6. Eli/Tiffany/Keisha

Eli was fuming. His face beat red, fingers closing and unclosing. In that moment the old man felt liable to kill, yet he forced himself not to shout.

“Tell me again how you disposed of the body.”

Rod grinned, oblivious to Eli’s fury. “Left her out there, naked in the woods! I didn’t want to be out there all night digging a hole, she’s out of sight anyway, I figured we could go back out in the morning and pick her up, bury her properly.”

“And ... the car?”

The fat man shrugged. “Left it where it was. I couldn’t find the keys, she must’ve dropped them in the woods. But you should have been there! The look on the bitch’s face-”

Eli drummed his fingers on his desk as he listened to Rod rant, recounting his sexual exploitation and murder of the Tillman woman. He considered killing him right there and then, but that would just exacerbate what was already a very messy situation. He couldn’t afford that, not now. Everything at Camp Moon Lake HAD to go perfectly this season.

“Yes, I see.” Eli interrupted the rambling man. “And it didn’t occur to you at all that that woman was not among the targets I selected?”

Rod stumbled a bit in his enthusiasm. “Well yeah ... but why should that matter? I don’t want to kill any of the girls we’re supposed to be selling.”

Eli gritted his teeth. “How thoughtful of you. How stupidly idiotically thoughtful of you, you thick fat moron.”

Rod looked at him in dull bewilderment. “Uh ... but-”

“No. Shut up.” Eli stood from his desk. “There’s a reason we target the ones we target. Little to no family, bad situations, ethnic girls, fucked up girls, isolated girls, THOSE are the ones we go after. We don’t go after their white middle class parents!”

He worried none of it was penetrating the man’s thick skull, Rod was not reacting the way he had expected. He seemed more annoyed than anything else.

“You said this was a sure thing- those were YOUR words. We can do whatever we want and there will always be an out. Well what I wanted was to fuck that bitch to death, so what’s the fucking problem?”

“Yes! It’s a sure thing- definitively a sure thing, when you follow THE RULES. Lisa Tillman was a good mother, deeply involved in her local community with a number of friends and contacts who are firefighters and first responders. You would have known that if you had bothered to read her file as instructed! What do you think is going to happen when all of those good friendly neighbors and government employees start to wonder why dear Lisa never made it home from Camp Moon Lake?” Eli hissed.

“Whatever! We’ll just pack up shop and move somewhere else like you said. This is the camp’s last year in operation anyway, isn’t it? Let’s have some fun.”

So Rod HAD read the file. He just didn’t care. Eli now understood his error. He had wanted to instill a sense of loyalty and confidence in Rod, to better cultivate obedience. In overstating the reliability and safety of their vocation however, he’d gone a bit too far. The man was obviously convinced he was untouchable. Better to nip this in the bud now.

Eli forced himself to soften his tone. “Ah, I see where we have founded our misunderstanding. Yes, we could pick up our roots and move on to the next place, bid farewell to good old Moon Lake and start anew as some other summer camp or after school tutoring center or hell, an ice cream shop! We could do all of that, but that takes money. Money requires investors, investors like the ones coming to visit our little camp very soon. In order for our operation to continue to run, we need to show all those rich perverted fucks that we have everything under control. Otherwise this whole camp thing looks like a very bad investment.”

Rod seemed defeated, yet at the same time still annoyed. Like a child told he couldn’t have the candy he wanted.

“You see now why this whole Lisa Tillman slip up has me a bit frustrated, don’t you Mr. Woodward?”

Rod grunted noncommittally, shifting his weight back and forth.

“Then we have an understanding? No more surprises.”

“Yeah, I understand.”

Eli forced himself to smile and clapped the other man on the shoulder. “That’s it, son, that’s how we do it. I’m glad to have you onboard, you know. We need all hands on deck in the coming days, our guests will be expecting to enjoy a couple treats while they’re here after all. Let me handle this Lisa Tillman business, you just focus on doing your job.”

Rod seemed to relax, although clearly his meeting with Eli hadn’t gone as he had anticipated. “Well yeah, I guess I can get behind that.”

They exchanged a few more words before Eli ushered the useless lump of a man out of his office. It took no small effort to stop himself from slamming the door shut.

Swearing silently under his breath and running his fingers over his scalp, Eli picked up the landline sitting on the desk and dialed a quick number. For a moment the phone rang, then a tired voice grunted an answer from the other end.

“Mr. Bennett.”

“Gregor. I apologize for calling you up this late.”

“After hours work is fifty percent of the job. What can we do for you?”

“I’m going to need a clean up crew, you two better suit up. There’s been an accident.”

Initially Tiffany had been a little nervous about undressing in front of the guys. She had debated for a while about going out to the bathroom and changing there, but decided it’d just be easier to sleep in her clothes.

Getting under the covers and hoping none of the boys would see, Tiffany slid her skirt off, folding and tucking it away at the corner of the bed, leaving only her panties and a shirt to cover her modesty. Unfortunately, even though she was under the blanket, her state of undress did not go unnoticed by the boys. Sean, sitting across from her, was the most unabashed with his staring, but the atmosphere in the cabin as a whole seemed to change. The air grew thick with the latent lust her presence seemed to bring out in the boys.

