Eye Spy (Closed)

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

The game had ended some time ago and Richard had finished getting some on the field interviews, but some of the players had managed to elude him before he could get statements. Luckily he had an exclusive deal with the team that allowed him access to the locker room as long as he conducted his interviews with the players in a tasteful manner. No ambushing them paparazzi style, no getting nudes, no spying on the players; that sort of thing. It was a lucrative deal that had paid off many times in the past and gotten him a lot of great stories, though he knew it annoyed the hell out of the players.

What did he care about that though? They were under contract and had to abide by the rules set down by the owners.

He was reviewing some of the videos he had pulled from his camera as he walked into the locker room when he noticed it was empty. He almost swore out loud when he heard the sound of running water. Not so empty after all hmm? He ran his fingers through his short black hair and contemplated how best to handle the situation. He could wait until the player exited the shower and then get some questions, or announce himself and let them get out first beforehand.

Screw that, first let's go see if the person in the shower was even worth talking to before he wasted any more time in a debate! The locker room floor had the mascot painted in bright blue and gold colors Go Cougars in bold text displayed beneath it. The equipment was already stored for the players he realized, which meant that they had all gone home? So who was in the shower?

His curiosity perked he began moving more quietly across tile as he rounded the corner. He just barely managed to suppress his surprise when he realized it was not a man nude in the shower, but a woman. Not just any woman either, a very shapely and beautiful woman. It was one of the cheerleaders! Not just any cheerleader either, the most desired, most modest of all the cheerleaders on the squad. She was by far the most beautiful of them all, with her huge breasts, hot little bubble but, yet she never was caught in anything more revealing than the cheer uniforms they had to wear.

That only added to the appeal and desire that left men scouring the internet and her social media pages for dirty photos of her that didn’t exist. That did not stop people from trying though. The messages came pouring in, proposals of all sorts from all sorts of men, and some women. Naked pictures, offers of money, even playboy cover offers, her answer never wavered. He was kicking himself because of his deal with the ownership, he had to protect the player's privacy!

…and she wasn’t a player! Holy shit she was a cheerleader! That knowledge was like an instant slap in the face, it shocked him out of his lust filled stupor. Already rock fucking hard it was hard to think straight, her curves covered in water made it almost impossible to focus on anything. He turned on his camera and began filming, keeping his breath quiet and controlled. Which was quite a feat because she was so hot he felt like just watching her lather her naked body was going to make him cum in his pants.

He checked the upper right corner of his screen to make sure the uplink of the camera was working, sure enough the camera was sending a live feed of this straight back to the network headquarters and after a brief delay it would be broadcasting live to viewers all across the world. Man the money he was going to make for this was going to be amazing!

He felt a thrill rush through him between the anticipation of the giant payday and the vision of the beautiful woman in front of him he was so rock hard it was driving him mad.

jesus, he felt like he was going to burst out of his dress slacks! He had no choice but to adjust himself which provided no relief. So he decided to slowly and silently unzip his pants with one hand to ease the pressure. Though not a professional athlete he wasn’t all that bad himself. He was well built, in his thirties, with sharp green eyes. The bulge that now eagerly pressed out of his boxer-briefs was thick and swollen with need.

With an expert hand he guided himself out of the folds in the front of the undergarments and freed his swollen cock from the stifling undergarments. It felt so good to have that pressure off of his pounding member. He didn’t stop there though, his head was already dripping with precum as he watched that delicious body, he started to tease himself as he continued filming Catie’s gorgeous body. A single finger started at the base of his shaft, running along the underside all the way to the tip and back again, he imagined it was her hot pink little tongue. The camera shook for a moment before he was able to get it under control again.

 

[AngelaSaxon]

Caitie, universally regarded as the hottest cheerleader in the league - she of the sweet beaming smile and astonishing tits - had been waiting for the last players to finish up and leave before stepping into the players locker room. They all knew she wanted to use the space and had agreed to get out fairly fast, for which she was genuinely grateful.

She was doing an interview here at the stadium in an hour or so, which is why she didn't do what the other girls did, which was just go home to shower and change.

She'd been a cheerleader here for two years, so everyone knew her, and she nodded at the last two guys leaving, smiling, and they all waved at one another before she watched them head to their cars, and then she slipped inside the locker room.

She thought of the cheerleader locker rooms as her safe space.

Not even one photograph of her naked was in existence, she was sure of that - even though the even tan over her entire body, without even the barest hint of a tan line, made it evident that she sunbathed nude, or was fully nude in a tanning bed at least, almost no-one had ever seen it - few women and far fewer men.

So far as she was concerned, they could all keep their rude speculations about whether she was 'a real blonde' going forever. She wasn't even remotely tempted by the fund some guys had set up, which would pay out to anyone able to provide, as they put it, 'definitive proof' either way. (The way the website had presented the offer to the world made it very clear what was the only kind of 'evidence' that those involved thought would count as 'proof'.)

Over a year ago some sports channel had wanted to do a reality show, and she and a few players had fought for very firm restrictions on what they could do in either the players or the cheerleaders locker room.

While the station, and those particular journos who were always around, had got the rights to film and say and ask and do pretty much anything at all anywhere else, they were simply NOT permitted to film cheerleaders undressed in the girls locker room and shower area, and similarly with the players in their locker room.

There were even signs at the entrance to each space reminding the journalists of the rule.

The reality show had never happened, but the agreement was still in place, checked out by lawyers, strictly enforceable on both sides, utterly clear about what could and could not happen.

The journalists had still managed to get footage of insufficiently careful cheerleaders or players making out with girlfriends or being felt up over their clothes, but the action was always of cheerleaders outside of the cheerleaders locker room, and players likewise outside of their designated changing and showering areas.

All the cheerleaders had learned to be more careful, and the journalists and the station and indeed the viewers of that station had got reputations as somewhat sleazy types, people who were not above wanting to profit off of any raunchy action they could get on video.

The cheerleaders rooms were currently being renovated, which is why Caitie was using the players locker room, but it never occurred to her to think of it as anything different.

As a result of having performed and now waited for some time, she was feeling especially sweaty, even grimy as she walked in, and quickly stripped off her uniform, leaving it and her towel on a bench just next to the door before walking, fully nude, all the way across to the row of showers against the far wall.

She liked a long, hot shower, and when the water was warm enough she stepped under and tried to relax, letting the heat sooth her muscles as the water flowed all over her body.

She reached for the soap and, turning her face up into the spray, began to soap up her front, thoroughly washing her spectacular rack, the legendary boobs she had worked so hard to make sure everyone could only imagine uncovered.

