The Sports Camp

"Hey, Nancy! Funny seeing you here." Nancy jumped at the sound behind her. Oh, gosh! she thought. Someone recognized her! She'd hoped to be unknown in this event here. It would be so embarrassing to have someone find out she was here. This was way down in some place like South America -- Vespugia or something like that -- deep in the middle of the rainforest.

She'd seen the flier posted on a couple streetlights, calling for participants in a sports event. The advertisement promised free transportation and room and board, as well as payment. She'd jumped at the opportunity, to get away from school, family, and everything else. It would be for a couple of months, and then she'd come back.

When she arrived, she'd been disturbed and upset to discover that the sports would be all-nude events -- nude tennis, nude aquatic sports, nude gymnastics, nude volleyball, nude Taekwondo, and nude sex. She'd found that her tennis skirts, swimsuit, and leotards were all useless. Actually, not so useless. It was so darn hot down here, that she wore them during the day.

She found herself to be quite popular here, because of her Japanese ancestry. There were very few Japanese Americans here, or Asian Americans of any type. Most were African Americans, but quite a few were white Americans as well. They were all from the US, to her surprise. Nobody was from any other country. A surprising number were pregnant, including the black roommate Nancy had been assigned.

Nancy was surprised and a bit disturbed that they had to attend classes in the morning. But she was even more surprised to find that they were all much more interesting than classes at home were. In the afternoon, they took sports class, and also had time to wander around and think and relax. Nancy had signed up for tennis. Of course, the classes were nude and coed. Birth control pills were mandatory for all the girls, except the pregnant ones. There was also talk about drugs -- they were banned here, and drug-treatment was mandatory for those addicted.

Nancy had never been in such a scrape before.

Typically, the classes consisted of games, with relatively little instruction. They were meant to be fun, to watch as well as to play. Nancy noticed videocamera recorders hidden in spots, videotaping everything.

Her first game was a three-set singles match against a guy. They were both nude, and Nancy was totally embarrassed at the start, going out in front of the others. But she was a good player, and put aside her embarrassment once the action started. She noticed that the guy kept getting distracted by erections, and she defeated him handily.

She eventually became accustomed to the nudity, and during some of her free time watched other games in progress.

Nancy was wearing a one-piece swimsuit now, and Amy was wearing a bikini top with shorts. Nancy put down the book she'd been engrossed in, and looked up. It was Amy, her older sister's best friend. Weren't they off at college now? "Amy! Hello, wha-- er, nice to see you here. How are you doing?"

"So what are you reading there?" Amy asked.

Nancy looked down at her book. "'The Last of the Mohicans.' It's rather long and slow, difficult to read. But it's quite interesting, once you get into it, and I can't seem to put it down now."

"Oh, I read it two years ago for American Literature class. We had Mrs. Van Dorn. She was awfully tough."

"Yes. She's part of the reason I ran away. But what are you doing here?"

"Shhh..." whispered Amy, as she sat down next to Nancy. "I'm investigating."

"Investigating? What do you mean?"

"Investigating this place. We suspect that this is a front for laundering drug money.

"Money-laundering?!?"

"Yes. The financier of this camp is a Colombian tycoon, thought to be a major drug kingpin and importer of drugs into the USA."

"But how could that be?" asked Nancy. "They seem to emphasize an awful lot the badness of drugs here. This could almost be a reform school for drug addicts and pregnant girls."

"Yes," chortled Amy. "Notice the irony. It is designed to help out drug addicts and inner city kids. I've discovered quite a few things. I'm not at liberty to disclose them, just yet. But yes, this is a money-laundering scheme, and also a scheme for producing nude and sexy videos and pictures. But it seems like the tycoon discovered he was actually able to do good with this camp."

"Well, I don't believe in God. But they say that God works in mysterious ways."

"Yes, and the last thing I want to do is shut it down. There are so many other targets to go after."

"What about college?" asked Nancy. "You haven't dropped out, have you?"

"Leave of Absence," answered Amy. "They approved of the investigation. I might even get some independent-study credit, if I write it up. I'm not sure that I want to, now. Hey, I have to get going now. I do gymnastics in half an hour. Come and watch, if you want."

"Okay. Nice to see you again!"

Amy left. Nancy didn't have to show up for tennis for another couple of hours, so she sat for awhile thinking about things. She got up and headed toward the gymnasiums.

She sat down in the bleachers, and watched. Two lines of girls and a few boys were headed toward the same vault bench. A girl from each line alternatively ran and flipped into a handstand over the bench and landed on the other side. Nancy wondered what would happen if two of them collided, but none ever did. She watched a very-late pregnant girl run rather breath- lessly up, wondering how in the world she would ever manage the vault. But she did it. A boy vaulted from the other line just behind her.

A few minutes later, the end of the vaulting was announced, and the vault benches were removed and replaced by three sets of uneven bars. Amy entered to the set on the left; a boy Nancy recognized from her dorm entered to the middle; and, to Nancy's surprise, her roommate entered to the right.

Someone blew a whistle, and they all started. Nancy watched all three of them in tern, but watched her roommate the most. They were all doing the same routine; her roommate a bit more slowly and clumsily than the others, but Nancy wondered how she could do it at all, being pregnant and all that. Her arms and legs must be so strong to accomplish that, she thought.

After the event, the three participants ran to each other and congratulated each other, and Nancy couldn't help running down to hug them each in turn. A couple others came down from the audience as well.

They all went back up to the audience together, and watched the rest of the show. Afterwards, they followed Nancy to the tennis courts. As Nancy slipped off her swimsuit and went up to her side of the court, she wondered if she could ever perform as well as the other three had just done. Of course, she was going to defeat her opponent, but she was good at tennis. She wondered if she should try something new.

The END