The Haunted Shower

Wenda thought desperately as she watched Remi eye the water running down her suspiciously. Looking down at a bar of soap on the tile, she came up with an idea that she hoped would work. Using her foot, she pulled it back and kicked it forward, causing it to fly off the ground and hit stomach of the guy blocking the exit.

"Hey! What the hell?!" The guy shouted as the rest of the team eyed the soap.

Wenda then reached out and spanked another guy's firm ass, letting out a giggle as he yelped and jumped. "What was that?!"

"Wait... You guys don't think this place is haunted, do you?!" Remi asked.

"Dude, we've been using this gym for years now! You honestly think that we'd now see... A... Why are you guys staring at me like that?" Steve asked as he eyed his horrified teammates... A flat look coming to his face. "There's something behind me, isn't there?"

"Ooooooh!"

Turning around with a flat expression, Steve shook his head as he eyed the figure hiding under the towel in front of him.

"Nice try, Lady." Steve said in annoyance, "I don't know how you did that soap thing, but you can stop with this bad joke."

Steve reached out and pulled the towel away from the figure with the female voice... His eyes widening when nothing was revealed...

"Alright, Ladies! Get a move on!" A Female Coach shouted at her college women's basketball team on the court. "I wanna see some hustle! I wanna see some sweat! I wanna see some - BALLS!"

At the coach's outburst, the college girls turned around to see the men's team running out of the locker room in terror, soaking wet and butt ass naked.

"Ghost! GHOST!" Remi squealed girlishly. "The showers are haunted by a -"

Remi and the team screeched to a halt as they froze at the sight of the fully dressed women's team in front of them, the girls either giggling, cat calling, wolf whistling, or drooling at the sight. Some were even filming as the boys came to their senses and covered up their junk with their hands.

Except one woman...

"STEVEN BARTHOLOMEW RICHARDS!"

"A-Aunt Clara?!" Steven stammered, gulping at the angry coach.

"I told you a hundred times, it's Coach in public, Boy!" Coach Clara squawked as she grabbed the young man by the ear. "And just what the hell do you think you're doing?! When my sister hears about this..."

During Clara's tirade, the naked group took this opportunity to abandon Steven and run towards the doors, Remi grabbing a basketball to cover his manhood as he followed behind...

No one noticing a naked, invisible woman following them. Admittedly, she did feel bad about what just happened. However, she did have to admit she loved seeing Remi's ass jiggle a little more.

"So, you boys like what you see so far?" Sophie asked in her best seductive voice, giving a wink and blowing a kiss at the two nerds as she stood in front of them with her shirt in her hands with only her bra covering her modest breasts.

The chubby nerd was frozen in place, his glasses fogging up as his face grew red hot. Looking down, Sophie noticed a rather noticable bulge in his pants.

"Oh yeah..." Jacob moaned, practically drooling as he stuck a hand into his pocket to... Play 'pocket pool' with the much larger bulge in his pants. "Take it all off, Baby!"

"Uh, uh, uh." Sophie said with a giggle, wiggling her finger. "One of you boys has to let me make my call first. Then we can... Play."

Jacob smiled a slimy smile as he pulled out his phone and walked over to Sophie, the latter reaching out for it... Before Jacob grabbed her hand with his other wrist.

"I gotta admit, you almost had me there before you gave yourself away like that!" Jacob said with a smirk, much to Sophie's surprise. "You don't think I don't realize that you're just gonna take our phones and run off with them, just like Oliver here said you would?"

At hearing his name, the chubby nerd snapped back to reality as he looked at his friend with a concerned look. "Uh... Dude?"

"No! No, no. I wasn't gonna do that!" Sophie said, trying to pull away from Jacob's grip. "I was gonna let you guys plow me! Honest!"

"You know, solicitation and theft are both crimes." Jacob said, "Maybe I should call the police on you?"

"No! Please! No police!" Sophie begged, "I need that call to avoid being arrested!"

"Well then..." Jacob began, his grin growing wider. "I think you know what to do."

"Are you... Blackmailing me?!"

"Dude! What the actual fuck!" Oliver snapped in a mixture of shock and disgust. "I wanna lose my virginity to a cute girl too, but not like this!"

"Ah, cram it, Tubby!" Jacob spat.

"You're drunk again, aren't you?!" Oliver spat. "You're always like this when you’re drunk!"

"I said 'Cram it'!" Jacob spat. "You wanna die a virgin, more power to you! Me, on the other hand?"

"Leave her alone!" Oliver snapped as he shoved his former friend... Only for Jacob to punch him in the nose, sending him crashing into a trash can.

"You know, Ollie, I was gonna let you have sloppy seconds, but -"

Jacob was immediately cut off as the side doors to the building swung open and an entire group of naked basketball players ran out in terror, the naked men trampling the creep as Jacob released the stunned Sophie. Jacob groaned as he tried to get up, only to be rendered **** by an invisible **** accidently kicking him in the crotch.

"Sorry." Wenda silently apologized as she sprinted out into the street, deciding that now would be the perfect time to head to the club.

Confused at what just happened, Sophie shook her head and dove for Jacob's phone, picking it up as she put her shirt back on. She was just about to dial the number on the paper when she heard a groan, turning to see Oliver staggering to get to his feet. A look of concern came to her face...

Back with Wenda, the invisible woman walked along as she finally came to the club in question. She entertained the idea of sneaking in through the back where the bands entered, but stopped when she heard a loud feminine voice shout, "AND STAY OUT!"

Looking up, Wenda saw a tan skinned Amazon of a woman throwing a couple out onto the streets, The Bouncer laughing at the two as she returned to guarding the door.

Wenda frowned. She hated that bouncer, always trying to find a way to kick Wenda and her friends out of the club because she felt like it. If it wasn't for the fact that she was twice Wenda's size...

A wicked smile came to Wenda's face.