You run along cold tile, your bare feet pit-pattering upon it, as you hear the student say, "The girls' locker room!" You are scared and horny, but unfortunately the darkness is not doing much for you.
So, like the floodlights of a grand stadium, one by one the lights flash brightly on, illuminating the room. You find yourself in a large area surrounded by wooden benches, lockers, shower stalls, and mirrors. At the other end of the room, however, is Mr. Hackett, standing with his arms behind his back and staring at you with a smirk under his mustache.
"Hel-lo!" he says. "As expected, the pervert is caught in the act."
"Are we talking about you or me?" you ask.
"What?" Mr. Hackett asks. "Sorry. I honestly can't hear you. Plus, if I cross the chalk line at my feet, I could be cuffed and taken to prison."
If you were not one inch tall, you would be able to see a chalk line in front of Mr. Hackett, closing off a small section near the entrance to the locker room.
"Yes," Mr. Hackett continues, "I am legally unable to do anything to stop you from committing your perverted acts. However, these wonderful girls are more than allowed to exercise judgment upon you."
He extends an arm towards the door, through which come a very long line of female students. They crowd into the locker room, eagerly looking at you.
"Not you," Mr. Hackett tells Bertha, pushing her back out of the room. "I'm still not convinced you are a female."
Then, Mr. Hackett turns his attention back to you.
"These fine, fine young ladies have been informed of the laundry list of disturbing things you planned to engage in at their expense and without their knowledge."
"What 'laundry list' are you all talking about? Are you confusing this plotline which one of the other choices?"
"Can someone please tell me what that pervert is saying?" Mr. Hackett says to the girls. "Nobody can make out what he's trying to say!"
"He said something that broke the fourth wall."
Mr. Hackett gasps.
"That's it! Your actions are indefensible! It's high time we taught you a lesson!" he declares. "Plus, this plotline has not had enough sexy events taking place."
He raises his arms in a 'V.'
"Girls!" Mr. Hackett announces. "I want you all to make this slow and painful for the pervert! Torture him with your toes! Lick him like a lollipop! Take a seat on his face!!"
The girls giggle, and you can feel blood rushing to your head. Your arms and legs feel cold, and your erection has not gone down despite this long interlude. The girls begin to surround you, some slipping their feet out of flip-flops, others pulling off their shoes and socks, and most of them taking off their shirts--because we're going all out here, OK?
All around you are girls in their bras, some without, some wearing socks and some modeling their beautiful bare feet. Most are blondes or brunettes, with a few scattered girls with red hair or dyed in unique ways. All of them are beautiful because the author says so, and you would really much rather have a fantasy about beautiful girls rather than 'meh' girls.
Now, enough explaining. What happens next?
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