She had no idea she was not alone.

She applied a healthy amount of shampoo to the very blonde hair on her head and started washing vigorously, creating masses of soap suds and making her huge knockers bounce wildly while singing quietly to herself. Dipping her soapy hair under the shower she rinsed off the suds, threw back her head and used her hands to wring out excess water.

She grabbed the soap again and bent deeply to start washing her long legs, her perfect bubble butt poking back toward the entrance, those amazing tits hanging down in front of her, her eyes closed to prevent any remaining shampoo from getting in her eyes.

Caitie dropped the soap.

Eyes still closed, even more bent over, she tried feeling around for it, and her hand managed to touch it but it was slippery and the floor was wet and it slipped away, leaving her feeling around some more, moving her weight from leg to leg in a way which made her ass wriggle like it was putting on a show.

A show which included more than a hint of what was between those smooth round wet butt cheeks.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Inside his ear there was an earpiece to the station. His producer was in his ear going absolutely insane. He was not chastising Richard, he was screaming his praises. He could not believe the man’s luck. This was a career-defining capture. Catie in the nude, completely uncensored and in the damned shower! The ratings were blowing up already and multiplying by the second. His producer was telling him to keep this going as long as possible and to stabilize that damned camera!

Richard was having trouble keeping the camera steady though. She turned around and began soaping up her body and he was barely able to conceal his presence. His rock hard prick jumped in his hand and threatened to explode as he teased his rapidly swelling rod, then ran his finger down to his full balls, trying to hold back a shudder of pleasure. God those gorgeous tits covered in soap and water mad him want to blow right there, all over them!

The show just continued to get better as she bent over and gave a nice view of that perfect bubble butt. He couldn’t help himself, he had to wrap his hands around his throbbing member and begin to stroke himself. The sight of her was just too damned tempting. She was a Goddess and unattainable. This was a once in a lifetime chance, he was not about to miss it!

The producer was once again in his ear telling him to keep the camera steady, and then his voice came in a moment later with the question asking him if he was jerking off.

It did not take the audience long to catch on that this had gone from an exclusive scoop to a PoV Joi video on network television with the most desired cheerleader in the entire world. The ratings exploded and the producer chirped in ”fuck it. I don’t care what you are doing. Keep doing it. We will worry about the FCC later. We have never pulled in a bigger audience.”

That just made him even harder.

When she dropped the soap and started to wiggle her ass so delightfully he started to pump his hand more furiously. There was no hiding his masturbatory exploits from the audience now. Everyone watching knew the camera guy was getting his rocks off watching this and who could blame him? Half the audience was likely doing the same damned thing? Most of them had already likely finished and were going for round two. This woman was a Goddess made flesh and deserved to be paid tribute.

They all were treated to just a delicious peek at the sweet little valley between her legs and Richard almost lost control then and there. He had to bite his lip so hard he almost drew blood. His breathing started to come faster, he hoped it wasn’t loud enough to be heard over the water. He wanted to keep this going as long as he could.

Though truth be told if she kept it up at this rate he was going to finish, and then she would know he was there for sure.

So now the real question was, was she a natural blonde?

His producer's voice came through the earbud telling him to slow down, they could hear his breathing through the mic and while the audience seemed to enjoy it, for the most part, he was in danger of giving his presence away and ending the show. He swore inwardly and squeezed the base of his shaft hard to calm himself down a little, zooming in on the prize between Catie's legs.

 

[AngelaSaxon]

Blinded by soap and water, bent over at the waist inadvertently accentuating her curvy butt as she attempted to pick up a slippery bar of soap from the wet floor, Caitie had no idea her privacy was being thoroughly violated to the delight of a sports journalist, a station and endless thousands of guys in a rapidly growing audience.

Clueless, and with no notion a camera was focussing so directly on her smooth, round, firm naked ass cheeks, Caitie spread her legs further apart so she could feel around on the floor more easily.

It was only sound of the water pouring down on her that prevented her from hearing the 'journalist' behind her quietly but triumphantly exclaim "yes!" as Caitie's new position spread her ass cheeks and gave the world an amazingly clear shot of cheerleader snatch.

And from this angle, even from the back, it was possible for the viewers at home to see a small portion of a little strip of blonde pubic hair, shaped as an arrow pointing down the middle of the peach-like perfection of her buttocks to that otherwise smoothly shaved cunt - the trimmed arrowhead of hair directing attention at Caitie's pussy like an 'insert here' sign.

And everyone near a screen turned to this broadcast was certainly paying attention now!

A thousand bets solved, and a prize won, a mystery solved!

In many homes and bars there were loud cheers as blonde pussy hair could clearly be seen.

Hundreds of thousands of eyes, one camera and one cock were all in effect simultaneously pointed right between those ass cheeks as the subject of a thousand fantasies and wet dreams and thousands of jerk-off sessions was broadcast live to the homes of enthusiastic fans of this cheerleader's body being given a treat they would never forget, and never have to - given how many copies of this video would circulate on-line from this day forward. (Income from this video would put at least a dozen kids through college and buy at least a half dozen producers and journalists some very nice vacation homes.)

Even as her cunt was filling screens, station lawyers were assuring the producer that getting this video was entirely in line with their agreement, an agreement to which Caitie was equally bound, and in fact that, since this was the men's locker room, Richard was not actually doing anything wrong at all in pulling his cock out, no matter what he did with it or where he pointed it.

"Hey, you wanted an ironclad agreement for everywhere except those gender-specific locker rooms, and we delivered, " the lawyer said, as those in the station listened on speaker-phone. "We modelled what you could do in any other area on text we got from contracts people use when agreeing to participate in those reality porn shows, believe me. you are on pretty safe ground. You own the video, and there is no court in the land which would find for the bimbo if she tried to sue."

The lawyer then burst out laughing, and, after a moment to get somewhat back into his usual profession mode of address, said, "Sorry, I'm watching this live as we speak - did I just see a close-up of that poor girls' asshole fill my screen?!"

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He watched her give him the most delectable show possible as she shifted back and forth searching helplessly for the soap. He wanted to laugh out loud at the sight but he dare not, lest he reveal himself to her and ruins what was his giant fucking payday in more ways than one! Just a little bit more and she split her thighs apart and she revealed that she was indeed a natural blonde, thus settling the long running mystery no doubt causing a wide run of money exchanging hands back and forth all over the country, and a few thousand loads being blown.

