Chapter #5Camp Naked Grace by: Unknown Eric the horrid leprechaun saunters up like some clothed toad to the parti-colored sign outside Camp Naked Grace, “Heh. If they aren’t naked now, they will be by the time I’m done with the lot of ‘em!”, he mused with a wicked grin, and continued treading into the sleeping camp of young, innocent beauties on a month-long church-sponsored summer camp getaway. The camp is not a genuine nudist camp. Rather, the name signifies that the girls will all be true believers in their church and remain pure of heart on returning to their regular lives after their fun-filled summer at camp.
His gold is here, somewhere. He can sense it, but he can’t as yet unravel why someone might try to hide it amongst all of these young human girls at their summer camp. Going into vapor form, Eric glides effortlessly around the encampment, slipping into and out of the various simple log cabins, inspecting the young bodies as they sleep. As a mere wisp of air, he has just enough power to slowly drag sheets down to inspect their forms, or mildly play with their round little rears and perky teenage breasts through the sheer fabric of their nightwear.
It takes the foul creature a leisurely three hours to wind his ethereal way through the camp, nudging and poking at the pretty sleeping girls. From what Eric can make out, there are four cabins with 5 or 6 girls each inside. The girls’ ages range from 8 to 14, and there is a mix of ages in each cabin, with the older girls serving as cabin leaders. A separate cabin holds the camp counselors, who are all slightly older girls of around 15 to 17 years old. Eric has an especially delightful time sending his wisplike fingers roaming all over their tender, sensitive forms, causing them to moan and nearly awaken with shivers of pleasure.
Still perplexed, Eric resumes leprechaun form outside of the camp again. Then, his eyes light on the sturdier structure on the hill overlooking the campground. "There! That’s where my gold lies hiding! I can sense the effect it is having on the adult humans sleeping there!”. Again resuming vapor form, he winds his way slowly above the mists like a slim tendril, up higher along the ridge until he is inside the stately house overlooking the camp. Inside, he finds his quarry: A sleeping couple of middle-aged evangelical TV personalities who started the camp as a tax haven, but then happened upon the missing gold while surveying the place. Their names are Dr. Ernest and Maxine Proctor, and while they weren’t originally terribly wicked, the leprechaun gold has a way of changing people, and now they have halted their televised prayer hour program in favor of spending their days hunting more gold here in this remote area.
“Time to have a little fun with these thieves”, smirks the leprechaun, as he...
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