Finding the club a room.

Creating her secret club had been a spur of the moment thing, but now that Alex had a clear head and got some fresh air, her thoughts kept turning to what she could do with it. She knew the regular clubs usually had set meeting areas, and the non-sport clubs often had a teacher involved to oversee things. Of course, her club was supposed to be secret, but the official ones could still give her ideas. Again, if her club was going to be underground, then thematic sense suggested she should look in the basement.

The basement was about as big as the floor above it, the rooms generally used as storage or backup rooms in case of a problem. She had classes down here twice before: one when a storm caused several places upstairs to flood, and another when a couple of kids gassed the labs trying to make stink bombs. A lot of the theater supplies were also kept down here. The school had an exceptionally large auditorium, and the drama and comedy clubs were both in the basement at around it.

So she decided to check the other areas she had not seen before. She had heard that the building housing the gym was originally the old pool area before a new one had been built a decade or so ago, and that the old gym was originally underground.

Eventually, she came upon a door she couldn't open. Oh, this door is locked, she thought, that's promising.

“I wish I had a key to open the basements locked doors.”

She could hear Tiffany shuffling behind her. The girl had been quiet, except for some sharp breathing, that reminded Alex of what she had her doing. The girl was still feeling out the toy in her and practicing those muscles she told her to. Alex would need to help her find some relief once they got a room for the club, maybe call in some boy to add more variety to their secret club. Maybe she should ask Jessica who she has slept with before?

Alex blushed a bit at the thought of sharing lovers with Jessica. Maybe she could have them tell her how her new Jessica performed so much better than the old one, especially now that Jessica was starting to become what she should have been.

Another hallway, this one completely dark. Though flipping a light only brought a few on, the rest seemed to be burned out. A door at the end proclaimed 'Bomb Shelter,' must be really freaking old, while the double doors halfway down drew her interest.

Jackpot! The old gym was certainly smaller than the newer one but much bigger then the standard classrooms or labs the other clubs used. It was stuffed with old and aged equipment, while old wooden bleachers stood collapsed against the left side of the room. Just past the door she opened was a short hall with a door to the left and right that she guessed led to the old locker rooms, and the entire area smelt strongly of dust. The lights that worked only lit part of the room, but the gym had really high windows on one side that some light entered from. Not much though, as the new gym had been built on the other side of the school, leaving only dim light shining down.

I wish all the stuff scattered around in these rooms were removed.

Wow, the wish even made it spotless, Alex thought as she strolled into the now empty room. The mucky old odor had completely disappeared. The room was still in bad shape, however. Parts of the floor were scuffed, or even cracked, while various bits of damage had been to the walls. She was willing to bet the old locker rooms were in similar shape, and she doubted the wooden bleachers would be safe to use.

“Well looks like Cassie will be getting her fill from Jessica. So Tiff,” Alex glanced at the other girl, “I want to hear your ideas for redecorating.”

Who knew Cassie was also such a perv? Tiffany thought to herself, Are the other cheerleaders the same way?

Cassie had always excused herself and left when they started talking about their various adventures with the boys, though Tiffany did surprise her a few times when she would walk into her just outside a room... or run into her as she opened a door. It was always so easy to just chalk those moments up as the girl being scatterbrained.

I guess in hindsight Cassie was very interested, just embarrassed. Tiffany thought, now sure that those accidents might have been Cassie trying to snoop undetected. Tiffany gave a clench against the plug filling her. She must not forget to keep developing those muscles.

Of course, Tiffany was getting the feeling something was off. The idea of the club sounded good, at least when Alex said it, but if they got caught doing lewd things they could get in serious trouble, and Alex seemed to think that she could secure a room for club activities for some reason. There was no way that would happen.

I hope I can get a cute boy to take this plug out soon.

And maybe fill me right back up.

Tiffany face flushed as the thought went through her head, part of her now envisioning Brad's 'Thundercock' teasing her... As she lay unable to resist in a firm bondage suit... hands restrained together and... and... a spreader bar keeping her legs apart as she hung from a swing on the ceiling. A bright red gag in her...

Alex!

She snapped out of her fantasy upon the realization that she had fallen a little behind. Thankfully, Alex had not noticed as she opened a set of double doors. Tiffany peeked in, seeing the schools old gym for the first time. While much larger then the normal rooms, this gym was much more compact than the current one, the single wall of bleachers looking like they would take up about a third of the room. The place was also packed... surprisingly spotless. Surprising considering all the old equipment they had passed in the hallway as they made their way here.

“Well looks like Cassie will be getting her fill from Jessica," Alex mused.

Assuming Jessica did not try to take control as soon as we left, Tiffany thought. Jess really should embrace her true nature as a servant, as cute as fighting it makes her.

"So Tiff,” said Alex as she turning to face her, “I want to hear your ideas for redecorating.”

“Well it's not like we could even get the room, you know?” Tiffany asked, giving a little squeeze to her toy, feeling a bit of an ache as she kept flexing those unfamiliar muscles.

“Oh Tiff, just humor me. Telling me your thoughts will help me help you. I promise I'll get someone down here to help you out afterward.”

“Ah...” A mental image of her earlier fantasy popped up, “Brad?”

“Well no. He had plans, but someone almost as good I promise!”

“Well, I..."

Tiffany didn't know why she was so hesitant. I can tell Alex; she is just as perverted as me.

“I was just having this fantasy...”