A most unexpected place

The first door flung open as beige ceramic appeared underfoot. I looked in awe at what might be either my most favorite or most feared fantasy.

Standing is tapered terry cloth silence were 6 absolutely stunning girls in the gym locker room, unsure of what the hell just happened.

Blue eyes beamed between brown in a silent group reaction, the herd frozen at the sign of danger. The head of the clique was clearly the perfect species of blonde staring back at me in the tightest regulation white cotton T-shirt available. Her meticulously curved stomach glistened with the sweat of girls who were all just finishing their first gym period at school. If I thought back to the hottest girls in my grade, they would all be 5's compared to her, I was astounded.

But across the spectrum of gorgeous bodies, races and faces, they all wore the same outfit. A plain white crop-cut t-shirt riding just above their belly buttons tingling my senses... but it was truly their tight, soft cream sickle orange terry cloth gym shorts with accompanying white stripe down both sides that I couldn't stop seeing. The soft type of snug fitting cupped ass cheek shorts that could often be even sexier on a woman than just seeing her nude. They were all way fucking hotter than any girl I had even spoken to before.

Well, not that I had spoken yet. I quickly noted the fire exit sign to my left. Lifting my hands into the air, I hoped to not set off any of their alarms.

The blonde clutched her towel from the bench and pulled from under it her cell phone - "Don't move pervert, I'm going to call the police..." she warned her confused intruder. But before I could speak on my behalf, from my left side I heard "No! Piper - wait."

To my rescue stood a 5 foot nothing striking half-japanese, half-french girl. I ogled again as she stood out from the others with a certain edginess. In a room full of light and brown luscious long hair - hers was stark black and cut short in a bob style. The front was longer than the back and underneathe raced layers of dyed highlighter pink and electric blues. Plus, her asian features blended perfectly with her european side, all of it supported by a wonderfully rebelious teen smirk.

If Piper was the blonde stunner who could make thousands with her webcam and her daddy issues, this girl was your best friend's knock out sister with a smart mouth.

I didn't know - would saying something be a dumb idea right now? The girl cautioned before looking back, circling me as if taking an assessment of my value and risk. It was her button nose twitching that reminded me of the spray in the first place, perking my spirits up.

The spray - it was still on my hands. Not enough to pull a Chemistry lab again but enough to invoke a normal dose. Part of me reasoned that I could use the scent to disarm them and get out of here. The other part of me knew exactly what I really wanted to do.

"I'm safe, I promise. I just have this... this something secret in my backpack. Right here."

All eyes darted to and remained on the backpack, fears reaction to meeting curiosity. Each looked back to the other, an unexpected adventure that none of them were sure what to do with.

"Katy - fine, you look in the bag then, or else I'm gonna call.", the blonde defended back to the cute Japanese girl.

Bravely cautious, Katy walked around to behind me. With the straps still tight on my shoulders, her steady hand rested on my left shoulder while she unzipped my bag with the other. And all I could do was smile after hearing that deep breathe being inhaled in, spiked with spray residue and safe from the tightly sealed ingredients, I knew I had. chance now.

Cute socks that laced around the ankle criss-crossed backwards as she bit on her lower lip and stepped away, sizing me up in new ways now. With a smooth flick of my shoulder, I brought the backpack over to face the frontwards now, confidently inviting the rest of them to come and take a look for themselves.

Slowly but surely, each approached and huddled around the mystery chest, bringing their untouched treasures right to me. One by one, faces leaned in and returned with smiles and an eager excitement.

Michael knew at these levels, he could convince them to let him leave untouched. But, he could also stick around for a little bit of touching as well. Not knowing how much concoction remained in the canister, this might be his last chance with the Axe spray until his next batch.

What does Michael decide?

1) Its his chance to go now. He won't be able to resist this and he needs his eye on the prize.

2) He can handle this, or at least its worth watching him try. Let them start touching each other, start to build up an edge for Ria.

3) Drop the backpack and reveal his rock hard cock, screw promises.