Hank's investigation

"Hey, everyone," said Hank, walking into the women's locker room. It was full of showering girls, including his girlfriend Bonnie, her best friend Susie Snook, and the entire cheerleading team. "You have to let me look."

"Aagh! Hank, get out!" Bonnie threw a bar of soap at Hank, which he easily ducked. "You're not allowed to be in here!"

"That's what makes it fun," said Hank. "Now, all of you keep on showering. Except for Susie, since she's Ben's girl. She can hold the video camera."

Hank was subjected to a lot of dirty looks and smouldering glares, but zero disobedience. The girls soaped up their skin, massaged shampoo into their hair, let warm water and bubbles cascade over their round hips and bouncing breasts, all as if a smug football player wasn't watching their every move. Once he'd gotten all the footage he needed, he let Susie turn the video camera off.

Then he had the girls stand in a circle around him, fingering their wet pussies and chanting "Hank is the greatest!" while he fucked Bonnie on the locker room bench. Everyone in the room came at the exact same time.