I'm gonna be honest with you, I wanted my beautiful swimsuit back. 1: It was expensive, just the base of the swimsuit ($39.99 was the cost). 2: The spray paint that I used to color the shorts, and the pink spray paint that I made the letters for, was expensive as well (All the other spray paint: $29 in total with all of them, the not-so-thick pink spray paint: $14). 3: It took hours to do the shorts (About 4 so I could make it to where the base color didn't show up and to add many layers, plus the pink letters), and even more time to do the small pink letters on the top (6 because of so many mistakes). 4: It was absolutely worth it all because of how beautiful it looked!

I'm not trying to flex, I'm saying these things so you could understand why I needed my hot as fuck swimsuit. So I crawled out of that tunnel as fast as you can say 'I am gorgeous'. I patted myself down before running over to the counselors' cabin. (Just to be clear, I was wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt, so it wasn't a problem). I knocked like about a million times before someone answered.

"What?" She asked. I looked her up and down, realizing who she was. It was that hot chick that had put me in my old cabin. "Ohhh~ Heeyyy~" I smirked. "Ugh... you... Anyway, what do you want?" She said in annoyance.

Believe it or not, some counselors here weren't creepily go-lucky and cheerful. "Y'know, I was gonna just get my swimsuit... buuutt noww..." I looked her up and down again. "Hold that thought Victoria, you want your swimsuit?" She asked. "Yeah. Duh." "Ask whoever took your swimsuit." She said, about to close the door in my face.

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"But you guys were the people who took it from me yesterday!" I said, blocking the closing door with my foot. I heard a irritated sigh come from her before she opened the door again, "Alright then, come with me." "Gladly~" I smirked wider, going inside the cabin.  She muttered something under her breath. "What was that, hottie?"

"I said you queers and your horny attitudes. Do I need to say that louder?" She grumbled. "No... and for the record, I'm a one out of a million queers that actually have confidence... Maybe you're a queer but you're too scared to say, huh?" I tried to spank her ass while saying that. The chick had really good reflexes. "Kid, I'm twenty-six, have a husband and three kids, and a job in the police department. That what you tried to do there seems to be a sexual advancement, and basically pedophilia if I were to accept such things. Try that again, and you'll be more than just staying here longer." She said, pushing my hand away with a lot of force. "I-...Okay." I sighed.

I followed her over to a closet where they kept the things they confiscated. She took the swimsuit off the two hangers. "You're not going to wear this again around in the camp unless if you want trouble, do you hear me?" She sighed. "Okayy.." I groaned taking them from her, then leaving of course.