At that moment was when Sophia's phone beeped. She pulled it out of her pocket, and hmmed. "Hebert just walked in with the coach. She says that she can't hear what they are talking about." Another beep, and she frowned. "Coach just walked into her office. She's going to wait and see if she leaves."

Emma's frown mirrored Sophia's. "I hope she does. I rather not wait `till next Monday to try again."

"Same."

Silence hung for some time, both friends deep in thought. "Think she'll pull through? Madison I mean."

Sophia shook her head as she said "She has to if she wants to be part of the group. We all know she isn't really doing anything. Her grade-school level shit isn't phasing Hebert anymore. If she wants to be with us, then she's going to have to step up." Emma nodded in agreement.

They waited quietly, staring at Sophia's phone, willing it to beep again. And is if by magic, it did. Sophia looked towards her friend, her grin letting her know all she needed to know. "Show time!" crowed the redhead, grin matching her friend's.

Emma pulled her laptop out her bag, and put it on the teacher's desk, opening it to show a black screen with the words `No transmission' placed in the middle. It wasn't a particularly special laptop. It had a thirteen inch screen, which happened to have horrible viewing angles. Something Emma and Sophia realized would cause problems as they looked at the rather narrow desk chair in front of the desk. They looked at each other in the eyes, and with an unspoken agreement, they stood ready. Stony faced, each set their closed fist in front of them, and shook it two times, and on the third, they sprung.

Emma's cry of victory echoed in the dusty old classroom as her hand enveloped Sophia's fist, and waved her hips side to side in celebration. Sophia, on the other hand, looked like she bit into a lemon. "How do you do that!? That's like the third time in a row!"

"Not telling~" singsonged Emma. "Now sit."

Sophia complied, huffing as she did so. She then grunted when Emma planted her shapely ass on her lap. Sophia scowled at her friend, and she just grinned back at her. Any further comments were cut off when the screen lit up with the image of the locker room's door.

"The things I do for you guys," came Madison's whisper through the speakers, causing the duo to chuckle in unison.

The image showed the door cracking open, and then shifted to show the corridor. It stayed there until the sounds of a shower going started. Then the view shifted back to the now open door as Madison quietly rushed inside. The view shook as Madison huddled against the end of the middle row of lockers, then tilting the camera sideways around the corner.

"What is she doing?" asked Emma.

"She's using the camera's viewfinder to scout around the corner without exposing herself," answered Sophia. "Clever."

They continued to watch as the screen showed the entry to the shower, Taylor's lanky silhouette obvious in the steam. Her back was halfway turned towards them. The view turned upright as Madison moved up, confident she wouldn't be spotted. She grabbed Taylor's stuff, and then quickly backed out, turning the corner again and moving towards her own locker. She cracked it open, and jammed the bags there. Once it was secured, Madison moved along on the hallway created by the locker rows, where she wouldn't be spotted from the showers. She edged along the far wall until she was at the edge of the entryway.

The camera shifted, showing Madison's hesitation, before she finally sucked it up and kneeled around the corner. She fiddled with the focus a bit until Taylor could be clearly made out among the steam, scrubbing mud off her arms.

Both hummed thoughtfully. As much as all of them ragged on Taylor for her figure, they had to admit -privately— that it's advantages. Taylor's back was one of such, as it was smooth and narrow, tapering very slightly towards her hips. And now that she wasn't slouching to allow the warm water to hit her chest, it was obvious that it also had a beautiful curve to it. Emma hated to think so, but she was always jealous of Taylor's back. It was the kind that fashion models had. Madison had zoomed in on it now, showing that it was also blemish free.

The camera panned down, stopping to focus on Taylor's ass, and Sophia had to blink when she realized what she was seeing. "Say," she whispered. "Does it look to you that Hebert's ass is gotten a little bigger?

Emma blinked and leaned towards the screen. "It has," she said with surprise. "Got a lot more tone into it too."

Sophia leaned in, putting her chest against Emma's back and her cheek against hers. "She's exercising," she realized, as the camera panned down again, scanning Taylor's equally toned and shapely legs. "Jogging, if I had to take a guess." Emma hummed in agreement. The camera finally settled on her feet. It was a good pair of feet, despite all that was said and done. One didn't get to be as tall as Taylor with small feet. Sophia's own were roughly the same size.

