Yes

"I just found them by the field," you say. "I'm sure one of these opens the locker room."

Most of the cheerleaders look relieved, especially Rebecca. The girls holding her arms relax their grip, though they glance at Madison and don't entirely let go. For her part, Madison doesn't seem happy with this situation. If anything, she looks more annoyed.

"There are like a hundred keys on that ring!" she accuses. You think it's more like twenty, but you're clearly not in control here. "You expect us to stand in the rain while we figure out which is the right one?"

One of cheerleaders pipes up. Her name is Rachel, you're pretty sure. Her black hair is usually curly, though it's not as springy soaking wet. You only have one class with Rachel--shop class--and you've always wondered how someone so conservative could be a cheerleader. She never wears a skirt to school, and her shirts never reveal anything below her neck. Maybe she's one of those people who actually thinks of cheerleading as a sport? In any event, you enjoy the opportunity to take in her frame now, with her outfit clinging to her large breasts in a way she would never allow under normal circumstances.

"He could go," Rachel says. "He can unlock the door and let us know when it's ready."

Madison glares at Rachel, then thinks it over.

"Okay," Madison declares. "Not a bad idea."

Hmm, you think. They're going to let me go by myself to the girls' locker room while they just wait here for me to get back? Sounds like a good plan to me!

Before you can get too far in your fantasy, though, Madison continues. "But we obviously can't just let him go by himself to the girls' locker room while we wait here for him to get back."

"Tell you what," she says. "You leave something important here to make sure you come back quickly."

You're not sure you like where this is headed ... though if it ends up with you in the girls' locker room, you suppose that wouldn't be all that bad.

"What did you have in mind?" you ask.