Lesbian Reconditioning Camp

Alexis Fawx and Brandi Love sit close, voices low but charged. 'She'll get burned playing with those boys—they're only after one thing,' Alexis says, eyes tight with worry. Brandi rubs her thigh. 'I know, babe, but we can't force her anymore—she's legal now. Remember what we were like at eighteen?' Athena Faris walks in mid-sentence. The mothers repeat their lecture about skeezy boys; she rolls her eyes. They confess they once shared a bed at a "reconditioning" camp that flipped straight girls into hungry lesbians. They pitch the camp to Athena. She laughs it off—until Brandi offers a brand-new car if she finishes the program. The bribe lands. Athena takes the deal, cocky the camp won't touch her. Two months crawl. Alexis and Brandi pace until the door opens. Athena strides in, palms out. "Keys first," she says, swearing the camp was a joke and she's as straight as ever. That night the couple lies in bed. Brandi hears a wet, furtive sound. She slips down the hall, pushes the bathroom door, and finds Athena on the floor, legs spread, one of their used thongs pressed to her nose while she pumps her fingers deep. Caught, Athena moans she can't stop picturing girls, tasting them, wanting pussy. Alexis joins, excitement flashing hot. "Show us what you learned." Athena stalls, knees shaking, but the pull is too strong; she drops between them, tongue eager, body given. The camp's work is done.