He was almost among them as he once more began pumping his hard, furious rod.

He watched the little strip of fur point down to her pink little love glove and the urge to throw this damned camera down and run over there and simply grab hold of her hips and pound his prick into that tight little hole was so overwhelming he almost succumbed to it right there. It was a miracle that he managed to hold back, both from falling victim to that, and the mounting orgasm that was rapidly approaching from this amazing, life altering view before him.

The camera work started to become exceedingly poor as he began to simply not care about the broadcast anymore. He was losing himself in the moment, and contrary to what one would think the audience was rather enjoying the degrading camera work. Much like a PoV porn movie it was like being there themselves, furiously jerking away in the locker room with the gorgeous blonde’s soapy, wet body right in front of them.

Viewership spiked to an all-time high as he desperately withheld his sounds of pleasure and pumped furiously on his swollen, angry red prick. He wanted to fondle his swollen balls, but he was still holding the camera, and he wanted to get this on film because well honestly it was getting him off to know that everyone was watching him jerk off to the most popular cheerleader in the world.

He was panting, sucking in deep gulps of air as he tugged his engorged shaft with desperation, he could feel fire coiling deep inside of his groin, pulsing through his veins and bursting through his body. It wouldn’t be long now, and the edging he had down was going to make for an amazingly powerful orgasm.

Finally, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. With a low throaty groan of pleasure the first burst of thick ropey cum burst from the head of his massive pulsing manhood. Either he had been backed up like hell or the scene she offered had worked him up to an epic amount. The distance his seed covered was more than impressive. He actually managed to land the hot burst on her left ass cheek as she was bent over. The next rocket of jizz followed down her right thigh, and a third splashed near her feet as his pulsing waves began to lose their power, but he was still going, moaning out his pleasure. Several more waves of impressive volume later he was spent and breathing deeply. He looked right at her and couldn’t help but laugh. “Well at least you are already in the shower, right?”

 

[AngelaSaxon]

Though her wet dream of a bubble butt was certainly wet all over, like her entire body, nonetheless, bent over as she was, the water from the shower was mostly falling onto her back and streaming down her sides to the floor.

As a result, when his cum started flying her way, the first blast slapping onto her left ass cheek, the shower did not immediately wash his jizz away.

Caitie felt the cum hitting her rump, but, focussed on blindly groping for slippery soap sliding over the wet shower floor, at first couldn't distinguish between the feeling of hot cum being fired at her behind and all of the water elsewhere hitting her body.

She couldn't tell she was getting a very public cumshot to her amazing ass, not even when the second burst from his cock soared high, sooner than the first, coming down in a tight curve to land on her sensitive inner right thigh, narrowly missing a direct hit on cheerleader pussy which an early comment on the station's live internet broadcast would describe as "a lost opportunity for a hole-in-one".

When she heard a male voice behind her, saying something about someone being 'in the shower', she was immediately startled, her body jerking in surprised in a way that made those huge firm tits bounce, drops of water flying off them as a result.

But, bent over with eyes shut to keep out water and soap, it took her a moment to really start to react.

As she struggled with both hands to keep soap out of her eyes and wipe any water off her face, her butt performed one last sexy wiggle as Caitie managed to stand up straight and turn to where the sound - that male voice! - seemed to have come from.

So at first she didn't realise that she was giving Richard, and his camera and all of the viewers everywhere, their first properly full-frontal look at Caitie, from the dark pink, cherry-shaped nipples on the tips of her spectacularly large, firm, round boobs, down to the arrow of blonde hair jutting down toward her slit, and trimmed back enough that it could prove her carpet matched her drapes while also doing nothing to hide, well, her cunt.

When she succeeded in opening her eyes and looking right in front of her, the first thing she saw was Richard standing there, seemingly grinning while breathing heavily.

Her eyes went wide and she stood for a moment like a rabbit in the headlights.

Her shocked gaze slowly moved down to take in the camera Richard was holding and pointing her way, and her mouth fell open, extending her frozen surprise for seconds of utter exposure the audience certainly appreciated.

Her flush of embarrassment instantly went a darker shade of red and crept from her angelic face, spreading down her neck…

Some watching enjoyed her expression, her look communicating an embarrassed knowledge of exposure, even if many were still too preoccupied gazing at Caitie's magnificent breasts, big smoothly tanned globes of perfection, light pink areolas and cherry nipples standing proudly on top, finally displayed for everyone to appreciate.

Caitie couldn't hear the sounds of producers in Richard's ear-piece actually making cash-register sounds to indicate their enthusiasm for this journalistic scoop.

Everyone got this good look at Caitie, seconds before her eyes continued drifting down from the camera, and then her eyes got even wider when Caitie saw Richard's still-erect penis poking out of his pants and poking in her direction, and seeming to her eyes to be actually dripping…

...and then she was literally making an "EEEK!" squealing sound as her hands started roaming all over her tits and crotch in a useless attempt to hide her perfect body, the very definition of frantically trying to close the door of a now-unoccupied barn.

She instinctively covered herself as much as she could with her hands, but it wasn't as much as she would want, of course - partly because those huge knockers were too big for her slim, delicate hands to do much effective tit-hiding.

She couldn't stop herself from exclaiming, "Don't look! I'm nude!" though a moment's reflection would have reminded her that of course this journalist was aware of her nakedness - his eyes seemed even now to be moving all over her body, like he was committing every curve to memory - and everything about the grinning, almost gleeful expression on his face seemed to announce that Richard had no intention of stopping looking. Or of stopping pointing the camera in her direction.

In her confusion and near-panic she took a step backward, which to her surprise took her back under the shower.

The water proceeded to wash Richard's cum off her ass and thigh and away down the drain.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Her reaction to his voice was absolutely fucking hilarious, and sexy all at the same time. His body seemed confused if he wanted to laugh, or tremble with the aftershocks of his orgasm first, but since the sensations were so damned similar he did both and as a result he nearly dropped the camera. This time the camera actually slipped half off his shoulder and while the crowd missed the half end of her wiggling ass, he did not. He managed to snatch the camera before it completely slipped off his shoulder, smearing a little bit of cum on the edge of the lens. “God damn it. Yeah, she is that good in the flesh folks!”

She managed to right herself just as he recovered the camera and focused it on her magnificent body once more. She truly was like something carved from the hands of the Gods themselves. He could imagine she were placed here by Aphrodite herself or perhaps was the Goddess herself. Who else could make such an amazing and tempting figure out of such a modest woman?

