Theatre Camp: The Next Summer

Theatre Camp: The Next Summer

A sequel to “Theatre Camp” by Bellylord. 

1.

The other cast members exchanged doubtful glances, as Elizabeth confidently walked onto the set taking each step with purpose. Her hair was a golden blonde, cascading down her back in waves. Her delicate facial features were accentuated by bold makeup, and her lips were painted a deep red. Elizabeth's slender arms and toned stomach were on full display in her crop top that showed off her newly trimmed belly. They had anticipated her arrival since seeing her name on the cast list, she was playing the lead role of Nellie Forbush in South Pacific. What they really wanted to see was what happened when the pretty blonde came face to face with Paige again. 

"Wow, she really doesn’t learn, does she?" muttered one of the crew members.

Another cast member chimed in, "I can’t believe she is still wearing those belly shirts after what Paige did to her last year."

The tension in the room grew. Elizabeth overheard the gossiping actors, her eyes scanning each member as if daring them to say something to her. All eyes were on her, waiting to see if something would happen between her and Paige. 

However, Paige was working on a scene with a group of actors, her focus completely on her craft. Her distinctive short, dark haircut and sharp features, including high cheekbones and an angular jawline, gave her an edgy look.  Her large and expressive eyes held a captivating intensity that was impossible to ignore. And with her lean, athletic build, it was clear that Paige took great care of her body. She pretended not to notice Elizabeth's arrival, continuing to guide the actors through the scene.

Rehearsal continued and Elizabeth quickly fell into her familiar role as the brainy drama queen. She often ran her hands over her toned belly, admiring herself in the reflection of the studio mirrors. "As the great Edna St. Vincent Millay once said, 'My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—It gives a lovely light,'" Elizabeth quoted, her voice filled with a sense of awe and admiration.

Elizabeth frequently corrected her castmates' delivery and movements, insisting on her interpretation of the character. "As the great Meryl Streep said, 'Acting is not about being someone different. It's finding the similarity in what is apparently different, then finding myself in there,'" Elizabeth said, followed by a loud sigh. "But I guess not everyone can understand that."

"Come on, can't you get it right? It's not that hard," After one particularly bad take, Elizabeth berated a young dancer, who was at the camp to have fun and learn, for not being able to keep up with the rest of the cast.  "You know, when I was only thirteen, I did a one-woman show for my family. They were blown away," she said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

Paige noticed the exchange and quickly made her way over to the dancer, offering her comfort and support. After a few minutes, Paige approached Elizabeth.

"Hey, Elizabeth. Can we talk for a second?" Paige asked, her tone calm but firm.

"What do you want?" Elizabeth spat, instinctively moving her hands to protect her bare stomach. The rest of the cast watched in anticipation, like a group of meerkats on high alert for predators.

"Well first, I wanted to apologize for what happened between us last summer. I don't want things to be like that again," Paige said, her tone calm but firm.

"You have some nerve bringing that up," Elizabeth's face twisted in anger at the mention of their fight."You think you can just waltz back in here and act like nothing happened?"

"I'm not trying to act like nothing happened. I just want to move forward and work together as professionals," Paige replied, holding her ground. "I understand that it's not easy, but we need to work together as a team to put on a great show," Paige said, trying to ease the tension.

The rest of the cast watched in tense silence, like a coiled spring ready to snap at any moment, half-expecting another fight to break out between the two. Elizabeth finally relented, "You're right. I'll lay off the cast and crew," she said, finally relenting.

After the storm, the sea calmed, and the ship sailed smoothly with Elizabeth remaining quiet and steering her focus towards her performance.

But later, Elizabeth's ears perked up like a fox, and her eyes narrowed as she heard the group of dancers making exaggerated grunting noises and laughing hysterically.

Elizabeth overheard their conversation and immediately became defensive. "What are you all talking about?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

"We were just saying how surprised we are that you're still wearing belly shirts after what happened with Paige last year," one of the cast members replied.

Elizabeth scoffed. "That was last year, people. I'm not going to let one punch stop me from wearing what I want."

“What do you mean one punch?” Karen laughed, “What I heard was that Paige used you like a punching bag!”

Samantha shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you would be so dumb as to pick a fight while wearing a belly shirt. What did you think was going to happen?"

“And you are still wearing a crop top after Paige slugged you like a hundred times!” John laughed.

"It was not a hundred-" Elizabeth spat protectively. "Maybe I am trying to prove a point," Elizabeth suggested.

"A point? What point could you be trying to prove?" John countered. "That you love getting punched in the gut?"

Elizabeth bristled at the comment, feeling a surge of anger. "Whatever," she muttered before storming off.

"Ugh, she's even more obnoxious than before," whispered one of the actresses to her friend.

2.

