The Alabama cheerleaders

You walk into the locker room and you see that it's occupied by the cheerleaders from Alabama. All of them are blonde and beautiful. 1 of the cheerleaders notices you first and she says hello before calling out to her coach, a Mrs Andrews. Mrs Andrews comes over to greet you and you take a moment to admire her as well. She looks like she could be the mother of several of the cheerleaders present, and you're guessing she used to be 1 of them herself. She's pretty stacked in the chest department and her breasts visibly bounce with every step she takes towards you.

She has a wide smile as she reaches out to shake your hand and introduces herself.

"Your girls looked great out there," you remark politely, thinking it was the best thing to say as a judge.

"Why, thank you! That is so kind of you to say. I hope your fellow judges feel the same way!" Mrs Andrews says. Then, she turns to her team and calls out to a couple of them to come over to where you are. "Naomi! Bella!"

Two of the shorter cheerleaders hurry over at their coach's beckoning. Both of them are slim and petite and could very well pass as sisters. They both seem excited and shy as the same time, likely due to the pressure of the competition.

"Bella, Naomi, this is... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," Mrs Andrews says.

"John," you respond, just giving your first name.

"Yes. John. Bella, Naomi, this is John, 1 of our judges," the coach says, encouraging the girls to shake your hand. "John, I think they'll do, don't you think?"

You're not quite sure what Mrs Andrews is referring to, but you decide to just agree with her anyway. "Yes, they'll do indeed. Definitely!" you answer enthusiastically.

"Great! That's it for now girls. Go get ready for the next round now," Mrs Andrews says, waving the girls away. They leave you and their coach alone, although you spot 1 of the girls looking over her shoulder back at you with a sly smile. You resist the urge to smile back in case Mrs Andrews is watching.

Mrs Andrews gets your attention back when she says, "Here you go," and she hands you something. You take the item from her and look down at it. It's 1 of those electronic keycards used in hotels with a room number on it. "We're at the Marriot just across the street. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have to get ready. We'll still have to make it look good, am I right?" Mrs Andrews says with a cheeky wink. You're stunned, not sure how to respond, so you just smile and leave the locker room without achieving what you had come to do. As you make your way back to the competition area, you're pretty sure you were just bribed as a judge to help the team from Alabama win.