She was giving everyone a spectactular view of her gorgeous breasts and those perfectly hard nipples and he wondered that if somewhere in her mind the sudden surprise had made those pert little cherries stand on end or if it was just the shower. Her body glistened in the light in a way that made his slowly softening prick pulse and ache with longing. How he wanted to do more than just look at her! His eyes and the camera traveled down her figure to that perfect waist and equally perfect snatch with the little trail of blonde fur that seemed to scream ‘enter here’.

Then there was that look of part shock, part terror, part disbelief. She froze as if she had no idea what was happening or she could wish this whole scenario away with a fierce effort of will. That made him chuckle to himself. That moment right there made every shit interview, every crappy puff piece he had ever written worth it right there.

Then there was the gaping shocked look. This just kept getting better! His camera focused on her face, and he heard his producer comment ”Damn if those aren’t some cock sucking lips right there!” Richard laughed aloud and nodded his head to the one-sided conversation.
She continued to just stay frozen as her mind seemed to process her utter ruin one step at a time, next came the complete shame and embarrassment as she turned multiple different shades of red in quick succession. Christ he wasn’t normally into humiliation but she was making him hard again! This chick was a perfect ten on a good day but this could not have been scripted better.

His producer was making some obnoxious cash register noises and Richard ignored it as he took a few steps forward as if compelled by some siren song, he was really getting into her now, he was almost mesmerized by her each and every reaction and he was finding himself becoming rock hard again.

Then it finally clicked for the young busty delight what had happened. The disjointed puzzle pieces that she had been struggling to pull together finally snapped into place. In desperation she frantically tried to cover with her delicate hands all too much skin and the effect at modesty only made this hotter. He and the audience were both in agreement at this point.

Another involuntary step forward, his hand unzooming the camera to adjust for him getting closer so the whole package could be unveiled still. The delightful shriek made him chuckle in reply and she could almost see the pounding pulse of his cock throbbing, ready for a second round and dripping again with an angry round of venom. When she begged him not to look, and that she was nude he let out a laugh and replied “Yes love, that is generally how one showers.”

He wasn’t sure if it was his consistent advancement, or just her terror and panic that caused her to fall back into the curtain of water but she melded back into it slowly. The sight was absolutely beautiful. It made him pause to admire the sight of the water washing over every perfect curve. He let out an audible “Fuck me” as he watched the curtain of water part around her and then embrace her like the tender hands of a lover. He had never been so jealous of water in his fucking life.

He watched her in awe, and then realized his seed was being wasahed away. He grinned at her and spoke with a cocky tone. “You know I worked pretty hard to get that out and you just turned it into drain babies. I could always turn off the camera and we could try to do it the right way.” Can’t blame a guy for trying right?

 

[AngelaSaxon]

"Ohmygod!"

Caitie, hands desperately trying to hide her body from the eyes and camera of this intruding tv guy, was inwardly cursing her choice to leave her towel and all of her clothes - the only things in this room she could use to cover herself - way on the other side of this large room, behind a large row of lockers.

The deep breaths of her panic made her chest rise and fall dramatically even under her sort-of concealing arm.

And then suddenly she found herself being soaked again as she accidentally backed herself under the shower, her wet, blonde hair falling over one of her eyes, hair and water partially obscuring her vision.

Nonetheless, she saw Richard take another step forward, and the hapless, busty blonde could swear that, whereas before it had seemed to be drooping lower, now his cock was getting harder and harder as the second went by, rising to point threateningly right at her.

She gasped. Richard noticed what she had seen and her reaction, and chuckled as he saw her flinch when his penis became fully engorged, jutting up like it was looking at her and trying to decide what to do!

Caitie took another step backward, her perfect, wet round bubble butt squishing against the wall she suddenly found herself flattened back against, standing red faced and frantically trying to cover herself, an arm over that stupendous chest, unable to conceal the astonishing, smooth rounded valley of tanned cleavage, and a hand down trying to hide her snatch.

She was backed away as far as she could, that tantalizingly round bottom pushing back against the gleaming white tiles.

Almost in synchronised steps, and with his eyes dancing over every inch of her exposed flesh - including, it seemed to Caitie, both the eye of his camera and the bobbing eye on the end of that raging erection - this grinning cameraman loomed even closer!

The beautiful naked blonde had no idea that an ever-rising number of viewers were taking in every second of the action, or that the internet stream provided by the station included a simultaneous chatroom function people could participate in even as they enjoyed the show.

To say that the discussion was obscene would be an understatement. At that exact moment one viewer was commenting that the pink of Caitie's embarrassed face seemed very similar to the shade of pink he had briefly seen when her legs had spread enough for a look between her pussy lips. And within minutes a meme was circulating widely on-line making use of still photos of her face and cunt, to invite just such a comparison.

Panicking, Caitie heard Richard making obscene suggestions but she also thought that she heard him offer to turn off the camera. She had no idea that at that exact moment his producer was shouting threats into Richard's ear-piece if he even considered cutting this live feed, but she couldn't resist begging, "Yes! Turn off the camera! Please don't use this video! Don't show anyone!"

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

She was in full blown panic mode now and it was causing her to nearly hyperventilate. The end result was her chest was heaving in the most delicious fashion possible. Jesus Christ! What a vision it was to watch her breasts heave under and over from behind her slender arm in such a fashion. The audience was eating it up as well he knew for certain.

He saw her eyes start to slide down and drift down toward his cock and he couldn’t help but grin. She seemed to be staring at it like it was some sort of venomous snake that was hissing and preparing to lunge at her, ready to sink teeth into her delectable flesh at any moment. This chick was too easy to rattle man! He flexed the muscles around his groin, the effect being his prick twitched and bounced even as she watched.

She backpedaled until her soft wet bubble butt was pressed against the wet tile. She was rapidly caging herself in and he wasn’t even really doing anything. Granted an extremely small part of him felt kind of sorry for her, but he didn’t get paid to feel. She still seemed determined to hide her body, even though the effort was failing in every fashion imaginable. There was no modesty left to conceal.

She looked back and forth between him, the camera, and his raging hard-on, not sure what was more of a threat to her at the moment, and that made him laugh inwardly. Oh man, this was just so fricken good!

Her panicked mind latched onto the one thing that seemed to be a life raft in her turbulent, stormy sea. He had offered to turn off the camera. She begged him with fierce desperation to turn it off and not to use the footage. She had no idea that well there was no putting that genie back in the bottle. Still, he wasn’t going to spoil her hope.

