Young Slut

I was 15, working as a camp counselor for a summer daycamp near where I lived. It was pretty sweet for a first job, you got to basically play kickball and dodgeball all day for money. The only problem was that the older kids in the 6-14 range weren’t that much younger than some of the counselors, so they gave you all kinds of shit.

One such kid was Kari. Kari was 13, and had the thin body of a track runner, topped off by small b-cup breasts. She wore low cut tank tops and flaunted herself often, making the older male camp goers, and some of the counselors have to adjust themselves.

She knew she was attractive, though still probably overestimated herself a bit. She had a lean face to match her body, dotted with freckles. Somehow, no matter what, she always managed to look like a skank. And she never listened. Ever. She knew her parents would give a ration of shit to whoever yelled at her.

“Kari, get back here!” I yelled. She’d gone sauntering down one of the hallways of the school we used. It had its advantages; we could use the cafeteria, the gym and all the equipment. However, much of the school was off limits to the kids. It was just too difficult to keep track of over 100 kids with 8 counselors.

She saw me, gave a smile, then took off running. Shit. I’m fairly athletic, but so was she. I’d be hard pressed to chase her down. I rounded a corner to find her halfway down the hall laughing. I did have one advantage, I noticed, I had sneakers on, her, flip-flops. Finally, after the next turn, she stopped in front of a door that said “Custodians Only.”

“I wonder what’s in it,” she said.

“Don’t you dare, you’re in enough trouble as it is.”

She gave a fake pouty face. “You know, I used to think you were cute, but now you’re just being annoying. Besides, what are you going to do?” She blew me a kiss, smacked her ass and walked in.

I quickly followed her, thinking it might lead to the basement or something. It was your standard janitor’s closet, about the size of a small half bathroom full of buckets, mops, various cleaning liquids and some basic tools.

“Boo!” She jumped out of one of the corners, not startling me one bit.

“Aw, no jump, you’re no fun.”

“So, you think I’m kind of cute hmm?”

“Not when you’re yelling at me.”

“Hmm. Show me your tits.”

“What?!” she practically yelped.

“Come on, everyone and their brother knows you’re not wearing a bra under that.