Camp LeGuss (A Girls Don't Need Modesty Summer Camp story) Ch 5 added 04/16/25

[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

[perseus]

I loved this chapter! I love the set up of the camp! I especially love how the girl's accomodations feel like an after thought. This is exactly what I love about the concept of girls not needing modesty! I hope we don't have to wait long for the next chapter! I'm really excited to see what their forfeit is going to be!

[jeremiahN]

Thank you to everyone. It really feels good when some of my favorite writers on this site appreciate my work. The next chapter will be out soon.

[jeremiahN]

Chapter 5

I shivered as I realized I was the focus of the entire camp. But that wasn’t the only cause of the shivering. The room really was cold. I felt my nipples harden in the frigid air. Looking over at Tonya, I could see that her nipples were also pressed hard against the apron she was wearing.

“Great!” Nurse Swenson exclaimed. “We were just about to get volunteers from your table!”

I looked to the front of the room where two boys with each color shirt on were standing in front of the camp directors on stage.

“We need people to lead the hand motions. Come on up, you two.”

Slowly, we headed up towards the front. I saw a look of relief on the face of several of the girls, but some also looked like they felt sorry for us. From the rest of the tables, all I could see were hungry eyes staring at my bare breasts and my barely covered waist. I held onto Tonya’s arm tightly as we made our way up.

When we finally got up on stage, I closed my eyes for a second to center myself. A voice next to me brought me back to the room. “Why are you dressed like that?” My brother whispered to me.

I turned my head and glared at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I hissed.

He looked confused, but before he could respond, Nurse Swenson clapped.

“Wonderful! Everyone please stand up. Now our first song is going to be ‘Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes.’ I’m sure you all know how that one goes.”

We spent the next fifteen minutes going through various songs that all seemed to have movements involving thrusting out the chest or bending over or both. The only enjoyment that I got out of it was “accidentally” kicking Eddie in the calf a couple of times.

As we finished the last song, arms and legs spread in a giant X leaving no way to even pretend to cover my body, the audience cheered loudly. Despite the cold air, we were all sweaty from the exertion.

“Now that we’re all full and refreshed, let’s thank our wonderful cooking staff for the first of many great meals.”

The door from the kitchen opened and out walked Chef Anne and her crew - all wearing dresses. I looked at Tonya, and she was equally confused. Where had those outfits come from? They smiled and waved, then headed back into the kitchen.

“Now if everyone could please head outside, our four meal assistants will clear the tables, and then we’ll move on to our afternoon activities.”

As the campers headed outside loudly, my brother turned to me again.

“Ow. What the hell, Addy? Why are you basically naked and why are you acting like it’s my fault?” He knelt down to rub his calf.

“Girls don’t need modesty? Naked girls? You were here last summer and you didn’t mention any of that shit to me. You really think I’d have wanted to come to a camp where they make me cook in a thong?”

“Eddie!” The counselor for his orange cabin called out. “Get out here and quit distracting the girls. They have to finish cleaning.”

Eddie looked sheepishly at me. “Coming Thomas,” he called over his shoulder. “Listen Addy, I swear I didn’t know about anything like this. I promise.” He turned and hurried towards the door, limping a little on his sore leg.

I hopped down off the table and started gathering together plates and silverware loudly. I picked up the heavy tray and nearly lost my balance. Tonya, working on the table next to mine, gave my shoulders a gentle rub. “It’s ok. Don’t hurt yourself. We’ll get through this. At least the boys aren’t in here anymore right?”

I smiled at her. “Yeah, that’s true.” I took a deep breath, adjusted the tray, and took it back to the kitchen. As I entered, Sheryl, now naked again, pointed me towards the industrial sink.

I set the tray down, then looked around. All four of the cooks including Chef Anne were now completely naked, scrubbing counters and working on dishes. “Why were you all dressed when you went in the other room? I thought ‘girls don’t need modesty’?” I asked Sheryl, sarcastically, to explain the hypocrisy of me being almost naked while they were dressed.

“Nah, we don’t need modesty,” Danielle responded from where she was scrubbing the stove, “but we do need warmth. They have the AC up way to high in there. I’m surprised you didn’t notice. But then again, you were dancing around.”

Chef Anne nodded. “Yeah, one of the reasons I’m so glad for you girls' assistance this year. It means we can keep that window shut and don’t get all the cold air in here. It’s a bit humid with the ovens and all, but much more comfortable in general.” She handed me a wet, soapy sponge. “Go wipe down the tables, and you’ll be good to go out and enjoy the afternoon.”

I took the sponge, and was turning around when I heard a loud clatter in the dining area. Chef Anne rushed through the door and the rest of us followed behind.

Alice was kneeling, trying to pick up plates and silverware from the ground and put them back on the tray frantically. She looked up, teary eyed as the Chef stood over her. Chef Anne helped her to her feet, looking at the spilled pasta and sauce on the ground.

She started directing traffic like an expert. “Misty, go bring that tray to the sink. Tonya and Addison, sponge the tables. Sue, broom and dustpan. Dani, sponge and bucket. Sheryl, help her out of that mess and get it soaking before the sauce stains.”

The assistants scurried off to their appointed tasks. Misty grabbed the tray from the floor and brought it to the kitchen while Tonya and I each took one side of the room and quickly started wiping down the tables. I glanced back towards the middle of the room where Alice was now standing, tears coming down her face, while Sheryl lifted the apron off of her head and carried it off to the other room to be treated.

