Send her outside

"I mean, I do need my phone back," Rebecca continues. "And a deal's a deal."

Rebecca looks down at Rachel, on whom your cum has mostly stopped dripping, settling into place in her hair, on her face, down her boobs... You pull up your shorts as she addresses her. "Okay Rachel, I think we're ready to move on. You go out there and find Madison and get my clothes and phone back. Then I'd be more than happy to swap with you, and we can all get home."

Rachel struggles to her feet, a few more drops of semen dangling from her tits. She can't meet your gaze, looking instead at the floor, as her arms remain bound behind her naked body. You admire her pussy, still freshly clean from her shower, and drink in her alluring and taboo situation.

You're just about to speak up, to suggest that she doesn't really have to go outside like this, when Rachel says, "Fine." She heads for the exit, your eyes glued to her ass as, unbelievably, she walks outside to face her friends.

"That was un-fucking-believable," Rebecca says, looking you deeply in the eyes. You're about the same height, which you've always found attractive, and you feel a connection with Rebecca you had always hoped for but hadn't had a reason to think was possible. "We are one fucked up team." You like the way she calls you a team. You even like the way she calls you "fucked up." I mean, she's right, isn't she? you concede.

"Listen, Sam," Rebecca says, and you hear an honesty in her voice that sounds refreshing and unfamiliar. "I think I like you. And I think I want to take you back into that office and fuck your brains out." You stare in shock, turned on not only by her sexual proposition but perhaps even more by her unabashed statement of desire. Rebecca continues, "But I have _got _to see this bitch confront Madison wearing nothing but your cum."

She starts to head for the exit, presumably to watch Rachel's torment from the shadows. Before she leaves the locker room, she turns back to you. "You coming?"