text: Bill stared through the hole in the supply closet at the woman's locker room, waiting for Cynthia and her lacrosse team to come through that door, strip, and let him feast on all their naked glory. His pants were around his ankle, and his cock, half-hard in anticipation, was clutched in his hand.
  
  A door opened, and the sound of women laughing and giggling echoed through the tiled locker room. They stored into view, beautiful Cynthia and Bev, green-haired Cassie, Erica, Georgia, Wendy, Liu, Rosa, and Reggie. All so gorgeous, and —
  
  "What are you doing?" a voice growled.
  
  Bill spun, dick still in hand, and there stood Kevin, PLU's head of security, glaring at him. "I'm —"
  
  "A peeping tom?" Kevin finished. "You are in a lot of trouble."