As the girl fished a crumpled pack of cigarettes from her shorts pocket and put one of them in her mouth, Pat's anger boiled to the point where it could no longer be controlled. Moving quickly across the room before Roxanne had a chance to strike a match, she snatched the cigarette from between her lips, crumpled it in her fist and threw the remains of the tobacco and filter tip into the ashtray.
"What did you do that for, dammit?" Roxanne growled. "I told you I'm almost out."
"Give me the rest of your cigarettes," Pat demanded.
"Like hell I will!"
"I said give them to me! You know it's against Mrs. Marchant's regulations for any of the girl campers to smoke up here; now give them to me!"
"Go fuck yourself!" Roxanne spat.
Quick as a flash, without even knowing what she was doing until she'd done it, Pat's hand flashed out and struck the girl hard across both cheeks. For a moment, they both seemed startled by the unexpectedness of the slap. Then, realizing what she'd done, Pat stepped back from the girl and muttered, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
"You're going to be a whole lot sorrier!" Roxanne hissed. "Nobody's ever slapped me before in my life. You're going to pay for the pleasure you got out of doing that, Big Sister!"
Despite her determination not to let the girl get the upper hand, Pat couldn't help feeling another shudder of apprehension run through her. It was against regulations for a counselor to strike a camper, and they both knew it. Although compared to Roxanne's offense Pat's was the lesser one, she still knew that if it came to a confrontation with Mrs. Marchant she, too, would now be in trouble.
"Here," she muttered, reaching for her own pack of cigarettes on the bedside table and offering one to the girl, "I'm sorry. Have one of mine, if you need to smoke that badly."
"Thanks," Roxanne snapped, grabbing the whole pack from Pat's hand. "I'll keep them all, if you don't mind, Big Sister." She put one of the cigarettes in her mouth and lit it, blowing a billow of smoke directly into Pat's face. "Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about? I know it isn't just my smoking habits." As she drew another full puff of smoke into her lungs, she crossed the room and settled herself on Pat's bed, propping herself up with the pillow behind her back and raising one leg at the knee so that her crotch was openly exposed.
"No," Pat said slowly, keeping her stare full on the girl's face as she moved toward her, "I want to talk to you about your sexual habits."
"Oh, really?" Roxanne murmured, without so much as batting an eye. "That sounds like an interesting topic. Where do you want to start, Big Sister?"
"How about with last night?"
"Last night…?" Roxanne pretended to think for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders. "What about it? I don't think I'm following you."
"Would it help any if I mentioned the name Mimsy Colberg?"
"Oh." The girl put the cigarette to her lips and drew in a deep puff, then let the smoke curl out slowly through her nostrils. "So you know about it. So what?"
"So what?" Pat gasped in astonishment. She couldn't help laughing at the girl's impudence. "Boy, you really are something, aren't you? You're the hardest little bitch I've met in a long, long time. Nothing really fazes you, does it?"
"Only boredom," she shrugged.
"And to relieve your boredom, you attack other girls?"
"Not only for that reason," she said with a slow smile. "I'm sure you can understand the others. We all get the itch now and then, you know."
Pat's eyes darted across the girl's face, wondering if there were more meaning behind her words than she was letting on. Her cocky manner hadn't abated for even a second. It seemed almost as though she knew there was nothing Pat could do to her, because of something she knew but wasn't yet revealing.
"You'd better think twice before scratching that itch again," she warned. "What happened last night is grounds enough for you to be thrown out of this camp first thing tomorrow morning. If I go to Mrs. Marchant with the story, that is."
"But you're not going to tell her, are you?" Roxanne purred.
"No, I'm not. I've decided to give you this warning and one last chance. If it happens again, though, if I even hear so much as a whisper about you bothering any of the other girls, I won't hesitate for a second to see that you're thrown out of here."
"Oh, don't worry," Roxanne laughed through another cloud of smoke she expelled through her nostrils. "I won't lay a finger on any of them."
"Well, you'd better not…"
"No, not them," she smiled. "You see, I didn't really want Mimsy; she just happened to be the only thing available at the time. But now…"
She let the rest of what she was going to say trail off in another mysterious smile.
"But now, what?" Pat asked suspiciously.
"Simple," Roxanne shrugged. "Now I've got you."
"Me…!"
"Yes, you. I've always preferred girls a little older than myself, anyway. You're just my type, Big Sister. We're going to get along just fine this summer, I can tell."
"Like hell!" Pat snorted. "Just who the hell do you think you are, talking to me like that? Don't you realize what you're doing?"
"I know exactly what I'm doing."
"I could go to Mrs. Marchant this minute and tell her what you've just said to me. What do you think her reaction would be?"
"I don't know. But I'll bet it wouldn't be anything like the reaction I'd get out of her if I told a few things I know."
For an instant, Pat felt as though her heart had stopped beating. "What is she getting at?" she thought, as a tingle of fear ran up and down her spine. "What does she knew?"
"Why don't you come over here and sit down beside me?" Roxanne murmured, patting her hand on the bed. "Let's make ourselves more comfortable, hmmmmm? Let's get to know one another."
"You're crazy!" Pat laughed. "I think you really are crazy!"
"What's wrong? Are you afraid somebody will come in and catch us? There's no one around; they're all at the movie. Come on," she beckoned a second time. "Sit over here by me and let's get friendly." She spread her legs a little further apart and dropped her hand down between them, rubbing slowly back and forth across her cunt through the summer shorts she was wearing. "You've got a lot of making up to do for those slaps you gave me, Big Sister."
Pat's body felt like a coiled spring about to snap. On the one hand she found the girl's mocking insolence unbearable and was determined to assert her authority as a camp counselor, even if it meant resorting to a conference with Mrs. Marchant about removing Roxanne from Summer Sisters. But on the other hand, seeing the girl rubbing herself like that and knowing she could have her by merely crossing the room to the bed and getting down on it alongside her, Pat's sexual instincts were being more strongly roused with every minute that went by. She remembered the full, lush curves of Roxanne's nude body in the shower and how she had watched her with lust in her eyes. She could have that body now, even though it would mean she could no longer make a report to the camp's owner, no matter what the girl did for the rest of the summer.
"You're not afraid of me, are you?" Roxanne murmured. She crushed out her cigarette in the ashtray and began to unbutton the front of her blouse. She wore no bra underneath, and as she opened the blouse further and further her young, firm tits came quickly into view. Slipping the blouse off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor alongside the bed, she cupped her hands in under the large tits and offered them in Pat's direction. "Come on," she coaxed. "You couldn't get enough of a look at them in the shower room last night, so why not come closer and take a good look now?"
"So that's it!" Pat thought with relief. She had feared that Roxanne's veiled hints of knowing something damaging against her were based on concrete facts, but it now seemed that she had no more than a suspicion on her side. She'd probably caught Pat's stare in the shower room and figured she could entice her into a sexual act. Once suspicion had been confirmed as fact, there would be nothing Pat could say to the camp owner about what had happened with Mimsy Colberg. But if that was Roxanne's plan for getting herself out of trouble, Pat thought, she was about to discover how quickly it was going to backfire on her.