Avery, the Brunette

Sam checked out the girl who volunteered. She was extremely thin and her legs were well muscled. She couldn't have been older than 20, her light brown hair tied back in a pony tail. She wore denim shorts, containing next to nothing of her massive, muscled ass. Her B Cups were held in place by an extremely tight camp tee.

"Hi, my name is Avery," the girl said. "Follow me."

Avery led Sam through a side door that led to a room with an orange contraption that resembled a vending machine.

"Here!" Avery said, pointing to a keypad on the device, "Type your name here and then press enter."

"Ok..." Sam said, clacking away at the keyboard. "Done." The glass face of the machine lit up as the machine booted up.

"Start typing what you need. The machine will auto suggest things as you type." Avery said. Sam typed "pills" and hit enter. He heard clanking like gears turning and saw the door at the bottom open. He reached down and picked up a bag of pills.

"Awesome!" Sam said. Next, ordered "underwear" and a "t-shirt." A yellow "Camp Everwood" tee and a pair of briefs fell into the hopper.

"We have to go! Class starts soon." Avery said. Sam pulled his clothes out of the machine and put on what he had. Avery beckoned him to hurry as they returned to the classroom.

"Nice of you to join us!" said a new middle-aged man in camp attire. Sam glanced around and saw he had separated the class into pairs, who were sitting across from each other at a long table.

"You two are partners," The counselor said. He motioned to the far end of the table. "Go sit over there," his terse orders suggested he was a little upset with them. Sam and Avery sat down across from each other.