This is a request from a fan about an all girl summer camp with a couple of man employees who fail to properly follow instructions when using some chemicals. They really should be more careful! WARNING! This story has bimbofication in it, and smart powerful women losing their brains. If you do not like this type of story, then don't read it. If you do read it, then please don't post telling me you don't like these kinds of stories because I just warned you. It's really sad I have to say this, but it's happened so much I feel I have to.
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CHAPTER 1
OUTSIDE THE FRONT OFFICE OF CAMP EMPOWERED
"You two idiots understand what I want? Or do I have to repeat myself to you two white trash losers."
"No ma'am. I understand what you want done. I wrote it down and will do it in the order you listed."
Ralph sighed as his friend John showed Ms. Perkins the list of handyman chores they had to complete. He loved working with his hands, and he loved working outdoors, and the pay was really good. But, and it was a big but, he really, really hated working for Ms. Perkins and company.
Ms. Jennifer Perkins glared at him and he made a mental note to be less loud next time he had to sigh. Ms. Perkins was a nice looking woman with light brown hair, a decent set of tits (maybe a 34 CC), and a nice figure of someone who had a personal trainer. But she was a 1st class, top of the line bitch. She had purchased the old Girl Scout Camp several years ago and had rebuilt it from the ground up as a finishing school for empowered young women. Lots of high school girls, all going to be seniors, came here and were counseled by a bunch of college girls and some young thirty something executives from the big city on how to be successful in the "man's world".
From what Ralph had seen basically it was a camp designed to make a bunch of spoiled rich girls hate men more and how they could fuck men over. Ralph had overheard some of the sessions when the older women had openly bragged about ruining men with false accusations, or by leading them on into compromising positions and then blackmailing them, or by just screaming sexism loudly until they got what they wanted.
And he being one of the only two men on the camp through most of the summer he had to put up with a lot of shit. Catty remarks, snide comments, getting looked down on, oh it happened daily. He had been called "peasant" to his face and told he should be thankful his betters had seen fit to give him a job.
As much as he hated it, he needed this job. The recession had hit the area hard. It was mostly tourist industry to start with and several of the more regular employments had gone under. He and his buddy John had lost their jobs with a small factory and had started their own handyman service. But no one had any money to spend, or were good enough at it that they didn't need them. They almost went under until Ms. Perkins showed up and hired them for a 5 year contract.
So they grinned and dealt with it. The money they made in three months was enough to support them for the full year, and they had finally started getting some other clients so things were looking up. But Ralph knew that even with that, they needed to keep this contract in order to stay afloat.
Ms. Perkins finally shut up and marched off to do some bs work in the office and Ralph and John got to work. John grimaced as he looked at his list and said "Well, let's get at it."
"You know, we could pitch to her that we could be the caretakers during the off months. Offer a cheap rate just to stop by every week and do some repair work. It would stop us from the pounding we get when they start to get this camp ready in the late spring." Ralph said.
"Yeah, not a bad idea. Make a note and we'll hit her up later this week. In the meantime, we gotta a lot to do." John said and hefted his toolbox.
It was long day. They needed to fix a lot of cabins, cracks in the sidewalk, clear out paths, properly dispose of garbage using only the most progressively approved recycling methods which was a royal pain especially when a small burn pit would take care of everything without having to drag it all by hand (no gas power tractors allowed) to the recycling bin, and then touch up paint on a whole bunch of places. And of course Ms. Jennifer Perkins and her merry band of annoying know it alls continually chimed in to "help".
The next several days were pretty much the same pain. They would have finished at least 2 days early instead of nearly missing the deadline if the chattering class of "helpful and empowered women" had just shut up and let them work. They were just finishing up everything when Ms. Perkins tromped up and added another task.
"I have one more task for you. The pool, sauna, and hot tub area are working fine and you did a good job on the deck around it. But I need you to drain them and use this new eco-friendly chemical instead of Chlorine. You have to mix it carefully, play close attention to the instructions."
Ralph was turned away from her, which was good because he just about threw his hammer over the fence and he later thought he might have used it on her if he had been looking at her. He took a deep breath and turned around and said "Seriously? You want us to drain everything and use this new chemical instead? Do you know how long that will take? Do you know how hard that is to do?"
