Not if Rebecca has anything to say about it

"And cut!"

The sexual tension is shattered like glass while the whole group looks around in surprise. Emerging from the shadows under the bleachers is Rebecca, and she's holding the video camera you stashed when you ran from Karishma. She's also got Rachel's phone out.

"That was a super sexy scene," Rebecca says. "I've got terrific footage and several photos as backup." Jesus she's amazing, you think, astonished that she could either find a way to break into Rachel's phone or simply bluff with absolute confidence.

"What the absolute goddamn fuck?" Karishma shouts. "What are you up to, you pasty-ass skank?"

"And here," Rebecca calls out like a documentary voice-over, "is the ringleader. You can see how she's stripped this poor boy and made him watch as his innocent friend is almost violated."

Her plan starts to dawn on you as Karishma, for once, remains silent. Rebecca continues, "I think you guys have abused Rachel enough. Leave the poor girl alone." Looks like I'm not the only one who's had a bout of conscience, you think. Stunned, Rachel extricates herself from the tangle of nudity that has surrounded her. She walks over behind Rebecca, taking cover on the safe side of the camera lens.

That breaks the moment and Colleen, Amanda, Leslie, Frankie, and Jason all simultaneously reach for their clothes. Rebecca barks sharply, "Hey, nobody move!"

"Or what?" Colleen sneers, sticking her right leg into her wet leggings.

"Or I give this video to the fucking police, slut," Rebecca says. "I'm sure they'd love to see how you shoved Rachel's hands up your nasty-ass pussy while your gross friends clawed all over her. Pretty sick stuff if you ask me."

The reality of this situation sinks in. Far more than embarrassment is on the line as Rebecca threatens to charge the group with sexual ****. Fortunately or not, Rebecca seems to hope things won't go in that direction.

Rebecca turns to Karishma. "Let him go," she says simply. Karishma scowls at Rebecca but drops your cock. You grab your gym clothes and phone from the ground next to your nemesis and run up next to Rachel.

You try to be chivalrous and offer your clothes quietly to her. You hold out your gym shorts and say, "Here. Put these on." Rachel steps in, giving you a close-up view of her pussy, but you quickly look up to meet her gaze. As you slide your shorts up her legs, you whisper, "Rachel, I'm really sorry about what happened in the locker room. I got horny and carried away, and I can't believe what they were doing to you. I'm really, really sorry."

Rachel doesn't reply, and you both soon realize the shortcoming of your kindness. There's no way to get your shirt on her while her hands are tied behind her back, and your gym shorts are too baggy to stay on her body. "Ugh, I'm sorry," you say again, holding the shorts yourself and standing next to the half-nude prude while the two of you observe what happens next.

Rebecca is addressing the four cheerleaders and their male companions. "If you shitheads don't want to spend the next five years in prison, I suggest you do as I say."