Camp LeGuss (A Girls Don't Need Modesty Summer Camp story) Ch 4 added 04/08/25

[TeenFan]

So much for equal rights, the girls serve the guys every day, and who does the dishes?

I can't wait to see the swimming pool uniforms.

[perseus]

This story is wonderful! I absolutely love the girl's uniforms! I can't wait to see whats in the girls don't need modesty handbook. I love seeing more and more "modesty" stories aimed at girls!

Fantastic story! Excited for more!

[jeremiahN]

Chapter 4

“Hi Mum!” Mary skipped forward and planted a kiss on the cheek of the chef.

“Mary Rose Biel! You know better than to come over here in those clothes. The last thing we need is to have to try to get tomato stains out of your uniform.”

Mary stepped back to where we were standing. “Sorry Mum,” she said, although she didn’t sound sorry at all.

“It’s okay,” she smiled to show she wasn’t truly angry. “Just remember, if you’re going to be in here beyond the doorway, your uniform needs to go in the cupboard.” She pointed to a wooden cabinet against the wall behind us where there were a series of cubby holes and several aprons hanging up.

“Ok Mum. But I have to get back out soon. Micaela and I just wanted to introduce you to your help for lunch, and then we have to get back.

“So this is Addison and Tonya, and Micaela has Misty and Alice. This is my mum, err I mean, Chef Anne, my older sisters Susan and Danielle, and Micaela’s sister Sheryl.”

I looked at the assistants again and realized that they were older than I first thought. It was their lack of any hair on their bodies that had confused me. They continued to bustle away at their work while Chef Anne came closer to inspect us.

“Any of you have experience in the kitchen?”

I raised my hand shyly.

“Ok. All of you, get out of those clothes before you get any stains on them. I’m in charge of the laundry too, and I’m not going to be happy if I have to try to get pasta sauce out of white clothes.”

“Um…everything?” Tonya, a shy black girl about a head taller than me, spoke up.

“Shirt and skirt at least. If you need to keep your knickers on you can. I can’t control the time of the month. Then put on a hairnet and get over there so I can assign you to your tables.”

We shuffled over to the cubbies and started undressing. Even the two troublemakers didn’t cause a fuss. I shoved my outer clothes into a hole and grabbed a hairnet and put it on. I figured they wouldn’t know if I needed my underwear or not, but any little bit of protection was better than none. I looked over and saw Tonya had done the same. That’s when I realized that the two older girls weren’t wearing underwear at all. Then I remembered Mary handing something over to Nurse Swenson. Had it been their thongs?

Misty reached for one of the aprons, looking at Mary as if for permission. Mary didn’t respond, so she slipped the strap over her neck and tightened the cords behind her. Her backside was still completely bare, but at least her front wasn’t exposed.

Realizing we were allowed to wear them, the rest of us quickly followed suit. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

Our counselors headed back out to the dining hall and we stood in front of the Chef.

“I’m so glad we have help now. It will make it so much easier on us.

“Addison is it? You’ve helped in kitchens before?”

“Well, I’ve helped my mum cook.”

“You’ll at least be able to follow directions. Good enough. Come stand next to me.

“The rest of you will each be assigned tables. Everything’s served family style, so you’ll just have to bring out the trays and let them grab what they want. When your tables are ready, you can head back to your seat and eat your own meal, but make sure to check in with the tables frequently. These are growing boys and they’re going to be hungry. If they’re done, bring back the empties and replace them with new ones. You’ll enter the kitchen through the doors marked in and go out through the ones marked out so we don’t cause any traffic jams.

“Tonya, you’ll take the staff tables and the girls table. Misty take the tables on the left. Alice the ones on the right. Be careful and don’t rush. If you spill anything, you’ll need to clean it up. Now go.”

I watched as they carefully gathered up their trays, then hesitantly walked through to the dining area. Two bare backsides and one wearing only a thong disappeared as the door shut. I couldn’t imagine what sort of reaction they were getting on the other side, but I did hear a loud cheer followed by a shout from Mr. Richardson. I shuddered.

