Group conference

"Maybe," Madison says. "Girls, let's talk."

Madison starts to walk to the far side of the locker room, where the gym clothes are stored in metal baskets. From your vantage point, you won't be able to see what happens over there.

The other cheerleaders follow her. Madison whispers something to Jillian, who doubles back and steers Rachel toward the showers. Jillian turns on the water, and you realize that she's trying to give Madison cover to discuss their next move in private.

You can't imagine what's going through Rachel's mind right now. Is she trying to protect you from these sadistic (and horny) teenagers? Or is she simply making a move to have you to herself? So far, you have a good feeling about what she's up to. On the other hand, you did just steal all her passwords, so maybe you shouldn't be too committed to the notion of a trusting relationship between the two of you.

Rachel is looking at the girls across the room, and Jillian is clearly trying to block her path. Rachel doesn't try to get by; she simply stands there in her still-wet cheerleading uniform (which, yes, does still cling suggestively to her big boobs and milky legs).

This gives you a chance to collect your thoughts.

Things are not going well for you and Rebecca right now. On the one hand, you've scored a few wins. Like high definition video footage of the private parts of every single one of these girls. And your eavesdropping gives you a leg up on trying to get out of whatever plan they try to pull. You're not too worried about them planting Rebecca's clothes in the front hallway because what they don't know is that she's able to wear your gym clothes to retrieve them modestly. If you're lucky, they'll get caught on tape and end up being the ones in trouble.

On the other hand, you're still naked, and you have a very, very bad feeling about Karishma holding your clothes. You're also not confident that they're just going to walk away from Rebecca's stuff without posting a guard or whatever. Oh, and everyone has a picture of your dick.

"Okay," you hear Madison shout from across the room. Jillian turns off the water, and the group reconvenes by the athletic lockers. "Here's the deal."