Free Camp Jameson by Wendy Lea Thomas Page B

know why I couldn’t cross the
one thought into the other, but as soon as she put it that way, I could
instantly see what she meant. I stood watching this beautiful swan swing her
legs around the pole and hang upside down. She was graceful and seductive. I
could be graceful, this much I knew. But seductive, I wasn’t sure.
    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