Chelsie at Camp

Chelsie groaned hard as she pushed her face against the window. Unfamiliar hills and streets passed by as she was taken further from her home. The sun beamed brightly in the sky, slowly cooking the dingy yellow bus and all of its passengers.

Camp Pessfole was definitely not in her summer plans. She wanted beaches, swimsuits, sand and cute boys. While some of those could be found at a camp, she just didn’t find the concept of camp pleasing. Spending half of her vacation with girls she either doesn’t know, would never care to know, or wish she could forget inside a fifty-year old termite-infested pinewood shack? Sounds like a hell of a good time.

‘Oh come on! Camp will be great! It’s a fun-time for experimentation. Remember what that film said, ‘half of camp is just sex-ed!’ Well, since I’m here, all of it will be sex-ed!’

Chelsie pressed her face against the window even further. This was the second reason why she didn’t want to go to camp: the absolutely perverted voice in her head, a secret phenomenon that had plagued her since puberty. Her life had become a game of cat and mouse, a battle between master and servant with neither side knowing their role. While she had smacked the incorporeal voice away many times, her tormentor had **** her to do a lot of risky stuff over the years. How many times had she orgasimed in public or wandered out of the house without of stitch of clothing? Too many.

It had really affected her public life too. Chelsie was never one to socialize but having a voice that constantly made up scenarios about whomever was sitting beside her took its toll. Soon, she was getting angry for no reason at all. The brunette established herself as the type of person no one should be involved with at school. Thankfully, no one knew about her secret which was the third reason why she hated camp. There had just been too many close calls. Going to camp seemed like a perfect invitation for the voice and fate itself to really screw one over her.

‘I can’t believe you would say all of these horrible things about me. Even after, you brought our special package.’

“I didn’t want to bring it,” Chelsie mumbled, “I didn’t want to buy it.”

‘And yet, you did. Come on, as soon as this bus stops, I know you’re going to put our little prize to good use!’

Chelsie’s face was getting hot and it wasn’t because the air conditioner was broken. Inside one of her duffle bags beneath her was a box concealed by her old gym clothes. A few months ago, Chelsie found herself at a particular store for the carnally interested. The voice managed to convince her in buying a few items; equipment and products that no pure individual should own.

Chelsie tried not to think about it and started flipping through her phone. However, the heat given off by the screen was starting to hurt.

‘You should stop. You’re going to need that hand for later.’

Chelsie growled but complied and decided to let whizzing cars take her mind off what could very well be the most dangerous and humiliating month of her life.