A few days had passed. The tension was high at the outdoor pool as the cast and crew of the play hung out after a long day of rehearsal. Paige, in her modest black workout clothes, sat on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. She wasn't interested in swimming, and the sight of Elizabeth flaunting her body in her pink bikini did nothing to change her mind.

Elizabeth wore hip-hugger jean shorts and a white crop top that clutched her small breasts but stretched no longer than her third rib. Her movements were slow and deliberate, each one designed to grab everyone’s attention. 

Elizabeth's fingers fumbled with the button for a moment, her eyes focused on the task at hand. As she finally managed to undo it, she took a step back and gave a sly smile, knowing that all eyes were on her. Slowly, she lowered the zipper, her movements deliberate and tantalizing.

As Elizabeth shimmied the shorts down her hips. The male cast members couldn't help but stare in admiration at her long, slender tanned legs. 

"Man, she's such a *****, but damn she's hot," one of the male actors muttered under his breath.

"I know, right?" replied another, shaking his head in disappointment.

She lifted her shirt over her head, she wore a tiny pink bikini top and small breasts, she lacked any natural sensuality, like a robot mimicking human behavior without understanding its true essence. They all knew she practiced every move in front of a mirror, lacking any natural sensuality.

She took a moment to adjust the waistband of her bikini bottoms, making sure they were sitting just right. Then, with a playful smile, she turned around to give everyone a view of her backside.

"Ugh, I wish she would just stop," one of the female crew members said, rolling her eyes.

"I know, it's like she's a contestant on a never-ending talent show," another chimed in. 

Elizabeth felt the heat of the sun on her skin as she stood there, her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, relishing in the warmth and the sound of the water splashing around her. 

As she opened her eyes, she took a moment to look down at her body, admiring the way the sunlight highlighted her flat, soft stomach and trim waistline. Her belly button was a small, delicate indentation, surrounded by smooth, tanned skin. She ran her hand over her belly, feeling the slight muscle definition that she had been working on for months. 

Paige was amused as she watched Elizabeth strutting around the pool like a pea**** spreading its feathers, desperate for attention. It was clear to Paige that Elizabeth had not learned her lesson from the last time they crossed paths. Here she was, acting as if she wanted to do it all over again, trying to stir up drama where there was none. Paige was content to simply watch as Elizabeth made a fool of herself. 

"What's the matter, Paige?" Elizabeth had sauntered up to her striking a pose from sports illustrated, "Not brave enough to put on a swimsuit next to me?"

"I just don't feel like swimming," she said, hoping to avoid a confrontation.

Elizabeth scoffed. "Of course, you don't. You're too afraid to show off that flabby body of yours."

Paige bristled at the insult but kept her cool. "I'm not afraid of anything, Elizabeth. I just don't feel like swimming," she repeated.

Elizabeth smirked, "Whatever you say, Paige. I mean, I know you like to hide it under those baggy clothes of yours."

"You never learn, do you?" Paige growled, standing up to face Elizabeth, her eyes blazing with anger.

Elizabeth winced but refused to back down. "I'll never learn what, Paige? That you're a terrible actress and a weakling? I already know that."

Paige's eyes narrowed, and she spat, "You just can't keep your mouth shut, can you, Jelly Belly?"

"I'll shut up when you stop being a terrible actress," Elizabeth sneered.

Paige heaved a tired sigh. "Is that what this is about? You're still sore about losing your role in Oleanna?"

"No, I'm sore about you thinking you're so great when you're not. “You're a joke!”

Elizabeth emphasized the insult by shoving Paige in the chest. Paige's anger boiled over. Without thinking, she pushed Elizabeth toward the pool with all her might. Elizabeth let out a surprised shriek as she stumbled backward, arms flailing as she fell into the cool water of the pool. Water splashed everywhere as Elizabeth hit the surface with a loud splash, her bikini-clad body sinking beneath the water's surface.

Paige felt a sense of satisfaction as her cast mates erupted in a chorus of laughter. They loved seeing the self-proclaimed drama queen brought down a peg. But as Elizabeth resurfaced, sputtering and gasping as she emerged from the water, screaming at Paige "You *****!" She knew that the girl wasn't going to let this go easily.

Sure enough, as Elizabeth climbed out of the pool, water cascading down her body, she turned to face Paige, her eyes burning with rage. Her wet hair clung to her face, framing her features in a way that only seemed to accentuate her anger.

"You think you're so tough, don't you?" Elizabeth spat. "Pushing me into the pool like that. You're nothing but a coward."

Paige rolled her eyes, unimpressed with Elizabeth's attempts to provoke her. "You're the one who was taunting me, Elizabeth. You were practically begging for it."

"I wasn't begging for anything," Elizabeth retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're just jealous of me. You always have been."

Paige scoffed. "Jealous of what? Your annoying voice and your entitled attitude? Give me a break, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth's face twisted in anger, her fists clenching at her sides. "You don't know anything about me. You don't know what it's like to work hard and achieve your goals. All you know how to do is throw punches."