His producer was quite literally screaming in his ear. ”Don’t you fucking turn that camera off you son of a bitch! This is paying the stations bills for the next few years! You turn it off and-“ He had reached back to turn off the one-way radio that allowed the earpiece to work, enough of that asshole screaming in his ear, it was time to make a deal.

He didn’t walk any closer. He let his features soften, no more lewd grin he even managed to look somewhat sympathetic if conflicted. “Hey, Caitie I understand. Everyone knows your rep for wanting to keep your privacy. This was a shitty thing to do, but we all have someone to answer to right? If I turn this camera off and toss the tape, I am not only throwing out a career-making scoop but insane amounts of income. It will embarrass you, but it certainly won’t ruin your career. Some of your peers have actually become more famous after things like this. I’m already in trouble here. My boss has all of us miced up and he was screaming in my ear just for offering to turn off the camera and I turned off the radio. He threatened to fire me. A threat he very likely intends to keep the moment I walk in the door without this tape.”

He paused to let this all sink in, he even took a moment to adjust himself, placing his engorged prick back into his boxer-briefs, but not zipping up. “So as much as I hate to be that guy to me this tape is worth a fortune and my job. What is it worth to you? What are you willing to do to make sure it never sees the light of day? If we can reach an agreement, the camera goes away, problem solved. If not, I have a job to do.”

 

[AngelaSaxon]

Caitie stepped sideways, her tightly clenched buttocks sliding along the wet, tiled wall far enough so that she wasn't being continually drenched anymore.

When her arm relaxed and lowered a few inches without Caitie realising, it was clear to all that the sudden waves of relatively fresh, cool air on her chest had her nipples popping up, bright pink, so that they seemed to be blushing as brilliantly as her face still was.

Even as he was trying to sound reasonable, Richard couldn't resist the opportunity to gaze at her wondrous melons again, firm full tits jutting outwards and upwards on her chest - the perfect boobs of the hottest cheerleader in history, clueless as she stood still dripping water on the floor, hand over snatch and nonetheless carefully keeping her legs together.

Especially as her chest continued to heave as Caitie tried to calm her panic enough to think at least partway clearly.

Only very partially successful, the voluptuous blonde nervously took in what Richard was saying, her mouth slightly open, biting her lower lip, not really realising the degree to which the guy trying to look sympathetic in front of her was really enjoying and calculating the golden opportunity she presented to him.

She happened to glance down and saw that she was accidentally exposing her astonishing rack to this journalist, gasped, and moved her arm back up again quickly, her face seeming to get even pinker.

She wasn't even thinking about a host of viewers gleefully taking in the sight of her amazing knockers - let alone realising that an enormous audience was keenly watching her every move, word and expression, many literally holding their breath, figuratively and sometimes also literally on the edges of their seats, wondering what she would do, wondering if Richard had been able to sell it, and praying that that camera would stay on.

She could try to run for her towel, but that damn camera...that video...

After what would have seemed an eternity to many viewers if the nude wet girl on their screens hadn't been unknowingly providing entertainment and distraction, there was loud cheering in many houses and bars all across the country, and indeed around the world, as Caitie took a deep breath, the big, round eyes on her angelic face looking anxious, and very quietly, and obviously very reluctantly almost whispered, "You promise no-one will see this video?"

It was almost a miracle that Richard managed not to break out in the biggest grin of his life.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Damn she was not making it easy for him to sell this nice guy act to her. As she slid along the wall so that she was out of the water a fresh wave of cold air made her nipples stand out and his prick surged within his boxer-briefs. He felt the garments straining as his need surged and pre-cum soaked the front of his shorts with a glossy sheen. She was so God damn hot he could barely contain himself, and he was only catching the sight out of his peripheral vision. He knew the audience was seeing it through the lens of the camera and more than likely not looking at her eyes like he was.

He couldn’t help it, she was too perfect. His eyes drifted down to trail greedily over her luscious breasts and his heart thundered in his chest. His breath shuddered in his chest at just the sight of her, and he barely bit back a sound of desire and the urge to reach out to touch her nearly overpowered him.

She drew his attention back to her face as those luscious lips of hers were snared by her teeth. Oh he had thoughts on what she could do with those lips. So did every other man watching the broadcast. She was the fantasy of just about every boy from 12 and up with a pulse. Who didn’t dream about what it would feel like to have those hot wet lips wrapped around their rod in bliss? To feel her giant melons in their hands, or nestling their aching desire?

She seemed to realize her guard had relaxed on her modesty. She quickly replaced her hand and turned a shade more pastel. If she blushed any further the poor woman was going to lose feeling in her extremities from all the blood being located in her skull.

He had no idea his producer was still shouting into the radio, giving him directions and trying to tell him what to do. He had turned off the radio and was glad for it, the distraction was causing more harm than good. Especially now that he had to really focus on the task at hand, selling her on the idea that he could make this all go away if she just offered him something in exchange for her cooperation. If only she knew that every single moment of this was being broadcast live, he wondered what she would do.

She seemed to freeze in time at his proposal. She glanced at a locker, maybe her clothing, or a weapon? A stun gun would have been a sensible precaution. She took a deep breath, as if resigned to her fate, her eyes growing wide, making her appear sweet and innocent, for a split second he felt a slight twinge of guilt, but it was gone as soon as she spoke. She was going for it? He could hardly believe it! It took everything he had just to keep a grin, and he had to admit a small bit of fanboy from leaping to the surface.

He nodded his head solemnly. “I don’t want to ruin your reputation here. I won’t show this to anyone.” All good lies sold best when they were not lies, but omissions of truth. Every word of what he just said was 100% true. He had not set out with the intention of smearing the poor unfortunate cheerleader, she had simply been naked at the wrong time, in the wrong place. He also had no intention of showing this to anyone, because it was already being broadcast across the country!

“Here, let me set the camera down so it doesn’t get wet. On top of losing my job I don’t want to have to pay for a several thousand dollar piece of equipment. Meanwhile I can get you your towel okay? I can tell you aren’t terribly comfortable.” He walked over to the other side of the room where she had been looking and set the camera down, he pretended to shut the camera off, and in reality he was just adjusting the zoom so that the audience could still see. He reached into the locker she had been looking at and grabbed a towel, taking a quick look, no obvious weapon that was good.

