Check in on the Gymnastics' team

It'd only been a few weeks since you changed the Gymnastic team's regimen, and had them start doing... whatever the hell it was they were doing. Competitive thrusting, or something like that. It was a lot of the ladies, throwing their crotches or asses this way or that in time with pornographic music which leaned very heavy on the sax. Coach Logan had them doing their performance to Zumba music, but that almost lended the entire affair a sense of authenticity you just couldn't allow. So it was replaced with only the finest of bow-chicca-wow-wow music straight from the eighties, and maybe even before.

In fact when you walked in on the class you felt almost teleported back to that time, seeing that all the girls were in eighties work out leotards, complete with head bands, and leg warmers. Plus thanks to The Rulebook all their hair was impossibly permed and frizzed out, like a tragic 80's idol, the hole class looked like sweaty poodles.

It was marvelous, and silly, and always a good way to spend third period. This time around you're testing some new leotards. Coach Logan has been pretty insistent that tights and a leotard is just too much covering on the already hot pussies of her students, and that they should be aired out in the open. So for this period all the girls were treated to a pair of crotchless tights, and leotards to see if the boss was right on the money on this one. They'd already gone through titless leotards, assless tights, and leotards with the armpits cut out, which you were keeping for this design, because you had plans for these sweaty athletes. Big, gross plans.

Even if their gym class was a big fat nothing, of twerking, humiliation, and hip trusting, they were actually getting pretty good at it. Practice something for enough hours a week and you'll get good at it, even if it's the good old pelvic thrust.

You were admiring Mac and Sally as they performed 'Reign thrusts'. Which involved Mac bent over at the hips, while Sally held both of Mac's arms straight behind her back, while she pounded Mac's ass with her non existent cock. If she were a boy, or had a strap on it would have made for some exciting sex, but for now it was all just a bunch of smacking flesh.

"Michael please pay attention." Coach Logan snaps as she crouches down before two of her thrusting students. Gale and Becca were doing crotch ups, remember? Basically bridges where the goal was the shove your pussy into your partners face as she held your feet down? Well Gale and Becca were test subjects for the new outfits, and helping Coach Logan see how much their performance was helped by having their pussies exposed during the process.

Poor Gale. She was already dealing with a Broken ankle from back when the team did actual athletic things, now she was just crouched there, while Becca rubbed her exposed pussy up and down her face to the encouraging shouts of Coach Logan.

"That's good, and twelve, and hold, and down, and thirteen, and and hold, and down, and fourteen and hold and down, and fifteen and hold and down." By the end of the year these girls were going to be able to fuck better than any of the males in school, except maybe Chad. That man had a singular gift.

Gale sputters and winces as her face is freed from Becca's bucking hips and she takes the opportunity to to take a breath and get Becca's juice out of her mouth. "She's getting sweatier." Gale gasps for another breath as Becca thrusts backs up, and buries the southern blonde in puss.

"No." You correct. "She's getting more turned on, aren't you Becca?"

Becca blushes. "N-no! Of course not, Gales my friend, and Michael's watching."

That's true enough. A few weeks of these exercises had gotten rid of most of the shame that followed them. They were still butt fuck stupid, and they all hated doing them, but they'd gotten used to it. You hadn't made them cross the threshold into really enjoying their gym time just yet. But you were sure by the time the November assembly rolled around, you'd have a sweaty team of thrusting nympho's to show off.

"Well obviously not." You agree. "But without the crotch of your leotard, the extra stimulation is naturally going to lead to you getting wet.

"Damn." Coach logan sighs, letting Becca take a breather, and Gale breath. She looks around gym at all the partners around the gym. One athlete is on her back with her leg bent over her head, while her partner rubs her pussy up and down her legs, lips bisected by her partner's calf. Another is doing squats, while her partners does sit ups between her legs, raising her head to give a kiss to her partner's bare pussy with each rep.

"What's the matter Coach Logan?" You ask the Amazon teacher.

"I don't know. There's just something about all of this that doesn't feel right. I keep thinking that if I get the uniform right, things will start making sense, but nothing I try works."

You nod. "I think a lot of people feel that way about their life. Reality never quite matches our expectations for ourselves. We keeping thinking that there's this one thing, that if we do it, everything will fall into place, and..."

You were about to lay down some serious wisdom and Change Coach Logan's life, when a cackle from the rafters breaks everyone out of their routine's.

There standing on the catwalk like The Phantom of The Opera is Brooke, twenty in the air, and just as beautiful as the day you fell in love. She leans over the safety railing, and poses for the entire gym. "Aerobics Team, you Thrusting Thots, you've been had! The Bottomless Bandit has struck, and you are all her victims! Your panties now belong to my musky museum. As you go though the day pussies dripping, cheeks chaffing, know that your garments now clad the finest ass in school! Muhuhahahahahahahaha!" With that she throws her bandit sack over her shoulder, loaded down the with treasures, and scampers across the catwalk and into a maintenance room.

"God I love her." You swoon.

"Our stuff!" One of the gymnasts cries and runs for the locker room. The rest of the team joins her in the stampede, and when they arrive they find that the locks have been snapped off of all their lockers. Their doors have been thrown open, and ransacked.

It takes a few minutes of inventory, but you're not surprised to find out that the only things that were stolen were the panties you made sure the gymnasts never wore for class. It was the only thing she cared about.

"What a creep!"

"I can't believe she got us."

'She's gotten one of my friends, but I never thought I'd happen to me."

"Someone should stop her!"

"She's a menace!"

"Why aren't the teachers doing something about this?"

"Those were my favorite pair!"

"I'll get you for this Bottomless Bandit! I swear it!"

You're convulsing with happiness. The more cartoonish Brooke behaves the more, people reacted in kind. You love it. That was Gale swearing ever lasting vengeance upon your greatest creation, and it was about time. You thought it was high time this school get a hero. You thought it was Pricilla, who's very nature of being another girl in theater meant she and Brooke were destined to be enemies. But maybe Gale could fit the bill. Perhaps tryouts were in order.

In the meantime. "Maybe breathability isn't the problem." You say off handedly to Logan as she inspects the crime scene.

"What do you mean?" Sure her team's entire panty supply just got raided, but the uniforms had become something of an obsession for Coach Logan.

"I feel like we're trying to fight the wind on this, instead of flying with it. Instead of making the uniforms as breathable as possible, maybe we embrace the natural musk of your team."

She look at you and cocks an eyebrow. "What on earth do you mean?"