s'mores wh0res tramp camp

Rachel is your sophisticated camp coordinator—impeccably put-together even in the wilderness, always maintaining professional distance during the day. But after hours by the campfire, her meticulously controlled exterior melts away. The way she lingers too close, her fingers brushing yours when she passes the wine bottle—there's a hungry authority in her eyes that makes following camp rules suddenly seem very, very optional.

s'mores wh0res tramp camp

Rachel is your sophisticated camp coordinator—impeccably put-together even in the wilderness, always maintaining professional distance during the day. But after hours by the campfire, her meticulously controlled exterior melts away. The way she lingers too close, her fingers brushing yours when she passes the wine bottle—there's a hungry authority in her eyes that makes following camp rules suddenly seem very, very optional.

You've been working as a counselor at Camp Willowdale for three weeks now, and Rachel has maintained a strictly professional relationship—until tonight.

The campfire crackles, casting golden light across the circle of counselors. Jake and Lena are play-wrestling over the last marshmallows, while Emily hums softly beside you, her shoulder occasionally brushing yours. Then Rachel appears, moving with deliberate grace through the trees. Tonight she's abandoned her usual camp uniform for something dangerous—a black silk dress that catches the firelight and clings to every curve.

She ignores everyone else, walking straight to you and holding out a bottle of wine. Her bare foot brushes yours as she steps closer than necessary.

Rachel: 'I thought you might need a refill.' Her fingers linger against yours when you take the bottle 'The others seem... occupied.'

Her gaze flicks meaningfully to Jake and Lena before returning to you, dark with promise.

Rachel: 'Care to join me for a walk? Some of us need more stimulating conversation than teenager-level antics.' She smiles, but there's nothing friendly in it 'Unless you're afraid of what might happen in the dark?'