He closed the distance toward her and for the first time the camera got a good look at the man behind the lens. He handed her the towel and turned around slowly, trying to give her some measure of modesty despite the fact that he had been given enough of an eyeful of her goods to lock into his spank bank for the rest of his life. He leaned against the edge of the tile outline of the shower stall as he talked, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence. “I know this is a strange position to be in. I didn’t come in to catch you in the shower. I came in to get some player interviews. I was on the phone with my producer and saw you and started to leave. He ordered me to come back in and film you in secret. I’m sorry about that. The second part… that was all me. I can’t blame anyone for that.”

He admitted to the masturbation, there was no lying his way out of that. He might be able to turn it into a compliment. “There really isn’t a way to paint it into a good light I know. You are one of the most desired women in the world and I was sitting here watching you shower and well biology is biology. That isn’t an excuse, but it is the truth.”

 

[AngelaSaxon]

The producer cut the connection with the lawyer and the manager of the entire station, and gave himself a moment for a little smile.

He and Richard had started at the station at around the same time, a couple of years ago. Back then, the owner and general manager were talking about creating 'innovative programming' with 'gender balance': fifty percent sports, and fifty percent tits.

The first project had been the very reality show which had been hamstrung by the strict contracts pushed through by Caitie and some players.

It would be ironic if those very contracts re-ignited those so-very-lucrative pervy dreams.

Hell, only two weeks ago he and Richard had finished an especially crappy day getting drunk at a local sports bar, and Richard had slurred in obscene detail about how if he ever got the chance he would "smash Caitie's wholesome image in all three holes".

He and Richard might not get on as they once had - especially during work, things often got tense - but that was obviously connected to something they actually shared: they both wanted out.

Sleaze may be their natural habitat, but this was supposed to have been a relatively quick, big money job, and over two years later it felt like it was stretching on what felt like forever.

And now he had negotiated in record time a deal which he thought would get everyone - almost everyone anyway - what they wanted most.

Which is why the producer freaked out when he looked up at that moment and saw and heard Richard on the screen seemingly offering to stop filming.

The producer's eyes went wide with shock and he immediately started yelling into the microphone, his voice going directly to Richard's ear-piece.

When Richard quickly acted to shut the producer out, the producr was taken aback, and just sat at his desk, stunned. And seconds later started to panick.

He looked out at the tech people he had furiously working to blur out Richard's face and alter the sound of his voice during the three minute delay before the video went out to viewers.

And then the producer pulled himself together. It was time to produce.

He took a deep breath, got out his phone, and sent a text to Richard:

"READ THIS NOW! I've done a deal with the station (see attached) giving you a share of profit from this video. This is already at ten times our usual audience and increasing exponentially. If you can keep the audience growing at the same rate, the video going viral, for ten more minutes, you will be wealthy; if you keep it going for twenty you will never have to work again! Don't let the viewing figures flatten out - they have to keep growing! We've got computer types blurring your face - you are completely anonymous. We've even altered your voice! Now, no-one understands the perverts this station attracts more than you - no-one knows the guys who are 'fans' of this girl better than you! This is our big chance - now go give our audience what they want and make us all rich!"

The last line only hinted at what mattered most to the producer - the deal he had negotiated was not just for Richard to get a share, but also for him.

On the screen he could see Richard handing Caitie a towel and then frowning as his phone beeped. He could see Richard glance at the phone, roll his eyes and open the text, clearly intent on reading and dismissing it as fast as possible.

He saw Richard glance at Caitie, casually holding the phone so she couldn't see the screen, and make a polite, apologetic 'hang on for just a second' gesture to her as he read, with increasing attention, what the producer had written, and then, the producer was smiling when he saw, Richard was clearly opening the attached agreement.

Only someone looking very carefully, possibly in slow motion, would have been able to clearly see the moment when Richard took in the kind of numbers involved.


Richard had been sweet talking the beautiful cheerleader as well as anyone could who had only minutes earlier ejaculated on her ass without permission. He had acted as if he was regretful, certainly apologetic. But, looking at the viewing figures and the rate of audience expansion in those crucial early minutes, both Richard and the producer had later concluded that his having done that (to Caitie) surprise cumshot had in fact made everything possible. It was the moment the Caitie Cunt Channel had really started to go viral. All of their subsequent wealth became possible not merely because Richard discovered the gorgeous goddess showering in the wrong, contractually-unprotected locker room - rather, what had the numbers watching truly go stratospheric was Richard's orgasmically spurted indication that this would be truly an historic example of contemporary journalism.


Waiting for Richard to grab her a towel, Caitie was going through her own crisis.

Only last week she had broken up with her boyfriend for asking - again! - to take photos of her in a bikini.

She had worked hard for years to prevent 'wardrobe malfunctions', 'oops' moments of exposure, to stop paparazzi scheming to get nude photos of her.

To stop this video getting out, should she… do whatever this guy wants?

Even as she was gratefully wrapping a towel around herself, finally feeling somewhat less exposed, she couldn't help but notice that, even as he was reading something on his phone, Richard's crotch was very obviously bulging out more…his cock starting to tent his pants in a way he didn't even seem to be aware of…

As Richard kept reading, Caitie kept glancing down nervously as Richard's cock started to push out through his fly…Caitie gulped as his prick kept growing, like Pinocchio's nose…



And thus Caitie decided, at what felt to her at that moment like her last possible instant to stop herself - she couldn't do this! Whatever this was going to have been!

She turned her towel-wrapped body toward Richard to try to explain, hoping that somehow he would still agree to not use the video, to hide it or erase it.

On the video you can see her throat constrict, and if you listen carefully you can hear what became known as 'the gulp heard around the world'.

"I… I'm sorry, I just can't…" she began, stuttering a bit as she began speaking.

And then disaster struck.

As she took a step to turn fully to face Richard, who was still looking at his phone, Caitie's face pleading for understanding as she used one hand to hold the towel together around her and the other held out to implore the journalist for understanding - at that moment, her left foot landed on that wet, slippery bar of soap she had never managed to pick up.

And immediately her foot started to slide out from under her.

Both of her arms flew out wide, the towel spinning away leaving her fully nude again, and her left leg slid out leftward on the soap, forcing her into an impromptu example of the splits which looked especially amazing with her caught perfectly on camera fully naked and in close up.

Her fall to the smooth wet floor was cushioned somewhat by her plump bubble butt, but nonetheless she landed on her ass, accidentally showing off her legendary flexibility, her legs ending up spread so obscenely wide they pulled her pussy lips open, her back leaning against the wall, her eyes wide in shock, clearly stunned by what had happened, mouth open in an 'o' shape as she made a very long drawn-out 'owww!' sound.

Richard started turning and stepping toward her the moment she started slipping and crying out in surprise.