Susan handed the naked girl the dustpan, then began sweeping up the large pieces. She motioned to Alice, who knelt down and held the dustpan steady. She gathered up the sweepings while Danielle put the bucket of soapy water down and gave the sponge to Alice. She immediately got on her hands and knees and began to scrub the sauce off of the ground. Meanwhile, Susan had handed the broom and dustpan to Misty who was sweeping the rest of the floor.

I wasn’t sure what had happened, but the two girls who had been so stuck up earlier today were now doing everything they were told without question. I turned my focus back to the tables, and soon had my half of the room clean.

I went back to the kitchen where Tonya was rinsing out her sponge and putting it away. I followed her example, and then we headed to the cubbies to put on our uniforms. Misty was just finishing pulling on her skirt over her bare ass. I was going to ask her about it, but she had already left for the dining area.

Tonya and I quickly put on our clothes. I breathed a sigh of relief, finally having something to cover my body. I felt as if a huge weight had finally been removed from my shoulders. I waved goodbye to the cooking staff who were still cleaning and still naked, then joined my other campers in the dining room.

Alice had just finished up. She stood and dropped her dirty sponge into the bucket of water. Misty offered her a hug, which she gladly accepted. She pulled away and reached down to pick up the heavy bucket.

“You guys, you need to…um…” The boy in the blue shirt who had just opened the door trailed off. “I mean, I was asked…” His gaze was focused firmly on the ass of the naked girl bent over directly in front of him.

Alice screamed, nearly sloshing the bucket as she stood upright. Misty, meanwhile, rushed the stuttering boy.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” She pushed him towards the door.

“I didn’t mean…I was asked…you guys need to come out as soon as possible. Mr. Richardson wants to get things going.” He turned and fled while Misty continued to pummel him.

The cooking staff had rushed out to find out what the commotion was. One of them took the bucket back into the kitchen while the others consoled the crying girl. They walked her back to the kitchen area, and she came out a couple of minutes later wearing her uniform.

We walked out of the dining hall into the warm sunlight. The heat felt amazing after so much time in the hall. Kids were sitting and talking in small groups around the meeting area, although the rest of our cabin were all off to one side by themselves.

Misty stormed up to the director. “That boy,” she pointed to the tow-headed kid who tried to shrink into the ground, “walked in on Alice completely naked.”

A murmur went through the campers. He nodded, embarrassed, as the boys nearest him looked for confirmation and then clapped him on the back in congratulations.

“Okay?” Mr. Richardson seemed confused about why the older teen was in his face.

“No, it’s not okay. That was completely inappropriate.”

“Miss Downes, I assure you that it was perfectly appropriate. I sent him in because the lot of you were taking longer than necessary to finish your chores and get out here. Apparently, Miss Starr was doing her chores in the nude. There is, of course, no rule against that, as girls do not need modesty.

“There is, however, a rule against attacking other campers. I witnessed you shoving Timothy out the door with closed fists, and you will therefore be provided with an appropriate punishment this evening.”

The murmur around the camp got louder.

“This is completely unfair! I got groped earlier!”

“Yes, and I’m disappointed by Mr. Grey’s behavior. As you recall, when he did that, I made it clear to everyone that he would face consequences too.”

I looked at Tonya questioningly. “You were in the kitchen,” she whispered. “The jerk from the bus grabbed her ass. She slapped him and everyone cheered. Mr. Richardson called him to the front and reprimanded him.”

“In fact, now would be a good time for that punishment. Mr. Grey, please step forward.”

Brad came forward. It took me a second because I expected him to be wearing a grey shirt, but apparently “Mr. Grey” was in the red cabin.

He stood before the camp director with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Mr. Grey, there is a very clear rule that you are not allowed to purposefully touch other campers without their permission. Miss Downes is a camper, and you touched her. She has made it clear that she did not give you permission to do so. Do you agree?”

“I think she enjoyed it more than she wants to admit.” Brad winked at Misty, who made a face of disgust.

“Whether or not she enjoyed it, you need to have permission. As a punishment, you will do twenty-five pushups and then join the last placed team for their forfeit.”

“Yes, sir.” Despite his cockiness, Brad quickly obeyed Mr. Richardson’s order, counting out loud as he did each pushup.

As soon as he finished, he hopped up, not even breaking a sweat. If he wasn’t such a jerk, I would have enjoyed the show a lot more.

“Very good. Now, up against the wall. Show the new campers how it’s done.”

Brad faced the solid wall of the dining hall and stood with his legs apart and his hands up against the side.

“White team, you see what to do?”

We headed over to the wall trepidatiously. Were we going to get spankings? I hadn’t been spanked at home for years. Was this something that we had agreed to? I looked at the girls next to me as we lined up. Everyone was nervous.

“Micaela and Mary, you too. You’re part of your team.”

“Yes, sir,” they called out, and we shuffled a little to give them room as well.

Once we were situated, Mr. Richardson called out again. “Blue team, to your position.”

There was shuffling in the distance behind us, but no one within arms length. I really wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

“One. Two. Three”

A blast of cold water hit my back, soaking my shirt against my skin. I felt the stream of water from the hose go lower, soaking my skirt and my legs, then higher in the air so it would fall like rain over me. I started squealing and squirming along with the other girls, while the boys were cheering from behind. I was wet and cold, and I knew I definitely didn’t want to be last place again. The spray stopped, and I stood there shivering, my arms pressed hard to help me keep my balance. At least it was over.

“White team and Brad, turn around!” Mr. Richardson called out.