Rebecca takes the lead

“Come on,” Rebecca says to you and reaches for the knob of the office door. Thinking fast, you stash the camera and the janitor’s keys in the top drawer of a nearby desk. You slip your phone into your floppy gym shorts pocket and take your place behind Rebecca as she opens the door to the locker room. The glorious lights that had revealed every intimate secret to you while you remained shrouded in darkness now illuminate you as well as you follow Rebecca’s bold step back into the locker room.

“Hey, hot stuff,” Rebecca calls, causing Rachel to twirl around in alarm. “Your bra is really comfortable, though I will admit, it’s a bit big for me.”

“What the hell?” shouts Rachel, her eyes darting from Rebecca to you (no longer helplessly naked) and back to the cheerleader. Then, apparently unable to fully process what’s going on, she says again, “What the hell?”

“You haven’t been very nice tonight, Rachel,” Rebecca says coolly. “Back at the concession stand, you let Madison and those other bitches embarrass my friend and me.” You can’t help but notice Rebecca call you her “friend;” before tonight, you weren’t sure whether she even knew your name. “And then, you broke into poor Sam’s phone and got yourself a few extra dick-pics to add to your spank bank.”

The emotions swirl in you at the bluntness and **** of Rebecca’s words. You’re embarrassed that these two hot girls are casually discussing your package but also turned by the obvious acknowledgement that Rachel would be masturbating to pictures of you. Furthermore, as a guy who has recently seen the payoff of patient waiting, you’re taken aback and not a little nervous at Rebecca’s forthrightness and candor. And finally, you’re surprised to learn that girls could have “spank banks.” Unless that’s just a Rebecca thing… you think.

Rachel, for her part, is speechless. You can’t help but think of her as simply a good girl who got caught doing something bad. Who am I kidding? I’ve done a lot worse than Rachel tonight, you confess to yourself. You feel compassion for her even as you can’t honestly summon any guilt or remorse for your own behavior; and you’re fairly certain that the siren calling to you from beneath Rachel’s towel is going to drown out any whining your conscience might muster.

“So,” Rebecca continues. “I think a trade is in order. You can have your clothes and phone back once I get mine.”

Rachel swallows, and you assume that the reality of this situation is start to settle in. “But, I don’t have your clothes or you phone,” Rachel manages to say.

“Obviously,” Rebecca spits sharply. “I saw Madison and Jillian combing the football field with her friends. I’m sure they’ve got my stuff. And even though they’re looking for me, I’m afraid they’re going to find _you _instead.”

Rachel’s eyes widen in fear, and she looks to you for help the same way Rebecca had done when she’d been **** to strip in front of her team mates. Unfortunately for Rachel, your eyes are still on Rebecca … even as you’re hoping to put more eyes on Rachel before the night is out.

“You want me to go out there like this?” Rachel says, still in disbelief.

“Oh, good question,” Rebecca says. “Let me think about that.”