The shower surprise

It all began in the showers, as many interesting things do.

Like most high schools in middle America, the Pinkwhistle girls' locker room had one big open-plan shower where all the girls got naked and soaped themselves up together. Pinkwhistle girls not being stupid, enormous care had been taken to ensure no boys ever got near the place.

All the walls were routinely checked for peepholes, all the windows had been papered over. So after gym class, when they were all hot and sweaty, the girls of Pinkwhistle High could march right on into the locker room, take all their clothes off and shower together in peace.

At least that was the idea.

One day, after gym class, Bonnie came into the locker room. Susie was already there, talking to Vicky Chen, a green-haired nerdy Asian girl from the birdwatching club. Other girls hung around the lockers, some in just panties, others in towels, others in only their sports bras and their shoes.

Bonnie waved to Susie. She came over to join the conversation, stripping off her top to reveal her purple sports bra as she did. She noticed Susie seemed a little flustered by the gesture, but she figured it probably couldn't mean much. After all, they were both girls.

The trio stripped down, stored their clothes in their lockers and headed for the showers. Anne-Marie, evil homecoming queen and head of the Pinkwhistle cheer squad, was already in there, along with a dozen other cheerleaders. Soap bubbles clung to their breasts and their thighs as they scrubbed the sweat off their bodies.

Anne glanced up at Susie, saw that she was naked and said "Hey, Susie, what are those, A-cups?" Susie rolled her eyes, but Bonnie shouted, "Hey, leave her alone!" For a moment it looked like there was going to be a slippery naked shower fight, but before the girls could build up to it, a voice came over the PA system.

"Alert. This is not a drill. Please evacuate immediately. Repeat. This is not a drill."

And an alarm started to sound.

Naturally, the girls raced back to their lockers to get their clothing out. Unfortunately, when they got there, every single lock had been jammed. Bonnie rattled the door fruitlessly, making her breasts jiggle in a way that Susie found very hard to look away from.

"Damn it," she swore. "We're stuck in here!"

"Not quite," said Vicky, pointing to a big pile of fluffy towels by the door. The girls snatched up the towels, wrapped them around their naked bodies and ran out of the locker room, back into the school gymnasium. Where they stopped, and Bonnie said "Hey, wait a minute."

The gymnasium was filled with boys. Lots of them. And they had cameras.