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Lisa is walking to the coaches' office; Mia is watching her while keeping an eye on Rachel and Rebecca.

You start to sweat, the reality sinking in that you're about to be caught. You've been in here for the better part of an hour, watching the cheerleading squad strip, shower, and change. You've also got all their intimate details caught on high definition footage...

Shit, you think to yourself, as you look around in the dark for a place to stash the camera. Lisa is only a few steps away, so you go for the closest option, the top drawer of one of the desks. For good measure, you toss the janitor's keys in there, too. No need giving up all my little advantages, you think.

Lisa opens the door and walks into the office. She spies you, still naked, and her face splits into a wide grin. "Look what we have here!" she calls. Then, "Please, don't be a stranger. Why don't you come in?" Lisa steps aside and gestures toward the locker room. Stunned and unsure, you step toward the bright lights.

The first part of you that emerges from the office is the tip of your erect cock, which is still hard from your ogling of Rebecca's pubes. You can't help but notice three sets of eyes latch onto your package: Rachel, in her wet uniform; Rebecca, still bottomless; and Mia, with a wicked grin.

"Looks like we have a peeping perv," Mia says, her smile still broad. "How long have you been in there?"

"I don't know," you answer lamely and mostly truthfully.

"This is too good," Lisa says, coming up from behind you. You startle as you feel her cool, soft hand on your left buttock. She starts to rub your ass. "Like a special little gift."