"I work just as hard as you do, if not harder," Paige shot back. Paige bristled at Elizabeth's words. She knew they were untrue, but the fact that Elizabeth thought that way about her still stung. "I'm an actress, too."

Elizabeth sneered. "An actress? Please. I bet you couldn't even get a role in a community theater production."

Paige felt her temper flare at Elizabeth's insult. "You want to go another round, Elizabeth? Because I'm not afraid to put you in your place again."

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, and she took a step forward. "I'm not afraid of you, Paige. Let's do this."

Paige's grin widened as she felt a surge of adrenaline. She was more than ready for round two. Elizabeth went after her immediately, and just like the year before she threw a wild punch at Paige's face.

Like a snake striking its prey, Paige's fist connected with Elizabeth's belly. She let out a guttural groan. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard to the bystanders, making them wince in discomfort.

"HUOOOOOPH!!" Her face twisted in agony, her features contorted like a rubber mask being pulled from all sides.Her eyes bulged and watered, and her mouth hung open, struggling to take in air. It was as if all the color had drained from her face, leaving her pale and vulnerable. She doubled over, her body folding in on itself like a piece of paper crumpling under pressure.

"Damn, did you see that? Elizabeth can't take a punch for ****," someone from the cast exclaimed.

"I know, right? She was practically begging for it with that attitude," another responded.

"I knew she was all bark and no bite, but I didn't think she'd go down that easily," the first one replied.

Elizabeth's arms shot up in shock, her hands fluttering like startled birds. Her eyes widened as she struggled to process what had just happened, her brain struggling to catch up with her body's sudden reaction. The cast and crew around the pool burst into laughter at Elizabeth's expense, finding her flailing and gasping for air to be hilarious. It was as if she was a fish out of water, flapping around helplessly as they watched on in amusement.

“N-no!” Elizabeth's protest was feeble, her voice barely audible over the sound of her labored breathing. Paige's grip on her hair was unyielding, and as she was yanked back up.

“OOOUPH!” Paige's punches landed hard and fast, with the force of a battering ram against Elizabeth's tiny frame. Her delicate features contorted in pain, and her body convulsed with each impact. The air rushed out of her lungs in a wheezing gasp, leaving her feeling dizzy and lightheaded.  Elizabeth was like a rag doll, being tossed around by the merciless blows. 

"I feel kind of bad for her, though," someone said.

"Are you kidding? She's been on Paige's back all week. She needs to stop running her mouth," another person responded.

Elizabeth's face contorted in agony, her eyes tightly shut as she gasped for air. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed with the effort of trying to catch her breath. She gritted her teeth as another wave of pain washed over her, her muscles tense and strained. Despite her efforts to back away, her body seemed to be failing her, and she stumbled, her movements becoming increasingly uncoordinated.

“WOOOF!” Paige wound back her arm and sent it flying towards Elizabeth's midsection once again landing with a thud. A low, guttural grunt escaped her lips as she absorbed the blow. Elizabeth's delicate frame was lifted off the ground by the sheer force of the punch, making her look even tinier and more fragile than before.

The girls looked at each other in disbelief as they watched Elizabeth get hit in the stomach yet again. "How stupid can she be?" one of them muttered, shaking her head.

The girls scoffed and rolled their eyes at Elizabeth's choice of attire. "How dumb can you be?" one of them exclaimed. "After Paige kicked her ass last summer, she still wears a damn bikini that shows off her abs."

"I mean, what did she think was going to happen?" another girl chimed in. "It's like she's asking for it."

The girls all laughed bitterly, at Elizabeth's misfortune. They had never been fond of her and felt that she deserved everything she was getting.

Through it all, Elizabeth's moans and groans filled the air. Paige's taunts and insults echoed in her ears, but they seemed to come from a distance as if she were underwater and everything was muffled. Elizabeth's mind was foggy, her body writhing in agony.

One of the cast members spoke up, "Damn, Paige really knocked the wind out of her."

A girl joined in, "Yeah, she can't seem to take a punch at all. Maybe we should give her a break."

Another girl disagreed, "No way! She looks hot when she's getting beat up. I wouldn't mind seeing her take a few more punches."

As Elizabeth's delicate frame lay on the ground, her petite body heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, it was clear that she was outmatched. Paige briefly felt a twinge of guilt, but the memory of Elizabeth's constant taunts and belittlement quickly erased any remorse. This was the moment that Elizabeth had been asking for, and Paige was determined to show her that she couldn't push people around without consequences.

Paige walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up to face her. "Had enough yet?" Paige sneered. Her nimble fingers deftly undid the clasp of Elizabeth's bra, as if she had done it a hundred times before. In a sudden motion, she forcefully yanked the garment off, leaving Elizabeth's breasts exposed to the chilly breeze. 

