Thread: Rape Camp (skittish_butterfly & littlerooster)

Sergeant Kruger stopped talking for a minute as he looked at her, a weird thoughtful look in his eyes. Jen waited for him to go on, but then he grabbed his phone and walked out. Her ears perked up but she didn't hear his voice on the phone, but he hadn't walked far down the hall. Then it struck her. Of course. All this talk with her, just killing time. He must be out there sexting with the waitress, his mind not even on Jen at all. She felt strangely deflated, but snapped herself out of it. What did it matter? He was just one of the trainers in the program, here to babysit her a little bit while they got the camp ready for the training. Nothing more, nothing less. By the time he came back in Jen hoped her expression was as normal as she could make it. She was a little surprised to find herself idly running her fingers through her ponytail as the Sergeant closed the door and turned to her. It was a sort of self-soothing habit she'd just sort of fallen into over the years, something comfortable for when she didn't know what to do with her hands, keeping her feelings in check. Sergeant Kruger cut off the conversation, even suggesting they defer their shopping until the next day, so he could ostensibly spend the next day with her uninterrupted, but it was obvious the sexting had him a little... eager to see the waitress. She was good. Jen thought it might be interesting to sneak a peek at his cellphone, like a little practice espionage mission for herself, to learn the waitress's tricks and see what got the Sergeant so impatient to spend his time with her instead of Jen. Probably a bad idea, but she couldn't help thinking it. Fine, whatever. Doesn't matter to me one bit, not at all. I'm on Uncle Sam's clock, so no hurry for me. I'll just hang out here and run up some porn on your room bill... soldier. She emphasized soldier and then gave him a wink essentially copying his own, meeting him measure for measure, showing him she wasn't some shrinking violet. She was one of the guys -- except for the fact he was bowing out of taking her panty shopping, but she pushed that out of her mind... just one of the guys. Yeah, so you go have... go have fun, ok? Show her how we do it in the Army, you know? She felt so awkward looking in his eyes, knowing now how much more depth there was in the man, and sending him out for some tawdry shallow boot banging with a painted little tart that just seemed so far beneath him. I'll hang out here. You can give me the key to my own room when you get back I guess. She gave him half of a smile, hopefully enough. By the time he left, she figured she had most of the night to herself. Having canceled their shopping, he had even a few more hours to spend buried balls deep in the waitress. Whatever. Jen decided to make good use of the extra time. If she wasn't going to get to shop for her intimate needs until the next day, she had to have something to wear in the meantime. She turned on the TV to the news, letting it play in the background just like Dad always did at home, flipping through until she got to Fox News, his favorite. Then she stripped out of the camouflage and her bra and panties and socks and boots. The camouflage was thick, would take too long to dry, the socks too. But her nose could tell as she slipped off her panties that the hours spent so close to the handsome Sergeant had taken a fragrant little toll. If she was going to be around him that much the next day too she'd at least have to deal with that. She grabbed panties and backpack with her supplies and hit the latrine. There was liquid soap on the countertop so she handwashed the panties, the soap even having a flowery scent that helped. She rinsed them, wrung them out gently but thoroughly, then turned the heater on and hung them in the room's growing heat. After pulling out her pony tail, she hopped in a hot shower, letting the nozzle's adjustable setting pound her shoulders and back as she tried to focus on reviewing her training, not to think about what the Sergeant was probably already doing to the waitress, probably out in the restaurant parking lot. Soaping herself felt good. Jen let her hands wander everywhere, until she knew her skin was clean and baby fresh. Then she shampooed her hair, found some conditioner, gave her hair and body a refreshing full reset. The day hadn't gone as planned, and being around the Sergeant had her on edge, nervous she might do the wrong thing or say something that hurt her standing with him or in the program. She needed the freshest possible start tomorrow, needed things to go better. Rinsing off her legs, she was suddenly struck by the possibility she might end up buying shorts for walking around if the next day was as hot again. And if the camp started right after that, who knew if she'd have another chance for awhile. She rummaged in her bag as she dripped on the bathroom floor, shower still running, and came out with her razor, shaving gel and moisturizer. Jen didn't want to have to be shaving her legs in front of the other soldiers while starting out in camp, but she didn't want to risk walking around like a hairy gorilla in front of the Sergeant either. She gelled up, carefully shaved both legs. Rinsing this time, running her fingers the length of each leg, she was satisfied. Jen didn't think of it as vanity, it was just good skin care, proper self-maintenance her mom had insisted on even if she didn't make Jen wear all the makeup and stuff. She turned off the water and stood dripping for two or three minutes, her skin enjoying the memory of the heat as it slowly trickled down her skin, lost in her thoughts. Finally she grabbed a thick hotel towel and dried her hair. A bigger towel roughly dried her skin, her legs her torso, rubbing all over. She wrapped the big towel around her. It was just big enough to cover her breasts and reach now an inch or so below her bottom. It felt too weird not to at least have a towel on, walking naked around the Sergeant's room vaguely inappropriate even though he was going to be away for many more hours. As Jen moisturized, she could hear her mom's voice. Healthy skin lasts a lifetime. She spent 15 more minutes in front of the mirror thoroughly brushing out her hair, absentmindedly playing with different style as it smoothed out, maybe over one shoulder, or parted in the middle. Didn't matter, though. Tomorrow, she'd have it back in the pony-tail like every other day. Still, she thought it looked nice. She padded barefoot to where her panties were hanging. Still damp, obviously. She needed to kill an hour or two. They'd be dry long before the Sergeant finished drilling the waitress. She'd be fully dressed, like she'd never been naked in his room, by the time he got back. Jen brought her backpack out where the TV was announcing closing stock prices, and lay down in her towel on his bed and watched the news, figuring two or three cycles through the top stories should be enough time for the them to dry with the heat still on in the bathroom. She thought about taking out her parents' picture and the medals, but it wasn't her room. She could set them up next to her own bed as soon as she got her key. Her eyes grew bleary and she drifted off. Just for a second. Just close them for a second. The day had been so long and fraught with excitement, and disappointment somehow. She still knew almost nothing about the training, other than the Sergeant's vaguely silly attempts to get her goat. Jen drifted to sleep, dreaming of cleaning and reassembling her rifle again and again in front of the Sergeant as he nodded with approval.