Check down the hall

There are lights on out here. The surprise and terror of possibly being seen killed your boner, so it's safe to go out.

You tie your robe and head down the hall. Who is sneaking around the infirmary? Besides you? It's bedtime, so there shouldn't be anyone here except the nurse.

Someone is doing something at the nurse's desk, but her back is to you.

"Hi," you say.

She jumps and turns around. This woman is in her twenties. She wears normal clothes and nerdy glasses, but something about her is dodgy. Her hair is in a short bob, and she has a camera around her neck.

"Jesus. You scared me."

"What's going on?"

"Nothing." She sounds so guilty! You go over and look at the computer she was messing with.

"Are you looking at medical records? That is so illegal."

"I can explain," the woman says.

"No. Fuck you," you tell her. You grab her arm and march her down to the nurse's office.

The door is ajar, and there are noises coming from inside.

The dodgy woman looks confused. You quietly go up and look.

The nurse is in there, sitting at her desk. Her scrub pants are pulled down to mid-thigh, and her hand is between her legs. She's hunched over and trying to stay quiet as she masturbates furiously.

There is no porn on her computer screen. What got her so worked up?

You stare at her until you realize that the dodgy woman is staring at you. Your robe can't hide your erection.

Shit. You tug the woman away from the door and back down the hall.

"What is that?" she whispers loudly, staring at your crotch.

"Shut up," you tell her.

"I know who you are. You're the girl who did that crazy goal just like the French girl did."

Does everyone know about the French girl's goal?

"You're a guy?" she asks.

"I'm not a guy," you whisper back angrily. "I have lady parts."

She doesn't believe you. Now pissed off, you shove her into your room and lock the door. You open your robe and lift your cock, revealing your pussy.

"Holy shit," she says. You close your robe.

"What are you trying to do with those records?"

She gives you an annoying look. "Getting dirt. Like now I got some on you."

"I got some on you," you tell her back.

She crosses her arms and you have a feeling she will win the staring contest.

"You're Riley Jameson," she says.

"No shit."

"You don't want people finding out about that, right?" You are still hard. The bulge in your robe is pissing you off even worse.

"Obviously." You want to punch this woman.

"You look frustrated."

"You're pissing me off!"

"I mean that." She's looking at your bulge.

"The nurse is hot," you say defensively.

"How about you help me? And then I'll help you," she says, and takes a picture of you. Your robe covers you, but the bulge will be obvious.

"You're a bitch," you tell her.

"I know."

"I can't help you."

"Yes you can. You know where everyone is. Come with me. I'll get my pictures and then I'll delete that one."

"You want me to sneak around this place with you and take photos?"

"I'll help you with your situation. Give you some relief."

"I won't help you get dirt on these players." You are very serious about that.

"What about a coach?"

That sounds okay. If there's a coach that's doing something wrong, you want to see them stopped.

"Coach Marcella."

"I don't know her."

"Her player was in your room! Julieta Dux!" Now the woman looks annoyed. "Where is she staying?"

You know where the French coach is staying. You don't know the number, but you know the way to the cabin.

"Just take me to her." The lady hefts her camera.

"Then you delete that picture of me. OK. Make it quick."

It's weird to go out at night in a robe and infirmary slippers, but you can't have a photo of your bulge getting out. You just have to get this over with. The woman says her name is Lisa, and she is bad at sneaking. It's getting late, but people are still out. You stay off the lit paths and go through the woods. Slippers are not good for that, and you are sweaty and even more pissed by the time you reach the coach cabins.

"The French lady is in that one." You point it out to Lisa, who eagerly gets her camera ready and approaches.

The curtains block the windows, but there is just enough of a crack for you two to peer inside. You peek.

The French coach caught your attention when you first arrived. She's tall, and has the best body you have ever seen. She is even more alluring to you than Ingrid, the Swedish girl. She has long, black hair and the roundest, firmest ass you have ever seen outside a video game. She must be getting ready for bed, because she's wearing a lacy teddy and panties as she sits on her bed with her phone.

She looks good. Michelle can be cute, but she's not sexy like this French coach. Julieta is lucky.

"What are we looking for?" you whisper to Lisa.

"I don't know."

Awesome. You sit and watch her sit there, except you are the one getting eaten by mosquitoes.

The bathroom door opens, and Julieta comes out in a towel. She never caught your eye because she is so petite, and you normally like to drool over curves. You do like girls in towels, though. She has smooth legs, and her butt isn't big like her coach's, but it's cute.

They speak to each other. You wouldn't be able to understand even if you were in there.

"What are they saying?" Lisa asks.

"Go in and ask."

Julieta sits on the bed next to her coach, but she keeps her legs together so you don't get a view. You would rather look at the coach anyway, but her teddy hides her boobs and her curves when she's seated.

"Looks like she's chewing her out," Lisa says.

You have to agree. The small French girl is abashed, and her coach is being stern. What's she in trouble for? You hope it's not because she came to see you in the infirmary.

Julieta says something demurely, then lies down with her front across her coach's lap. You and Lisa watch in disbelief as the coach tugs Julieta's towel up enough to reveal the pale, taut cheeks of her ass and starts to spank her.

"Oh my God," you say.

"Whoa."

Julieta's eyes close and her face gets red. Her ass is getting red as well. The coach is hitting her hard.

"Do we tell someone?" you ask.

"They're both adults," Lisa replies. She is staring.

"That has to hurt."

"She's getting off on it."

"Which one of them?" you ask. The coach has a smile on her face.

Julieta's body goes stiff and she shudders. Did she just have an orgasm from getting spanked by her coach?

You don't believe your eyes as she gets dressed and leaves the cabin. You and Lisa hide as she pass, then go back to looking at the coach, who is pouring herself a glass of wine.

"You got your dirt. Spanking your player until they cum is dirty. Right? Oh shit." You realize Lisa didn't take any pictures. She just sat and watched it happen. You can't blame her because you were hypnotized too.

Lisa starts cursing.

"That was your chance!"

"I know! Fuck me!" She shakes her camera angrily. "OK. I have an idea. Go in there."

"What? You go in there."

"No, you go in there. Make her do it to you. Then I take pictures."

You laugh in a not funny way. "Then you just have dirty pictures of me!"

"I already have a dirty picture of you! Nobody will see it! I'll use it to **** her!"

"Keep your voice down!"

"You keep your voice down! Are you doing it or not?"