Camp Jameson (8 page)

Sienna continued, “My hands are
here, my legs are here. My butt is here touching the pole. I squeeze them
around the pole, then I let go.” She dismounted and urged me to try. I sighed,
and then swung my legs around. With a small amount of grace, I swiveled my legs
around the bar and squeezed them tight.

“Angle your head back,” Sienna
added. I followed her instructions.

“Good, now squeeze your thighs
together and let your hands fall down by your head.” I followed her
instructions. “Re-grip the pole and kick off.” I re-gripped the pole and
descended to the floor. “Excellent.” She squeezed my biceps. Man, you are one
tough little cookie. Maybe in few weeks we can try a back flip. You might want
to consider making this your event at the Olympics. With a little effort you
could do really well.”

I laughed aloud. “Now you’re
talking.”

“Well, look who’s finally
getting her wings,” Caitlyn sneered as she continued her routine.

I smiled at her. “Will you teach
me, Caitlyn?” My eyes fell on my classmates. Amber, Tara, Lucy, and Kennedy
they all seemed genuinely friendly while Caitlyn stood there with a scowl on
her face and rolled her eyes.

“Okay, class. Before you leave,
I just wanted everyone to know all this hard work does have a payoff,” Sienna
announced. “It will excite your lovers and those of you who can’t get enough of
Avery can sign up for this event at the Camp Olympics. If you win this event
and the Sybian Rodeo you’ll give yourself a great shot at Maui and who
knows…maybe you’ll get to spend the whole week with Avery Jameson,” Sienna
said. “Okay, class dismissed. See you all tomorrow,” she said.

As we stepped outside, Caitlyn
followed closely and spoke so only she and I would hear. “Don’t bother signing
up for this event, Aria.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” I said
as my eyes narrowed at her.

“Good, because even if you did
win the Camp Olympics, a pathetic little thing like you would only disappoint a
man like Avery,” Caitlyn said.

My eyes widened as she strutted
away like a little princess and as I watched her bony ass walk up the path, I
thought to myself,
you know what? Game on, bitch!

DAY THREE:

WEDNESDAY MORNING

EXHIBITIONISM IN THE
FOREST

T
here
was a light mist over the forest in the morning. The lake had steam rising up
from its still waters that came from the air being cooler than the water
itself. The sun rose up slowly from behind the trees. I didn’t sleep much last
night so I decided to go for a run to relax a bit and explore the camp before
everyone else arose. There were only a few gardeners out this early, tending to
the walkways, and applying mulch around trees that lined the path. I jogged
past one of them named Rodriguez, his name clearly displayed on the patch of
his uniform. He barely looked up at me as I passed him. I decided to explore
the camp a little further down some pathways that I hadn’t seen yet. I could
feel the wind stir the forest around me through my tight, low-cut, pink tank
top and black lycra shorts, courtesy of Sara’s shopping spree before camp. It
was going to be hot today and the breeze felt good against my skin.

I followed the narrow path, past
the horse barns that housed Avery Jameson’s prize Arabian pure breeds lost in
thought about my changing feelings about camp. It was only the third day and I
was already feeling more confident since my breakthrough at pole dancing class.
It made me wonder what else I might be a natural at.

I passed some outdoor classroom
areas with picnic tables and small shelters. A little farther down the path
there was a small meadow beside a rocky stream. There was a small group of
people standing in a circle barely lit from small beams of sunlight that poked
through the thick tree canopy.

When I got a bit closer, I was
shocked to see Tara kneeling on the ground with her obnoxious husband standing
over her in a circle of five guys who were completely naked. I hadn’t seen her
since class yesterday, and since yesterday, I could see that she had lightened
her hair. Her eyebrows were groomed, her glasses were gone and she wore a touch
of makeup. My guess would be that she got a makeover at the salon last evening.
She looked uncomfortable kneeling in the dewy grass as her husband held her by
the hair and barked orders at her on how he wanted her to get him off. She
stroked his cock as she pointed it towards her pursed lips. The remaining men
stroked their own shafts long and steadily around her, moving in slowly. Their
chests heaved as they watched her with hooded eyes as she licked her lips while
stroking him and one other guy in anticipation of their climax. As her husband
started groaning in orgasm, she opened her mouth. Each guy took turns stepping
forward as they tossed their heads back spilling their loads onto her face one
at a time. Each one aiming for either her open mouth, lips, or cheeks. Her
hands were reaching out in all directions grabbing and stroking their
manhood’s.

I stared with widened eyes as I
took in the explicit scene. She let them smack her face with their penises as
they dribbled their spider webs across her lips and button nose. One very hot
guy shot a massive load coating her eyes in thick glaze.
That’s going to
ruin her nice makeup.
I think some of it may have bounced off her eyes and
onto her husband’s fat belly as she held his penis near her lips.
Oh man,
that’s not good for anybody.

