge of her desk. She grins and turns the stack of photos around to show you.

One by one, she starts to go through them, showing you each one.

These are candid photos, but not like yours. Yours are taken when the girls are in private, and these are obviously from when players are practicing, or in games. The faces are not visible. These photos are zoomed in tight on one thing: bulges in shorts. It looks like Jade took pictures of every girl with a dick in the whole camp, or close to it.

Sweaty, smooth legs… panty lines printing through shorts, bulges. Jade doesn’t come off like a horny monster, it takes a certain type of person to put on a long lens and take photos like this. There is a zero percent chance that Jade won’t be saving copies of these photos and touching herself at home while she looks at them.

“What am I doing here?” you ask.

“Which one is the best?” Annette asks with a shrug, giving you a playful look.

“The best for who?” This is obviously a marketing thing. It’s also Annette being horny, but this must be work-related. “Are we appealing to boys or girls?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, this is Adella.” You show her a photo that’s tanned legs and a magnificent bulge. “You want to get girls wet, you show them her. But if you want boys,” you go on, flipping through the photos. “You show them Riley.” You tap that photo. The bulge is a bit more modest.

“Why?”