"Out of spare keys."

Cass hangs up her towel and steps into the dorm shower cubicle, naked. The powerfully built blonde turns the tap on, expecting to feel soothing warm water cascade over her skin. A perfect way to start the day.

The shower nozzle shudders, and, with no warning at all, blasts Cass from head to toe with cold whipped cream.

Her angry scream echoes through the dorm. It takes her quite a while to find the tap and turn it back off. When she finally steps out of the cubicle, she’s a creamy mess, her hourglass figure buried under chilled sticky white goo. She gives you and Meg the finger as she steps forward, fumbling for her towel.

It’s not there.

“God damn it!”

You and Meg laugh yourself silly as Cass tries to use the sink, and finds it won’t produce any water. She’s able to scrape the worst of the cream off her body, but she’s still a mess. She shoots you a glare as she tugs on her pink bra and panties, over her sticky cream-drenched breasts, and looks at the place where she left her shirt and jeans.

“Looking for these, Cass?”

“Fuck you!”

You toss Cass’ clothes out the window. She stands there, glaring at you, in her bra and panties, covered in whipped cream, unable to do a damn thing about it. At least you’ve left her room keys. She snatches them off the counter, takes a deep breath, bites down on all the hundred things she wants to say to you, and stubbornly marches out into the dorm corridor.

She’s immediately pelted with wolf-whistles and cheers, as the students hanging out in the corner lounge show their appreciation of her presence.

“Nice titties, Cass!”

“Shake that thing!”

“Give us a twirl!”

“Cute undies, too!”

Cass flips them all off as she marches down the corridor towards her own dorm room, keys jingling in her hand. She shoves them into the lock of her door.

They won’t fit.

“FUCK!”

Some time later, there’s a long line of cream-covered girls in their underwear standing in the lobby. None of them look happy to be there. Janelle, whose panties today have been stuffed full of prickly hellnettles, is trying and mostly failing to hold it together as she fumbles in a drawer below the counter.

“Sorry, girls… iiieee! Ooh! I… oww! Nngggh! I… ahh, it seems we’re out of spare keys.”