Discreetly, I closed my hanging
mouth and backed away so I wouldn’t disturb their bombastic scene until I could
silently continue my run deeper into the woods. From what Sara had told me,
that must have been a Bukake session.
I’m not sure whether I’d like a bunch
of strangers blowing their climax in my face like that, it really mats up in
your hair and burns your eyes…at least that’s what Sara used to say.

I couldn’t tell whether Tara
enjoyed it or not but she certainly was having an interesting first couple of
days at camp. If her husband brought her here to loosen her up and experience
some new things, I’d say it’s working. I hope he appreciated it.

A few minutes more down the
wooded path, I could hear another woman’s moans of pleasure before I saw her.
I
was surrounded by sexuality this morning.
I don’t know what I was more
uncomfortable with, the fact that people were up so early in the morning out in
the middle of the woods, or that they were all exhibitionists. I was going to
turn away to give them a private moment, but what I saw made me stop and stare.
I never knew there was anything like this. The woman was blindfolded standing
up with her arms over her head and tied to a tall wooden X with brown leather
straps. I couldn’t turn away. Her chest heaved upwards heavily as she feigned
struggling against her capturer. An instructor named Travis was standing in a
dominant stance in front of her. His shoulders were wide and his large build
made the girl look small. He snapped something against her skin. I recognized
it as Sara’s newfound toy, a riding crop made of black leather. She flinched at
the temporary pain as she let her head fall back and moaned loudly again. My
muscles clenched deep in my belly and I was surprised by how turned on this
made me watching her bound and writhing in rapture. She was in her early
twenties, fully naked with a Brazilian wax. I wasn’t one for BDSM, but watching
this woman in ecstasy really made me wonder.
Would I like it?

Travis smacked the woman’s
clitoris with the riding crop and I could see her body quiver with
anticipation. I’m not sure how long she had been tied up there, but her skin
was pink and she was getting close to orgasm.

A small crowd had gathered
around her, enjoying her splendor. Travis was shirtless and I couldn’t help but
notice his well-defined abs. My eyes scrolled up to his chest where the name
‘MAYA’ was tattooed in black across the left side of his chest. Even with all
the people gathered around, his hazel eyes were focused solely on bringing the
woman pleasure through pain. He rubbed the crop across her chest, winding down
to her sex. She lifted her hips in anticipation toward him, craving him and his
touch more and more. He reached and smacked her bare breasts. She gave a sharp
gasp. Then he stepped back and pressed the crop into her vagina, stroking it in
and out, teasing her, and pushing her farther over the edge.

My wide eyes scanned the crowd.
I couldn’t get a grasp on these fantasies that these women were living out. I
guess the real problem was I didn’t know what my true fantasy was in order to
act on it.

I shifted nervously as my
doe-like eyes locked with Avery’s green gems. I hesitantly looked back to the
woman in restraints as Travis teased her again. She wriggled in her restraints
and begged him for more. He smirked and paced around her letting the crop brush
against her deep pink skin. He whispered something in her ear. I swallowed
nervously and shifted my eyes swiftly back to Avery. He wasn’t watching the
scene in front of us. He was watching me, and for the life of me
,
I
couldn’t figure out why. There was a tall, lengthy blonde-haired woman in front
of me, and a model-like brunette beside me. I was in a sea of beautiful women
and he was looking at me.

“That’s it, Kaley. Now you may
cum,” Travis said in a deep low voice. My eyes shifted to see Travis tuck a
strand of her blonde and black streaked hair behind her ear and I could hear
Kaley whimper. Travis unleashed his final slap with the riding crop to her clit
and Kaley cried out as her body spasmed out of control. “Good girl,” Travis
purred.

My face heated up. My pulse
escalated and my breathing quickened. I turned to look back at Avery. He was
gone. I scanned the crowd for him when I felt warm hands go around my waist.

“You’re glowing,” a warm voice
whispered just below my ear. I was frozen by his touch around my waist and the
heat from his breath on my neck. His breath became small kisses that sent
little electrical quivers racing up my neck.
Holy hell
.

I clenched my thighs together
and tilted my head back toward him and a soft moan escaped me. I stiffened,
embarrassed that I had just moaned aloud to a stranger.

His hands slipped over me
touching me in places that sent ripples across my skin like a stone skipping
across a pond. His right hand drifted onto my lycra shorts caressing between my
legs as his middle finger traced upwards over my clit, pressing firmly through my
shorts. His left hand cupped my breast, then squeezed tight over my nipple. I
exploded in orgasm immediately as dampness soaked through my panties.

