Peeping continues

Meanwhile, inside Trainer Scott's office, the man was completely oblivious to the fact that he was being watched. He continued to furiously masturbate to the image of Vanessa bouncing on the trampoline, lost in a haze of lust and self-gratification. Vanessa glanced at Amber, who seems equally mesmerized by the scene playing out before them. She couldn't help but feel a bit of a thrill from the illicit nature of their observation. As they took turns watching him through the peephole, Trainer Scott's movements become more intense, his breathing heavier. Vanessa watched through the peephole as Scott extended his arm across the desk, trying to find something. She saw him retract his arm again, now holding an empty tissue package in the hand.

"Shit", Vanessa heard him mutter as he tossed the empty package into the trash. She saw him stand up from his chair and turn around towards the girls' peephole. Vanessa saw a glimpse of the trainer's erect cock which had a pearl of precum dripping from its tip.

"What's he doing?", Amber whispered in a hurry. As Trainer Scott began to approach the door of his room, Vanessa's heart raced.

"He's coming out", she hissed at Amber.

"Quick, hide in the corner!", Amber whispered to Vanessa. Vanessa quickly darted into the corner, pressing herself against the wall as they heard Trainer Scott open the door of the supply closet. He flipped a switch and turned the light on. She was ducked behind a pile of gym mats, but she was not sure if he could see her or not. Trainer Scott stepped into the supply closet, reaching for a multi pack of tissue boxes on the top shelf.

Vanessa held her breath as she heard Trainer Scott rummaging about in the storage room, wondering if he'd notice her hiding spot. She felt Amber's hand on her shoulder, silently telling her to stay put. She tried to huddle together with Vanessa in their cramped hiding spot.