Elizabeth's eyes widened like saucers, her cheeks flushed as the guys in the group let out a collective roar of excitement as Paige ripped off Elizabeth's bra. They had been wanting to see her like this for years, and the sight of her chest sent them into a frenzy.

"YES! Finally!" one guy shouted, pumping his fist in the air.

"I knew she had it in her," another guy added, staring intently at her chest.

"Dude, I've been waiting for this moment since the day she arrived," one guy exclaimed, practically hyperventilating with excitement.

The excitement in the group was palpable, and the guys couldn't help but continue to make comments and catcalls, admiring Elizabeth's exposed figure.

"I can't believe we're seeing this," one guy said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Who knew she had it in her?" another guy said with a grin.

"Can you guys just shut up already?" one of the girls snapped, rolling her eyes at the guys' antics.

The girls in the group looked on in disgust, chastising the boys for their behavior. But even they couldn't help but feel a bit of amusement at Elizabeth's humiliation.

"Elizabeth isn't even trying to cover up, it's like she's just taking it," one girl said, shaking her head in disapproval.

Another girl couldn't help but laugh, "I can't believe Elizabeth actually got herself into this mess."

As Paige yanked down Elizabeth's pink *******, the entire cast erupted in excitement. Their eyes widened in anticipation as Elizabeth was left completely naked before them.

"Holy ****, look at that body!" one of the guys shouted, his voice cracking with excitement.

"She's even hotter than I thought!" another guy added, his eyes glued to her naked form.

The girls in the group exchanged uncomfortable glances, not sure how to react to the boys' excitement. But even they couldn't deny that Elizabeth had a great body.

"Damn, I wish I had her figure," one of the girls said, half-jokingly.

"Man, Paige really did a number on her," one girl remarked, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Did you see the way Elizabeth just stood there while Paige yanked off her bikini?” another cast member chimed in, laughing at the image. The group erupted into laughter, but not everyone found the situation amusing. 

Elizabeth clenched her fists, knowing that her behavior had cost her more than the fight. Her hot body was the only reason anyone tolerated her.

"You should have known better than to mess with me, Jelly Belly," Paige sneered as she watched Elizabeth struggle to stay on her feet. Paige pulled back her fist for another punch, and Elizabeth braced herself, knowing it would be devastating. She felt her heart racing and her breathing quicken as she awaited the inevitable impact. In that split second, all she could do was steel herself for what was to come.

The next punch landed with a hollow thud.

"Ughhhhhhh!" Elizabeth groaned as the punch landed, her breath knocked out of her. She flailed and shook, her tiny body unable to withstand the force of the blow. It was as if she were a rag doll being tossed about by a strong gust of wind.

Her knees buckled, and she crumpled to the ground, still moaning in pain. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to catch her breath, her body convulsing with each gasp for air. The pain was overwhelming, and she wondered if she would ever recover.

“Houppphhh!”, Elizabeth's face contorted in pain as she took the hardest punch of her life. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as she doubled over from the impact. She felt light-headed, and her vision started to blur. She was aware of the other cast members watching her, but it was as if they were in a different world. All she could focus on was the searing pain in her belly.

"You don't have the stomach for it," she added, shoving Elizabeth toward the pool.

Elizabeth fell back as if everything was happening in slow motion. She flailed her arms, desperate to find something to hold onto, but found nothing. The cold water hit her with a shock, making her gasp for air as she sank below the surface. Her eyes were wide open, and she could see the bubbles rising around her, the sunlight filtering through the water above.

But then the panic set in. She hadn't taken a full breath in almost a minute, and Elizabeth realized that she couldn't hold her breath any longer. She tried to kick to the surface, but her body felt heavy and unresponsive. The water seemed to be pressing in on her, suffocating her. Her lungs were burning, and she could feel her vision starting to fade. She was going to drown.

Then Strong hands pulled her up, dragging her to the surface. Elizabeth gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as she broke the surface. She clung to the edge of the pool, her body heaving as she tried to catch her breath. 

Her cast mates were all around her, cheering and laughing, but Elizabeth couldn't focus on anything except the burning pain in her tummy. Elizabeth felt a deep sense of disgrace as she looked down at her naked body. Her brand new pink bikini, the one she had been so excited to wear, was now in tatters on the ground. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes as she tried to hold back her emotions. She couldn't believe that she had let herself get into this situation. How could Paige do this to her? Why did everyone have to see her like this?

Fuming, Elizabeth pulled herself out of the pool, she couldn't wait to get out of this place and away from these people. She wrapped a towel around herself and tried to walk away with as much dignity as she could muster, but it was a futile effort. They would never take her seriously now, and she wondered how she would ever be able to face them again. Elizabeth would always be remembered as the girl who couldn't take a punch.