After my tremors subsided, I
pushed out of his grasp and looked up to see Avery smirking knowingly at me. I
stepped back and my foot caught on a tree root and once again I fell backwards.
He laughed and took a step with an outreached hand. I shook it off,
straightened and took another step to right myself and stubbed my toe on a
large rock. He stepped forward to help me and I shook my head at him again. I
turned away and limped down the path that headed back to my cabin. I was
embarrassed and excited both at the same time.

One of my little fantasies of
Avery had just played out and the feel of his warm hands through my shirt had
made me sizzle with desire. It was very real, not in my head. He must have been
working on a cabin again or just decided to see what activity was happening in
the woods
. That must be what Avery meant when he said the woods are for the
adventurous.
I pushed the thoughts of Avery from my head and quickly
trotted down the path toward my cabin.

I clenched my fists to my side
as I neared my cabin. I slammed the door of the cabin hoping it would diffuse
some of my frustration. Then abruptly, I strode to my bedroom, not sure what to
do with myself. I collapsed on the bed and tears ran down my face. I just lay
there, not sure if I had just been violated or if I loved it. I was mindlessly
playing with my father’s military tags around my neck and staring up at the
ceiling when Sara spoke.

“You’re freaking, aren’t you?”
Sara’s kind voice interrupted my pessimistic thoughts. My eyes widened then
drifted upward toward the ceiling again. I hadn’t counted on Sara being here. I
thought she would have gone to breakfast by now. I rubbed my forehead, and let
my hand fall to my side. I just shook my head at her, trying not to burst into
tears.

“You’re doing great. Colt and
Sienna say you’ve really taken to pole dancing,” Sara said.

I glared at her. “This is all too
much. Do you hear yourself right now? I’ve taken to pole dancing! My father did
not raise me to be a pole dancer. He raised me to be a strong, independent,
successful woman!” I said raising my voice.

Sara narrowed her lips. “Let me
have it. Go on. Scream at me. Do whatever you have to do to get all this
frustration out of your system. Better yet. Go for another run. What are you up
to now? Five miles? Why don’t you make it ten?”

I looked over to Sara. “How can
I not, when everything I was taught tells me that society frowns on all of
this.”

Sara took a step closer. “I have
news for you. All of society does not frown upon this lifestyle. In fact,
business is booming for Avery. He can’t build those damn cabins fast enough.” I
scowled at her but not for the reasons she thought. I just didn’t want to hear
his name right now.

“Look, there is no reason to
feel ashamed of yourself. These classes turn you on. You are not alone. There
are 79 others that have made the journey to get into this place and paid a lot
of money to do it. You’re in the greatest place in the world. It’s safe. It’s
secure and you can let go and just be yourself. And it’s a hell of a lot of fun
if you’d just let yourself relax and enjoy it. Turn off that incessant mind of
yours and just fucking let go!” I looked at Sara with uncertainty. She took
another step toward me and reached for my hand.

“I know you’re scared,” she said
lowering her voice. “This is all new for you. It’s unusual. You feel out of
place. I know it freaks you out but instead of running from what you fear, try
embracing it. You might be surprised to discover a wild side in you.”

Sara brushed away my bangs from
my forehead. “You have no idea how beautiful you really are. Your innocence is
sweet and what makes you so beautiful. I bet you will have all the guys and
most of the women here lining up for you before the six weeks is over.”

My eyes flickered away from her.
I shook my head. “I don’t know what to do,” I cleared my throat trying to fight
back the tears.

“Just enjoy the journey. You’ll
find out what you like and what you don’t. It really is that simple,” she
added.

One thing kept leaping to the
front of my mind.
Avery.
And all the desire in me kept chanting,
I
want Avery. Only Avery.

“How can all these people take
off work for six weeks at a time?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Most of these people are
doctors, lawyers, trust fund kids, CEOs, VPs, and their spouses. They can
afford to do whatever the hell they want,” Sara stated plainly. Sara came from
a high-class family. Her parents just bought a house in the Hamptons just after
her high school graduation. They had money to burn. Their graduation gift to
Sara was our apartment. Sara fell in love with it, so they bought it. It was as
simple as that.
Jesus. I was so out of my league here.

“I know what you need. Come on,
get up,” she smiled. I studied her eyes trying to see where she was going with
this. A smile spread over my face.

“Ice cream for breakfast,” we
both gushed.

Sara and I made our way to the
Main Lodge. As I buried my worries in a heaping spoonful of mint chocolate chip
ice cream, I pushed away my thoughts of all the sex, away from all the people,
but one thought kept plaguing me. It was no secret. Avery didn’t get
emotionally involved with his guests. But the way that he was making me feel
when he was around, I had to stay the hell away from him.
He was toxic.