His own eyes went wide and mouth started to fall open in surprise too as he did, and soon afterward, no doubt, he would have performed sympathy and enacted concern.

If such an idea was being formed in Richard's mind, it never found real expression in his actions.

The moment Richard started turning, he saw her leg sliding out on the bar of soap, her towel flying away, the massive surprise on her face, her huge tits already starting to bounce from the sudden dramatic movement, as Caitie found herself accidentally doing the full splits, fully nude and (unknowingly) being broadcast to who knew how many.

Richard just burst out laughing.

He couldn't help it.

And as Caitie's poor bottom hit the tiles, Richard found his feet had ended up right between those perfectly toned, very flexible and very widely spread cheerleader legs, and his big fat cock had ended up pointing right between Caitie's beautiful eyes, from only two inches away.

Eyes wide, her back literally against the wall, she instinctively put her arms up, which truly looked to those watching as if she was 'putting her hands up', like he was pointing a gun at her face instead of his strainingly-erect penis.

This image, converted to a still, would become famous, featured in a thousand memes, of which "Stop or I'll shoot!" was one of the least obscene.

Slimily covered in his own juices, the eye of his round bulbous purple cockhead opening at that second to leak out even more pre-cum, Caitie's eyes were crossed as she strained to be able to clearly see what was right in front of her eyes.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He couldn’t help but look irritated as the message came through his phone. It was a good thing that he was not currently engaged in anything crucial that required him to pay attention to the beautiful young cheerleader. He doubted that he could have kept his features schooled appropriately. So when he was able to pull out his phone and look at the contents of the message it took a moment for him to read it through. He had to actually read it over more than once to really get the full gist of what was being said. Despite all of his attempts to maintain some level of distance between the young woman and himself, she had managed to work her way into his senses and detract from his ability to think entirely clearly. Having a beautiful woman next to you which many considered the epitome of sexual fantasy while trying to read legalize made focusing more than a little difficult.

Still, he had devoured the content of the message with no small measure of interest the second time around until something new made it difficult to focus on his task. The sheer value of what was being presented to him was beyond anything he and his producer had ever thought possible. The pair had been together at the birth of this project and had expected it to end quickly and allow both of them to exit the program with a large sum of money in their pockets. Instead, the whole project had been nearly destroyed by the very contract which was now allowing him to put the young object of so many fantasies in such a difficult position. So when he was able to read through this proposal he could not help but feel a satisfying thrill of victory wash over him as he watched the situation unfold before his eyes.

It had been Catie and a few of the players which had so terribly shifted the project off from the planned direction. Now he would finally get a chance to not only get a little bit of payback and use her to launch his career forward, but he was also getting the chance to stick it to everyone involved. The idea of all that revenge all at once on top of the fact that he would be able to retire after pounding that hot little cunt of hers a very wealthy man all made for an intoxicating cocktail of victory mixed with a sense of accomplishment he could not articulate.

He had no idea that the way he felt was directly being translated into the throbbing ache between his thighs. He might have noticed it when he went to turn back around. He had even found an instance to give her a “Hold on while I read something much more important than you being naked” gesture with his hand as she began to speak.

All of that was lost as she suddenly went ass over teakettle in the shower. He heard the sound of her surprise and whirled just in time to see her do a remarkable rendition of the splits. When she was deposited on her ass he turned fully around to take in the scene. His mind whirled as the unexpected acrobatics caused him to rethink his approach. He wasn’t sure what to say, and just as he was refining what he wanted to say something unexpected happened; he started to laugh at her.

He hadn’t intended to laugh, but it had just started to bubble to the surface. Before he could stop himself he was in a full-on spiral of hilarity as he took in her new position on the tile floor, and the shocked look on her face. Oh, son of a bitch, this woman knew how to wear a mask of shock! She really should go into acting, with those angelic features and that killer body she would make a killing. It was moments of him shaking with laughter before he could collect himself. When he did she was gesturing with her hands as if she was going to protect himself from the thick throbbing prick right in front of her face, while going cross-eyed trying to see the head of his prick which was an inch or two from his face.

Laughter made his body shake quietly as he just looked down into those eyes of hers. That little cock sucking mouth of hers was puckered as if she were about to take him clear into the silky depths. The thought only made him pulse alarmingly in front of her eyes. It looked like the laughter was almost enough to send him over the edge again. Though that wasn’t the case the way he reacted to the whole scene certainly made it seem that way.

When he looked down at her, his eyes glittered intently. He made no move to step away from her, to give her more space, or to make her feel more comfortable. He did suppress his laughter to the best of his ability, however. His face was flushed from the laughter, his eyes drinking in this new pose of hers as he contemplated what he should do now. Sure it was one thing to be given instruction to keep this woman on the hook for as long as he could. Actually doing it while not appearing to be a lecherous pervert was something else altogether. He knew that if he pushed her too hard she would bolt like a rabbit.

“You all right down there sweetheart?” The echoes of laughter softened and warmed his voice. He didn’t bother apologizing for his arousal, or her proximity to it. After all, this one had been all her doing. He had simply been reading something and she fell down. Now he had two eyes full of her amazing figure and he had no intention of apologizing for it or hiding the effect it had on him. As if he were not already rock hard, the sight of her was enough to finish the job. He was now so hard that it looked like he were going to burst out of his clothing any second now.

The lewd thoughts that echoed through his mind were almost clear on his face. Let's be honest here she was not in the most pure and prim of poses right now. Any man who didn’t get sexual thoughts from seeing her like this needed to check his pulse. “So I think you were trying to tell me just how you were planning to help me fix this situation so that we both came out ahead, right?” The smooth, slightly pushy way he slid it into the conversation was impressive. He was no professional pick up artist, but she was certainly inspiration enough to keep his mind working for ways to keep her moving toward the goal of putting those hot little lips to work. “I’m sure we can find something that would satisfy both of us.”

She was so close to his throbbing length that the small confines of the shower stall and the lack of moving air now that she had shut off the shower made sure that each breath she took was thick with the musk of his sex. Maybe she wasn’t enjoying this nearly as much as he was, but with him, right in her face like this, she would have to be a saint in order to keep her mind purely clean.

 

[AngelaSaxon]

One of the techies, a short, nervous guy in his early twenties known as 'Al', was awkwardly trying to get the producer's attention, while the producer's eyes were locked on the big screen on which the locker room action was being displayed.

"What?" the producer eventually asked, his eyes not moving from Caitie's image.

"Um…sir…"

"What?!" he almost barked.