Ms. Perkins glared at him. "I just gave you a compliment on the good job you are doing and this is how you respond? You fucking hick! The ONLY reason you are still working here is because I did your state senator a favor by employing locals instead of going with my first choice! Do you want to get your ass fired and end up pulling in the unemployment checks you fucking loser?"
John stepped in quickly. "Ma'am, that's not how he meant it. His point is valid; it will take us at least a day to properly drain the pool, and another to refill it. That butts right up against your first week of training for your camp counselors, and normally you want us long gone by then. We'll do it, but we need two days to get it done. And its double rate since it's outside the contract."
Ms. Perkins frowned but after a moment and dark look at Ralph she nodded. "I understand. You get the two days, but you stay in this area only and away from my girls, got it?"
The men both nodded and she stalked off. John shot Ralph a look and Ralph shrugged and they got to it. After starting the draining they opened the crate with the new stuff in it. Ralph started to read the instructions and technical data. Some bs about a special herbal mix that was good for the mind, body and soul, and lots of big red bold warnings about mixing it exactly to specs.
After a bit Ralph gave up on the mumbo jumbo and started checking the water system. He opened the door to the pump room and stopped dead.
"Shit. John, come here."
John came up and put his hand to his face with an expression of someone who just realized they had lost the war. "God damn it."
The pumping room was flooded. One of the pipes which had looked fine had burst, and not just a small leak. There was at least a foot long hole along the length and at least half the pipe had rusted clean through. Ralph turned off the water and pulled out the emergency pump and started pumping the water out while John starting checking the other pipes. Their worst fears were realized as the water pumping pipes had mostly rusted through.
"What are we going to do? It will take us at least a week to get all the new pipes in if we order and at least two days if we start driving around to Hard Ware Stores. And if Perkins finds out, if she doesn't fire us you know she will insist on switching to PVC pipe! Hell, she'll probably make us pay for it!" Ralph said as he finished pumping it dry.
John nodded. Ralph noticed he had a thoughtful look on his face and shut up in the hope it would bloom into a great idea. He was rewarded shortly.
"Ralph, I have an idea. See how this thing is setup. It pumps three separate flows; one to the hot tub, one to the sauna, and one to the pool. Each flow is hooked up differently. We can take all the remaining pipes and some spares I have in the truck and make one master water line. We close off here and here" John said as he pointed to two separate outflow areas" and use the pool pipe as the main feeder. When running normally it only is on about 50%, so we can adjust the flow for the other two. We link up the inflow here the same way. We'll have to do some creative tinkering on the hot tub so it flows back, and figure a trapdoor valve for the sauna, but once we have it done it works. We tell Perky at the end of the year this whole thing needs replacing and charge her for it."
Ralph looked at it and after a moment nodded. "That will work. I'll clean out the chlorine filter and figure out how much of this stuff needs to go in it and then help you with the pipes."
They got to work fast and soon had the system up and running. The problem was with the new chemicals. There was a simple formula for how much per x number of gallons, but with the sauna and hot tub (which was large enough for ten people) the math got messed up when you took into account the steam of the sauna. After messing around with it, Ralph gave up and set the chemical release between slow and medium and poured the stuff in. He then realized that he hadn't mixed in two other chemicals and did a rough guess on the amount and poured it in. He made note of how much he had used and figured he could adjust it later. He also noted a warning to not mix this with any Chlorine, but figured he had washed the system enough.
They quit late that night and came back the next day to finish filling the pool. The repairs looked good, and the pool was about half full when they came back. The water looked a bit bluer than normal, but other than that no issues.
Ms. Perkins and two of her main assistants stopped by in the afternoon. Ms. Perkins was nice looking, and these other two weren't bad either. Mrs. Simpson was young bride who had married the son of one of the richest bankers in NYC. She was supposed to be working on a Master's degree but really spent most of her time helping various PC causes and donating tons of her husband's money. She was a nice brunette just over 5 feet 8 inches with nice legs and decent figure, but a rather condescending to anyone not from NYC. Ms. Whilowski was the daughter of a major stock trader and in her third year of college at Harvard. She had some definite Eastern European features and rocked the look with her blonde hair and hourglass figure.
Ms. Perkins looked like she was almost disappointed that they had actually finished ahead of time, but the other two looked a bit relieved. After some discussion to the side, Ms. Perkins thanked them and said they were good to leave until next Monday when they would do their weekly maintenance check.