“So, we’ll start you off easy.” Chef Anne broke me out of my thoughts. She took me by the elbow and led me to a staging area next to a stove. “Garlic bread. Take the brush, spread the butter liberally all over the bread, then when they’re all covered, put them in the oven. Five minutes to get warmed, then take them out and bring the tray to Sue. She’ll load the platter.”

I nodded and started slathering the butter, Chef Anne watching over me. As I put the first tray in the oven. I set the timer for five minutes and pulled the next tray towards me. Chef Anne nodded and moved on to other tasks, directing her assistants and the serving girls as they returned for more food.

As I was bringing over the second tray, my apron snagged on the corner of the table, pulling it around and exposing my entire side and half my chest. I dropped the tray loudly on the table and furiously worked to unhook the fabric. It took longer than I would have liked, but I was able to straighten it out, but I could tell from the heat that my face was bright red.

Susan walked over to me, and the naked girl gave me a big hug around my shoulders. “It’s ok. It didn’t rip. But I don’t know why you’re even bothering with it. Mum has hers on to protect herself from splatters, but really girls don’t need modesty.”

“Yeah, what the hell is up with that? I’ve never heard of that handbook or anything.” I pulled back to look at her. She obviously believed what she was saying, standing completely exposed with no embarrassment.

She shrugged and started placing the bread on the plates. “It’s simple really. Unlike boys, girls don’t have anything that’s sticking out and needs to be hidden. And especially for things like cooking, clothing is more of a bother than a help. Why don’t you try it?”

Try it?! I looked around the room. There were three naked girls and a woman who didn’t care what anyone was wearing as long as she didn’t have to get stains out. On top of that, despite my lack of traditional clothing, the kitchen was still a kitchen and pretty warm. I realized I was sweating a bit. I bit my lip, nodded, and took off the apron.

“If you’re not gonna wear it, hang it up.” Chef Anne was still bustling around the kitchen, but she took a moment to look at me standing there with the apron still in front of my chest. “And do it quickly. Your timer is gonna go off soon.”

I looked and saw that the next batch of garlic bread was due out in about thirty seconds. I walked briskly to the clothing area, hung up the apron, then returned just as the alarm sounded. Chef Anne looked impressed as I moved the hot tray to the next station.

“One more batch and that should be enough, I think.” She smiled at me.

I quickly spread more of the buttery liquid on the last tray and put it in the oven.

“I like you. You work hard and don’t put up a fuss.” She pulled out a tall stool from under a cook table and motioned for me to sit.

The cool wooden seat felt strange against my bare bum, and it took me a moment to get comfortable. While I was squirming, Chef Anne placed a bowl of pasta and a slice of garlic bread in front of me. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I started digging in. The sauce was delicious, and I swear they were the best meatballs I’ve ever had.

“Careful or you’ll choke.”

I took her advice and slowed down my eating.

“It really is good to have the extra help this year,” Chef Anne remarked before biting into her own piece of garlic bread.

“You’ve worked here for long?”

“I’ve been working here since I was fifteen. Used to be the assistant for my mom. Took over from her about ten years ago. My girls have been helping me out for the past few years. Mary and Micaela helped out too for the past couple, but with the girls dorm, it meant that they needed a couple of female counselors.

“I knew they were up for it, and it was easier than trying to hire new people, but I was worried about being able to manage without their help. Luckily, we came to the compromise where I’d get some of the campers each meal. And it also meant we could go back to serving the tables instead of having them boys have to come back to the pass through there.”

She motioned towards the area between the doors where I could tell the wall could slide up and provide a window to the dining area. “We used to have to leave the food there and let them come for it. Caused all kinds of commotions and backups. Boys aren’t good at being organized like that.”

“You don’t think it might have been because of the naked girls back here?”

Before she could respond, the door burst open.

“Hey! Addison! You’re needed at the table.” Tonya rushed into the room. “We’re about to do some camp songs or something.”

Chef Anne grabbed me by the arm. “Well, don’t make them wait, girl, get on out there. Don’t want to miss out on any of your adventure stuff.” She walked me and Tonya swiftly through the doorway. I felt all eyes staring at me. Suddenly the cooler air of the dining room made me realize I was standing in front of the whole camp wearing only a tiny white thong.

[superevil7]

Fun story so far! I can't wait until more of the girls get exposed, and see how the boys take advantage. After all, girls don't need modesty