"Um… I think you should look at this…some guy is lying about us in that chatroom we set up…"

The producer started to experience a cold, sinking feeling, and had to pull himself together.

"Ok, what are they saying?"

The techie took his own deep breath before saying, "Well, he says right now the station has a computer program operating which automatically blurs the image of any guy who gets filmed in that locker room, and alters his voice, so whoever it is cannot be recognised.

There was a pause while the producer thought about it.

"Well that's bullshit."

"Yes sir! Total bullshit! Err… should I post an official correction to the chatroom? Make it prominent so everyone can see?"

There was another pause. The pause kept going, with the producer looking unusually thoughtful.

Eventually he quietly asked, "And if we just let it go…?"

The techie's brow creased in confusion. "Well, I suppose they will realise it isn't true if a guy other than Richard walks into the locker room and his face is clear when it appears on camera and his voice stays the same when the audience hears it…"

There was yet another pause.

"Right… they will realise…that it isn't true…"

The producer was wondering. He only had moments to make decisions at this point, but now he was pondering.

He was a busy man - at the moment, overwhelmed, even, he thought. So an on-line correction could easily slip through the cracks, surely...

Could he also manage, say, a very unfortunately worded instruction to these tech guys - say, when he was first telling them to blur out Richard face, to distort his voice?

If he said - if he HAD said - something like, "You have two minutes, get it done - if any guy's face is recognisable in that locker room today you'll all be paying off those student loans from whatever minimum wage they've managed to extract from Walmart!" he could have said…just being rhetorical, of course…only to be taken literally…how could he have known?!

In reality, he thought, he had better do some more speed-negotiating with these techies, some kind of percentage deal at the lower end but the bigger this gets…yes, that could do it…could he do this?

The producer snapped out of thoughtful mode and began to act. "Ok, listen up tech geniuses. I need you to set things up. And this is what we're going to do…"

Just a few minutes later, one of his tech guys called out: "There's a couple of nerdy-looking dudes walking along the corridor near the locker room, sir. What should we do if they go in?"

On the screen, stadium security cameras to which the station had access showed these two guys looking very excited as they hurried along, maybe trying not to giggle as they headed in the direction of the player locker room, where Richard and Caitie were currently being broadcast live - well, live minus a short delay.

The producer looked uncharacteristically uncertain.

"Sir, they certainly seem to be heading to the locker room…sir, they are at the door… Sir, if we are going to blur them out we need to know now?!"

The nerdy guys were not showing up on the security feeds any more, not from the moment when they entered the locker room, but in mere seconds, if they kept moving into the shower area, they could easily appear in range of the camera providing the live feed of events with Caitie and Richard. (Though no-one knew it at the time, the two new visitors, on entering the locker room, had come across all of Caitie's clothes on a bench, and on a whim decided to hide them in a random locker, which they closed and locked for good measure.)

"What do we do, sir? Leave it and have them appear on screen with their own faces and voices?" the techie asked the producer, wanting it to clearly not be his decision.

The producer said nothing, his face a picture of uncertainty, of desires and anxieties pushing him in different directions. All around staff were watching to see what he would say.

Just at the moment when the guys were about to enter the shower area, as it would turn out, and thus at the last possible second, the producer finally blurted out, "Fine! Do it! Blur them, change the voices!"

The techies got to work.



In the end these five tech-workers would actually manage to pay off their student loans thanks to that day's events.

One of them, Al, would later use all available data and combine it with original research to produce the first Fan Traffic Flow Reconstruction, an educational app which itself went viral - an interactive map showing, amongst other things, the movements and ultimately convergence of the portion of those aware of the rumours of automatic identity protection who started travelling to the stadium at that point.

Guys who saw the live broadcast of events in the locker room and, not wanting to miss out, headed to the stadium - it would become known as the 'Me Too' movement.

In addition to graphically representing the geography of impending audience participation, other features of the app would plot out the relation of this audience participation, on the one hand, to, on the other, the station finally breaking into audience markets in which it had long been almost invisible, notably Japan and India.

Yet another feature showed the mathematical relationship between people pursuing 'new possibilities of fan involvement' on the one hand, and the subsequent bank balances of key individuals somehow involved in the events of that day.



After everything she’d been through, her mind wasn’t very clear. Sitting on the wet floor, her back against the wall, Caitie was too flustered to know what she wanted to say, hands up beside her head, one ineffectually making a silent gesture of sheer panic, Caitie looking almost cross-eyes at this rock-hard penis seeming to strain toward her, as if trying to grow far enough for that angry red cockhead to reach Caitie right between those beautiful eyes.

Richard spoke about how she was about to try to make things work out for both of them, but even as he did, grinning down at her, his cock leaked pre-cum, dripping down on Caitie's astonishing tits, which looked even bigger released from that cheerleader uniform, immense, perfectly-rounded, gravity-defying hooters.

She was pressing herself back as if wishing she could disappear back through the wall, and when his absurdly-excited, slimy dick dripped on her it looked as if she took it as a threat, maybe as if he would explode at point blank range right into her face, and she was trying even harder to impossibly back away further than the wall would allow.

The camera was luckily placed to get a perfect side view of everything, in perfect, loving focus.

Seen from the side, Richard's prick poking right at Caitie's face, the camera caught the entrance of two guys. Their faces were blurred, but even distorted it was possible to tell that they were grinning, and even with voices altered everyone watching could hear the excitement in their voices as they looked at the scene in front of them, taking in the sight of Caitie nude on her ass, all of her voluptuous curves, legs spread, Richard standing between them with erect penis jutting forward at her face.

"Oh boy!" one exclaimed.

Richard and Caitie turned and stared at the intruders, and though the camera could only catch parts and moments of their expressions it looked as if Richard was surprised and thinking hard about this meant, while Caitie seemed like she was simultaneously embarrassed to be seen nude in this position and also hoping this might somehow signal the end of her ordeal.

The other nerdy intruder, who had not exclaimed "oh boy!", was looking down at his phone, intently watching what would turn out to be the live feed of events in the shower area.

"Yes!" he suddenly exclaimed, and showed his buddy the screen - on which their faces were blurred, voices altered, identities concealed.

Giggling, he turned the phone around and showed the screen to both Richard and Caitie, and of course to the camera taking everything in.

Caitie gasped and looked from the phone in the guy's hand to the camera and back again, confused but slowly realising what this meant - that she had been filmed the whole time! And broadcast!

The voices of all the guys in the shower area were altered, but everyone watching could very clearly hear the sound of two flies being unzipped.