Concealed Reveal

Blonde Wig

Medical Mask

And a note reading: [No picture needed this time Red. Just put these on (leave the bag) and make a mad dash for the girls' lockers. Oh and a little advice, probably best to keep at least one hand on the wig. It isn't exactly built to stay on on its own. Oh and that red bush is a dead giveaway blonde aint your color. Do your Breast… oh I mean best, Red. Your next item will be in locker 12 btw, you have 5 min]

“You HAVE to be kidding me!” Renee whisper yelled with an annoyed twitch in her eye, before crumpling the paper.

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“Pass it pass it! I'm open!” a boy yelled out to his team member. Who in turn did as he asked and threw the ball to him while dodging a block attempt.

The boy caught it and immediately went to shoot it into the basket. Making an impressive three pointer, all net. “Heck yeah” he cheered expecting cheers from his team.

Only to be met with silence till… “What the hell do you think you’re doing girl!” The coach boomed. Attracting the boy's attention to what everyone else was looking at. A busty blonde girl running through the court in nothing but a pair of sheer thigh highs and a mask on her face, one hand on her crotch and the other on her head, as if it was some dare. All while her pale white sweater melons and round cheeks bounced and wobbled with every step in view of the whole team, depending on where they stood on the court. All standing in appreciative silence.

Except for the Coach who tried to cut her off and possibly grab her. Only for her to skillfully dodge in a way that sent the man tumbling. Though not without cost to herself as her only real clothing item, her thigh highs, caused her slip on the slick basketball floor. Right into one stunned boy's arms. His hands instantly finding purchase on her bubbly rear, while her ample chest pressed into his. Their eyes meet for just long enough for the boy to recognise the green of her irises. His hands subconsciously gave a tight squeeze from the surprise.

The blonde yelped before… well her fore head smashed into the boy's nose.

“Gah fuck” he moaned steping back hands quickly cradling his assaulted sniffer. Eyes quickly tearing up, blurring his vision as he watched the blonde bombshell pause in front of him before saying “s-sorry” in a hushed apologetic tone, muffled by her mask. Before she took off towards the locker rooms again.

The blurred image of her ass jiggling away dulled the pain somewhat.

“Gyatt DAMN baby” one boy replied. Breaking the silence from the other boys.

“Blonde bombshell passing through”

“Lose more bets please”

“Shut it! All of you! You get back here young lady!” The Coach ordered as he got back up and started running after the mysterious blonde.

Who at this point had made it into the locker room and locked it from the inside knowing the Coach wouldn't be far behind. Stopping for a second to breath she looked over longingly to the towel rack and of course her own locker. She had three choices and not much time to choose.

One, take a towel and make a run for it. And just eat whatever consequence her blackmailers dish out. Quick and easy, but not much reward, plenty to lose.

Two, try her locker, maybe get fully dressed and again eat the consequence. And that's if she does her combination lock perfectly and gets her stuff before the basketball coach unlocks the door and barrels in. Otherwise she’d be caught with literally no pants, and receive the punishment from both the Coach and her blackmailers. High risk, some reward, still quite a loss either way.

And finally third, grab whatever is in locker twelve and continue this sick game, and maybe keep her identity secret from everyone else besides whoever was tormenting her.