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    “Mud? Mud!  Are we? Do we? Mud,” number six keeps screaming, over and over again.  Some of the ladies start to panic.  She’s fucked.  Mud will be right up her ass and round those big tits; serves her right for coming out naked.
    “Did you not read the program?” number five, the pretty Asian, asks. “It clearly said fitness program, boot camp, trenches, and classes.  What did you think we were going to do all day, Pilates?” 
    Number five has her hand on her hip and looks sexy as hell when she speaks.  She has a soft voice that even when she shouts, sounds more like a squeak than a grunt.  Unlike number two, who is your typical all-American girl.  She looks like she could knock most of these women into December.  She has long legs. Shit, she is nearly as tall as I am.   Today, she has her hair tied up in a ponytail, ready for action.  She has the longest eyelashes I have ever seen on a woman and the deepest blue eyes.
    “What the fuck were you two thinking, coming out naked today?” Number two blurts. I’m going to have to turn up the asshole dial, because they´re not taking this camp seriously.
    Shit, now World War three’s going to start.
    “We’re starting now. Line up in pairs. My assistant, Carl, will meet you on the other end.”
    They start to line up in numerical order.  Then, the bitchy comments begin left, right, and center about the order they are lining up in.  Fuck, when did grown women stop being able to count to six?  Seriously, what is so hard about lining up in numerical order?  I’m getting pissed.
    I blow the whistle signaling the start and they’re off.  Numbers one and two start walking through the mud slowly. I huff. I don’t have time for this shit.
    “Speed is key,” I scream while they’re taking their sweet-ass time.  They’re gasping and trying to make sure their hair doesn’t get wet, which is near impossible when there’s a big fucking log in the way.  The only way to get past it is to either go under or over it and it’s guaranteed at minimum that their hair will get wet.  I try not to laugh as they get to the log and stop, puzzled about how to continue.
    “Move forward, or you’ll do it again!”
    They both scream. Number one goes under, screaming before she holds her breath.  Number two slowly climbs on top of it, but with number one moving the log as she goes underneath it, number two falls into the mud and cries like a baby as she makes her way to the net.
    I blow the whistle a second time for the next pair to start.  Now, this is going to be interesting, because number three is naked.  I strive to concentrate on everything but number three, with her nakedness, running through the mud. My cock starts playing tricks on me.   She embraces the situation and I admire her for making more of an effort than numbers one or two, who are still stuck halfway up the net.
    “The first four have to repeat the whole thing. I’m not taking this shit.  It’s a fucking boot camp, not a beauty pageant.”
    Speed and adrenaline start to take over as they race for their lives.  I watch as number three arrives at the net. I thought she would start crying when one of her nipples got burned by the rope.  Her body’s covered in mud, but she keeps striving forward, unlike when I blow the whistle and it’s number six’s turn.
    Number six can’t stop crying.  She’s covered in mud and holding on to her breasts.  Her tits are so big they get stuck in the net as she climbs toward the top.  I shake my head as I walk over, climb partway up the net and fucking push them out. 
    They finally reach the other side of the course, and Carl looks like he wants to die from laughter.  The women also look like they want to die, but from exhaustion.  I pick up the hose and spray them down with cold water. “Again,” I command.
    They stop and gaze at me. 
    “Again!”
    I’m waiting for number six to complain and quit.  Fuck, I know she