Tiffany looked away from the creepy gaze of Sean, disgusted. He clearly had some sort of Asian fetish. She’d seen that look many times from old White men and unwashed nerds alike. They loved to exoticize and fetishize her, enraptured by her eyes, her skin, her hair. And that’s not even getting into how creepy it was when they’d talk excitedly about how little she was, making comments about how they could carry her, or how she could fit in such and such box, or how she resembled a child SO much! It was fucking revolting.

In their minds they were all entitled to her, their perfect submissive little Asian girl. Well Tiffany was anything but submissive, and yeah she was small, but she knew how to punch above her weight class, figuratively speaking. It usually wasn’t long before she frightened them all off.

Tonight however, there were other things on her mind. Despite Sean’s uncomfortable gaze and occasional glances, Tiffany decided it was best to turn in sooner rather than later. Maybe the other guys would get the hint and go to sleep if they saw her sleeping.

It felt like hours that she waited, but likely it was only thirty minutes. For the first fifteen Tiffany laid there in bed, pretending to be asleep as the boys all got ready for the night. For a while it was constant shuffling and shifting about as the boys tried to get acclimated to their new mattresses, tossing and turning in the dark. Their socks and shoes all littered the floor instead of neatly by the entrance. The whole cabin smelled like men. A few of the boys snored, with Kayden being the worst one. Thankfully however Sean, the boy across from her, was very quiet. At least for a while. Only when she had thought for sure that all the boys were fast asleep did he begin to make noise.

It started as a small rustle. Then it became a little louder, a constant back and forth sound as if someone were rubbing against a sheet. At first Tiffany tried to ignore it, but when she heard the smacking noises she couldn’t deny it anymore.

‘Oh god! He’s fucking jerking off right now!’ She thought, the sound of his fapping echoing in her ears. How much of a porn addict did you have to be to masturbate in a fucking dorm with other people?! How pathetic was that?

For a while she endured it, quietly still pretending to be asleep, hoping the fat slob would just finish and go to sleep so she could sneak out and join the others at the beach already. But he didn’t stop. The disgusting sounds of him pleasuring himself filled her mind, it was impossible to focus on anything else. Slowly Tiffany allowed her eyes to open, just a crack, and glimpse what was happening only a few feet away. The sight in front of her nearly stopped her heart.

Sean’s eyes were wide open, staring at her. His gaze fixed on her figure, wandering over her body curled up on the bed right across from him. It traveled from her pretty little face illuminated in the moonlight, to her neck, her thin shoulders, lingering on the two supple mounds beneath her shirt. Tiffany tried to subtly pull her blanket tighter around her

Quickly she fully shut her eyes again, hoping he hadn’t noticed she was awake. Somehow knowing that it was her body he was masturbating to made the sound of him stroking his cock under the sheets so much worse. Tiffany felt a small shudder go through her, realizing now that this was all she was to him. It’s all she had been to Sean since she’d met him, that same look had been in his eyes back when she’d introduced herself at initiation, the look that was in the eyes of every White man who so much as glanced her way. She was wank material. Like a porn magazine, her body was just something to jerk off to, nothing more. Sean didn’t see her as a person. Her identity as a human being had never even occurred to him. All that mattered was how many times he could fap while looking at her tits, how exotic she was, how close he could get to fucking her before she chased him off.

And she wanted to chase him off. To tell him to go fuck himself. But she couldn’t, because then everyone would wake up, and the counselors would be called, and Tiffany would be stuck there for the rest of the night. Better to just let him finish and leave after he fell asleep.

She heard the rustling of bed sheets and realized he was getting up.

‘Oh thank god, finally.’ She thought. He was going to the bathroom to finish himself off. Then he’d come back, fall asleep, and Tiffany could finally sneak out and end this ordeal.

She waited to hear his departure, marked by a silent opening of the cabin door, but it never came. Instead the boy approached her bed, still stroking his cock, standing over her little body. She struggled to control her breathing and the sudden wave of fear that threatened to overwhelm her. Heart beating fast in her chest, she felt his hands slowly, gently, pull the sheet off of her, Sean clearly being careful not to wake her up.

Eyes closed, Tiffany felt his hand reach out in the dark and grope her breast. Despite herself she shuddered internally, her breathing uneven. His movements were slow at first, gently stroking her tit through her thin shirt, but seemingly unable to control himself Sean grew more bold.

His fat fist squeezed her little breast harder each time, feeling her stiff nipple between his fingers, pushing it up, squeezing the base, stroking his cock by her ear as he molested her. Tiffany wanted to get up. To move, to scare the boy off and end the ordeal, but somehow she couldn’t. Fear gripped her too strongly, she’d never been touched like this, never been so blatantly dehumanized and violated. She couldn’t think, the sounds of his masturbation in her ear sending shivers through her body, tensing up despite her efforts to pretend she was still asleep.