All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
Cora, Troy's mother, was at her wits end. She had tried everything possible to rein in her 18 year old son, Troy. He was wild. She realized that she was part of the problem. She'd given him everything he'd ever desired. She had never required him to take responsibility for anything. He was a spoiled rotten young boy who needed to be tamed.
Troy was getting into every kind of trouble. He'd stolen cars just for the fun of it. He had shoplifted, not needing anything. He busted in to Coras bridge gathering drunk and nearly naked in just his skimpy underwear. She was so embarrassed she never had the group meeting again.
He continually got into trouble at school and was expelled several times. Their money and status would get him back into school.
Out of options, a friend gave Cora some information about a camph for "troubled youth," she'd heard about from a friend of a friend. Thinking this might be her last resort she decided to ship Troy off to camp.
Troy was furious when his mother informed him of her plans. He cursed her and threatened to do bodily harm if she went through with her plans. The only thing that stopped him was the threat to cut his flow of cash completely off. She had made that threat before but this time Troy could tell she was serious.
He then tried being overly kind and cooperative, hoping she would change her mind. He stated, "I'll be good. I won't do anything to embarrass you ever again."
Cora replied, "We've had this same conversation so many times I can't count them. If you don't go to this camp, I'm done. You'll be on your own. You will have to get a job and your own place to live. There will be NO monetary help from me."
It was sinking in to Troy that he really didn't have a choice. His thinking was he'd go along with this ridiculous farce, get it over with and then get things back to normal.
"Ok...alright, I'll go. But I think it's a waste of time and your money,"Troy professed.
In his head he'd envisioned this "camp" to be some kind of luxury spa type place. There's no way his own mother would dare send him to anything less than the best.
Troy had slept on the plane and when he was jousted awake he had no idea where he was. He was met at the airport by a large woman holding a sign with his name on it.
"I'm Troy," he said to the Amazon type woman. She said nothing but turned and started walking off. "Hey! What the hell? Am I supposed to carry my own luggage?" The woman turned and gave him a eat shi5 look and kept walking.
Troy grabbed his bags and trotted off after the woman, cursing her all the way. She stopped at a shabby looking old model van. It was so old you couldn't distinguish what color it had once been.
"Am I supposed to ride in this...this thing?" Troy questioned. Afterwards he asked, "Well can I at least have some help loading my baggage? Their Gucci you know."
The woman grabbed his bags and threw them onto the van then kicked them down the aisle. "Hey, those cost more than you'll earn in a year!" Troy shouted.
"Shut the fuck up and sit your nasty ass down," the Amazonian woman ordered. "I'm so already over your shit! It's gonna be my greatest pleasure busting that nice but spoiled ass of yours."
Troy was surprised and stunned that this person was addressing him in that manner. "I'm going to report you to the administrator of this...this camp, as soon as we arrive,"Troy announced.
In a much calmer and respectful voice she said, "Why wait. Let me introduce myself. I'm Hillary, I own and run the...camp!"
Troy was thrown for a loop? He wasn't expecting that. Surely this beast of a woman couldn't be the person in charge. She didn't appear to have enough brain cells to find her way home. Something had to be amiss here.
Trying to mediate the situation Troy asked, "How far is it to the camp?
"We'll be there before long," Hillary answered. "It's way out in the boonies away from everything."
"Wow! That's interesting. I hope my phone still works out here," Troy said.
Laughing, Hillary replied, "It won't. There aren't any towers nearby. So no phone or WiFi available, sorry?"
"What! You can't be serious!" Troy responded. "I'll need to get in contact with my friends and family."
"That was one of your mom's requests. She wanted to keep you away from some of those friends. She suspects they are a bad influence on you and have contributed to your misbehavior." Hillary explained.
"That fucking cunt! She has no right to do that to me." Troy responded.
"This kind of behavior is exactly why she sent you here," Hillary explained. "That will not be tolerated at camp. I've been given permission to use any and every kind of treatment to stop such behavior."
Troy just gave her a look that implied, eat shit and die.
After what seemed hours to Troy, they arrived at the camp as it was getting dark. From what he could see he quickly realized it was no luxury, anything. It was rustic, very rustic. Nothing like what Troy was accustomed to.
"It's too late for a tour tonight. I'll show you the layout tomorrow,"Hillary said. "Follow me and I'll show you to your bunk. Oh by the way you'll be happy to know you'll have the entire second floor of the cabin to yourself. You're the only boy here right now."
"What do you mean, the second floor? I require private accommodations." Troy specified.
"That's a joke. You should be grateful you get the upstairs to yourself. It's normally full of other juvenile delinquents." Hillary laughed. "Pick a bed and get some rest, tomorrow's going to be a busy day."
Troy was exhausted from traveling and arguing with Hillary. He chose a bed at the far end, undressed and was asleep nearly immediately.
Troy was awakened by voices seemingly getting closer and closer. He opened his eyes expecting to see Hillary. Instead he saw four strange girls standing next to his bed.
"What the...who the...how did you get in here?" Troy was trying to ask all his questions at the same time. He grabbed the sheet and pulled it up around his neck to hide his naked chest. He was sleeping in only his jockey shorts.
Emma, a stout rough looking girl answered, "First of all you're the new one here. We, the girls, live downstairs and we just walked up the stairs to get here. Any other questions, smart ass?"
"How dare you barge in on me like this!" Troy exclaimed. "I could have been indecent or something."
The girls all laughed. "Well excuse us. Next time we will call and make an appointment," Emma sarcastically said.
"So, are you indecent?" Emma asked. Immediately after asking that she and the other girls grabbed his sheet trying to pull it off him. It didn't take much of a struggle for four against one and his sheet was off him and on the floor.
There he was in his bed and naked except for his underwear. He automatically covered his crotch with his hands and screamed for them to leave him alone.
"What the fuck is wrong with you people?" Troy asked.
Emma said, after a long pause and looking him up and down, "Not too shabby for a preppy punk like you. In fact you're kinda good looking all over. Let's see what's in those jockey shorts girls!"
