Yes.

In a couple minutes, you and Rachel emerge from the darkness as you return to the concession shelter. It's actually stopped raining, so you've managed to dry off by now. Rebecca's clothes are still sopping wet, of course, and the cheerleaders' outfits are likewise tantalizingly snug.

"What took so long?" Madison demands immediately.

"He had to pee," Rachel says quietly.

"What did you say?" Madison asks.

"He had to pee," Rachel repeats, more loudly.

The girls laugh, and you distract yourself from their scoffing by taking a look at Rebecca. She still stands in the middle of the group, Jillian right beside her, arms crossed over her tits and pussy. You can't help but get turned again on at the sight of her, and with the thoughts you'd been having about Rachel, you actually start to get a little hard again.

You snap back to reality as Madison says, "Peeing was not part of the deal."

"What?" you ask.

"You agreed to unlock the door and come back. No one said anything about peeing."

If you'd given it much thought, this turn of events really wouldn't be surprising. But somehow, you're shocked all over again. Madison isn't going to return your clothes.

Madison turns to Rachel. "The locker room is open?"

"Yes," Rachel replies.

"Great," Madison says. "Let's get out of these wet clothes."

Madison walks up to you and grabs Rebecca's bundle of clothes. She hands them to Mia, and you notice Jillian picking up your clothes from where Madison had been standing guard. You steal a glance at Lisa, the slim brunette you remember from your art class last year. Yep - still staring at your cock. Mia and Rachel, the other girls who had been admiring you earlier, are otherwise occupied now, but Lisa's taking advantage of the situation to take in as much of you as she can.

"What about me?" Rebecca calls desperately.

"What about you?" mocks Madison. "You gave these up fair and square. A deal's a deal. Your boyfriend didn't hold up his end of the bargain, so I don't have to hold up mine."

Rebecca is crestfallen as the cheerleading squad starts to head to the locker room. She stares at the ground in shame and follows them. The moon emerges from the clearing clouds at just that moment, illuminating Rebecca's ass. How poetic, you think.

Then: Now what?