Decide to leave

You record a little longer, your agile mind sees no high value to it as blackmail. There's a possibility, but these young women seem so brazen they're more likely to ask for copies of the video than to pay anything to suppress it. With that thought you stop recording and start to slip towards the door, trusting that the girls are so involved in their play they won't notice you.

No such luck. You hear a sudden silence behind you then a sharp voice asks who you are. Busted, you turn back with a confident grin on your face. To your slight surprise, none of the three make any effort to hide their bodies.

"I'm Mr. Sharp, the new history and geography teacher. You girls were making a lot of noise and I wanted to check it out."

"Check us out, you mean!" one of them giggles, the others joining quickly joining in.

"Yeah, so do you like what you see?" another laughs, cupping her firm young breasts as though holding them out for inspection.

"Very nice," you smile. "On a more serious note you shouldn't have glass bottles in the pool area. And you shouldn't be yapping your heads off about illegal drugs. You never know who might hear." You smile and sketch a little wave, turning towards the door.

You hear a splash of water and then the sound of wet footsteps behind you.

"Wait! Mr...Sharp? Wait a minute please," a slightly slurred girls voice says. You turn and find one of them very close, her taut young body gleaming with moisture. The other two are climbing out of the pool behind her.

"You have me at a disadvantage Miss..."

"Duncan," she replies. "Rina Duncan. It's really Katrina but I shortened it when I was little and it's kinda stuck ever since." She gives you a pretty and slightly stoned smile. "Look, you don't have to report this do you? It's no big deal and all that would happen anyway is that Headmistress Frigid would call our parents." She moves a little closer, making her smile more appealing as her friends step up behind her, all of them smiling prettily at you. If they had tails they'd look like three mermaids, their hair slicked back with water and hanging loosely past their shoulders, their bodies sleek and hairless, a tribute to the art of waxing.

"We were just joking around about Molly," one of the others says. "Like totally joking." The third nods her head in support.

"No doubt," you smile. "But you should be careful how you joke. And you were drinking, weren't you ladies? And I'm guessing you're all under age?"

"Yeah," Rina nods with teasing grin. "We're underage for drinking. But we're all woman, aren't we girls?" she adds as she cups her firm breasts and teases her nipples as the other two giggle. "Do you want to see, Mr. Sharp? Check and see if I'm a woman?" She moves closer and suddenly wraps a hand behind your neck and squirms her wet body against you, staring into your face with drunken abandon. Emboldened, the other two step up and surround you, pressing their sweet nude bodies against yours as they giggle throatily.