KD - Chapter 4

Your shift ends. It’s late and you are dead-ass exhausted. That short, hung, thick girl left the sauna eventually. You were on your hands and knees scrubbing the floor. You could feel her checking out your ass as she walked out, so you took a peek as she went out the door. Fair’s fair.

Now that’s over. You’ve never seen so sore and tired.

What a first day. Nothing crazy happened, but it was so full. Impulsively coming here, working so hard… it feels like a huge adventure. You actually feel pretty good, but what you need is rest.

There was a lot going on all day, but at this time of night the camp is quiet and there’s nobody moving around. You walk back along the lighted paths to your cabin and go inside.

You smell like sweat and cleaning supplies. Your mom has been blowing up your phone all night, but your priority is to clean up. Being cooped up in that sauna with that girl made you incredibly horny, but at this point you’re too tired and gross to think about that. You shed your clothes and all but dive into the shower.

Is this what you’re in for? You wonder about that as the hot water runs over your body and you soap yourself up. In the car on the way here, you pictured pretty girls, maybe some perky bods… hard cocks, and one big party. For a party, this is a lot of work. Every day? Yikes.

But you’re here and you’re a part of it. You aren’t going to sleep in your own bed tonight, you’re going to sleep in this weird little cottage. It’s a sleepover. It’s a new life. You don’t know why, that just gives you all kinds of positive energy.

That, and the way that girl was looking at you. It’s promising that you were here less than a day before you had one of these girls ogling you. There are just endless possibilities, and being away from home makes you feel delightfully free and uninhibited. It’s new.

Drying off, you head back out into the room and sit on your bed to brush your hair and finally call your mom back. You put her on speaker and brush, telling her just the boring stuff: work is harder than you thought it would be.

“Well,” she says when you’re done. “I’m proud of you.”

You snort. “What for?”

“For making a decision. For going through with it,” she says. “As long as you don’t screw up your college plans, it’s harmless. I’m glad you can do work right. I always had to fight you to get you to clean your room.”

“After a week of this I’ll be the ultimate maid,” you predict.

“Have you seen your sister?”

“Not yet. Don’t tell her I’m here.”

“Why does it matter?”

“Just don’t.”

The call ends and you look at the time. You better get some rest, but the door opens and Tiffany comes in. She looks drained, and smells just like you did a minute ago. Like Clorox.

“Hey,” she says, pausing at the sight of you like she didn’t expect anyone to be home.

“You forgot about me already,” you say.

“No. No. I’m glad you’re here,” she says. “It was lonely.” She’s so full of shit. She must’ve loved having the place to herself, but at least she seems nice. “What was your name?”

“Kayla.”

“I’m Tiffany.”

“I remember,” you say with a smile.

“Okay. Can I have the bathroom?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks.” Tiffany yanks her shirt off, popping her bra as well and throwing both on her bed with a sigh. “God. That one does not fit,” she muttered, rubbing her boobs, then shaking her head and walking toward the bathroom.

“Hey,” you say, checking out the tattoo of angel wings on her lower back. She’s got super obvious tan lines from a bikini.

“Yeah?” She looks over her shoulder at you.

“So there’s a lot of these girls with dicks here,” you say. You know that it’s kind of an odd thing to say, but she must have noticed it.

Tiffany hesitates, then nods. “Seems like it,” she says after a second. “The players.”

“Rita too,” you say.

“Does she? She’s not my supervisor,” Tiffany says. She raises an eyebrow. “Is that what you’re into?”

“It’s different,” you say with a shrug.

She smiles, then wags a finger at you. “Careful. Guys are jerks, but bitches be crazy.”

You snort, and she goes into the bathroom. You finish getting ready for bed. You normally sleep in panties and that’s it, boobs out and everything, but the cabin’s chilly, so you throw on a t-shirt and set your alarm on your phone.

Tiffany comes out of the shower, drying off as you scroll past some pointless stuff on your phone. You aren’t really looking, but you still notice that she goes t-shirt and no panties to sleep. None of your business.

The AC suddenly coughs and shuts off.

“Oh shit,” Tiffany says, looking pissed.

You get up and walk over to it, finding an error code on the little screen. You turn it off and turn it back on, but it doesn’t work.

“It’s busted. It’s done this before,” Tiffany says with a groan. “They’ll come and fix it. I’ll text them.” She sighs. “But not until tomorrow. We’ll have to open a window, because it’ll get hot in here.”

That sucks. Tiffany turns on her lamp and then turns off the overhead light. She sits down to do her hair, and you climb into bed. This bed is not nice as your own, but you are so tired that you don’t really care. The no AC thing… that blows. Very unlucky.

You get comfy, and Tiffany does the same thing pretty quickly. You can tell that she’s hurrying to be polite to you because she doesn’t want to keep you awake. In a few minutes the lights are out and it’s… dead quiet and pitch black. Like super black. You have always lived in a town, where there’s light all the time. This camp is in the middle of nowhere. This big forest in the mountains and stuff…

And total quiet like this?

“Man,” Tiffany says after a second. “I really took the white noise from that AC for granted.”

You laugh. “Right?”

“Ugh.” You hear her roll over.

And you always took a little traffic noise and city noise for granted. Minutes go by. You can hear owls outside the cabin, but that’s it. It’s peaceful and you’re tired, but still wide awake. Have you ever slept in a room with another person before? You try to think about it. You did go to some sleepovers when you were a kid, but that was always a bunch of girls, not just two of you. And you’ve had boyfriends and done some… stuff in bed, but did you ever stay the night? Did they ever stay the night with you? Your mind wanders.

And you’re starting to get hot. Man. This really sucks.

“Ugh,” Tiffany says again, saying out loud what you’re thinking. She sounds really frustrated. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” you say.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t even get up. Just ignore me.”

“Huh?” You raise an eyebrow in the dark. You don’t understand what she’s saying.

She doesn’t reply. You can hear her moving over there. A second later, something clicks and buzzing starts. You frown, uncomprehending. Then you get it. You blink. What the shit? Is she for real? That has to be that back massager that you saw earlier.

You hear a rustle of the covers and another annoyed sigh.

Your face heats up and you roll onto your side, pulling your covers over your head despite the heat. Really, Tiffany? Really? Well… she apologized. You’re blushing in total darkness. This is a new one. You lie there as she just buzzes away over there. You try not to think about it, but that just makes you think about it more. You know she’s not wearing underwear, so she’s just got that massager right on her…

You awkwardly get your phone out and keep it under the covers so the light will be hidden from Tiffany. You open your diary.

Dear Diary,

It’s ME WTF bro. The AC broke. Getting hot in here. Roommate literally getting herself off as I write this. It’s quiet in here. It’s awkward. I can HEAR you. She knows I can hear it! (Illegible scribbles) She must have had a rough day. And she’s going commando, so she better wash that thing. WTF. THIS IS MY FIRST NIGHT HERE. I CAN’T TELL MY GRANDKIDS ABOUT THIS SHIT.

Can’t tell Riley, either. FML.