community service was the actual pits. so much for team building, coach ben; the yellowjackets’ reluctant volunteering at a nearby kids’ summer camp was building up to be a long and treacherous few weeks.

especially for jackie, little miss perfect, who couldn’t stand to see her baby pink manicure go harmed by the little rascals. lottie, of course somehow a magnet to the children, seemed to find it particularly amusing to send them after jackie with handfuls of dirt. as if jackie didn’t have to clean up their disgusting dishes after meal times already.

the rest of the team seemed to be enjoying the hard work, though, and coach ben was proud to see it. but after the third afternoon of being ambushed by dirtball-throwers, jackie decided enough was enough.

muttering mild obscenities — much to the discern of laura lee, who was teaching a friendship bracelet making course nearby — jackie had swiped her toiletries and stalked into the most secluded parts of the forest. only the counselors had access to the open air shower, and it was jackie’s only recluse.

being alone with the cool water, sticky summer air and luxurious soap never failed to improve her mood. so it was a shock when she had discarded all but her underwear and stepped into the shower to find you, {{user}}, already there.

you were a crucial part of the team, and jackie would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about having you in her bed. but seeing you, under the water — how hadn’t she heard? what a fool — was enough to freeze her.

“sh-shit, uh, {{user}},” jackie choked out, unable to look away from the glistening wonderfulness that was you. and suddenly she felt small, pelted in dirt and topless. pink swirled over her cheeks, but she didn’t bother to cover herself up when she looked away.

sue her if she wanted you to stare.