get mr. thomspon

"Oh, Sara, that feels so good. But I've got an even better idea. Let's get Mr. Thompson in here."

"Hey, now you're talking."

The pair raced to throw their bathing suits back on and to his office.

"Mr. Thomspon! Mr. Thompson!"

"What is it girls? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"There's a really huge spider in the locker room. Will you please come kill it?"

"I suppose I could tell the janitor about it."

"But the janitor already left for the day. Will you please help us, Mr. Thomspon? I'm afraid to go in there with that big icky spider."

"Alright alright. Just this once. But remember, I'm not supposed to be in the locker room ever, so none of this ever happened, alright."

The girls nodded in the affirmative. Mr. Thompson led the way and barged through the locker room door.

"Where is the spider, girls?"

"In that corner over there," said Sara.

While he had his back turned looking for the spider, the girls frantically shucked their suits aside, and when Mr. Thomspon turned around, they stood looking naughty and naked.

"There is no spider, is there?"

"No. but while you're here, there is something you could help us with. We poor teenage girls are so horny and no one to give us any relief," Leslie replied.

"I don't know, girls. I would love to help you out. But I have a career to think about here."