Then Taylor hummed, and the camera snapped back up. The reason was immediately obvious. Taylor, arms now clean, was massaging her chest and stomach. A little giggle escaped her as she did so.

The duo gaped as they leaned even further. "Is she..." Sophia whispered. And then Taylor's her trailed down. With her back towards the camera, they couldn't see it, but there was no doubt in their minds as to what Taylor was doing.

"Oh my god, she is!" Emma half whispered, half giggled. "She's masturbating, and she has no idea that we are watching her!" They marveled as Taylor kept fingering herself, her moans becoming more frequent and louder.

"You know..." said Sophia. "This is kind of hot."

Emma blinked in surprise. She turned towards her friend and asked "Wait, you're gay?"

Sophia shrugged, eyes never leaving the screen. "Sometimes."

"Oh." She turned her head back to the screen. Her lips pursed, and she asked "Sometimes?"

Sophia rolled her eyes. "Yes, sometimes. I get like, moods where I get just fucking sick of guys and I want something different. It doesn't happen often, and when it does, it's gone in days. That's why I never told you. It simply doesn't matter."

"Oh." Then tentatively, she looked back at her friend. "Do... you find me attractive?"

"Oh for fucks... Yes! Sometimes okay! Never bothered you with it because I knew you're straight."

"...Oh." Emma finally focused back on the screen. She tried to not fidget, distinctly aware of where she was sitting. She didn't know if doing so would be considered teasing Sophia, but she felt awkward enough as it is. No need to make them both awkward. She didn't bother asking if she was in one of her moods. The way she was intently looking at the screen and the contents wherein answered that question. Probably should let Sophia enjoy the show. She tried to relax as much as she could in Sophia's lap, aware of the weight of her breasts pushing against her back.

The image on screen hadn't changed much. The only difference was that now Hebert was moaning a little more wantonly. Sophia was getting somewhat uncomfortable. She didn't lie when she said looking at the tall girl fuck herself in the shower without knowing she was being watched was hot. She never thought herself a voyeur. That was the kind of thing scumbags she hunted did. But she shouldn't be surprised, she thought to herself. She did call herself Shadow Stalker. It was an extension of her usual activities, she realized. Stalking criminals out doing their thing was an emotional high, and stalking someone doing the deed was a sexual high. It grossed her self out a little bit doing that thought process, but she couldn't fault her own logic. `Everybody is a pervert' Dennis had told her once, and she just simply found her own kink. With her excuse out of the way, she continued to enjoy the show.

Silence reigned once again, the only sounds in the room being the spatter of the shower and Taylor's moaning, all distorted by the tiny laptop speakers. They sat together, if rather awkwardly. Emma watched on in bemusement, aware that Sophia's breathing was getting noticeably deeper. And Sophia felt Emma's discomfort in the way she held herself stiffly. She dearly wanted to stick a hand in her panties, but she knew Emma wouldn't be amused. Both were trying the best not to react, or to fidget. They didn't want to make their friend uncomfortable after all. That's what good friends do, right?

Taylor's moans were coming high and thick now, so they both knew she was getting close. Sophia leaned in as close as she could to the screen, forcing Emma to do the same. Both looked on with rapt attention as Taylor's pitch went up and up, and when it looked like she was about to peak, she yelped, and scrambled to cut of the shower. When she did, she was left shivering. She brought her hand towards her muff again and rubbed herself desperately, but then stopped and hung her head with a groan.

Both girls started laughing then, tension broken. They laughed as they watched Taylor dejectedly start drying herself, trembling like a leaf in a windy day. "Oh god!" cried Emma between laughs. "I can't believe... I can't believe she lost it! That's so fucking funny! What happened!?"

"Heater... Heater ran out of hot... water..." Sophia wheezed between her own guffaws. "Fucking... Fucking hate it when... it happens to me."

They leaned back into each other as their laughter petered out, previous awkwardness gone. They watched with amusement as Madison scrambled back to hide from Taylor. The camera focused again once Taylor's back was towards them again. She was looking frantically around for her missing clothes. And then, Madison spoke "Hi there, Taylor."

They broke out laughing again when Taylor turned around so fast she could've given herself whiplash. The look of surprise and fear was priceless. The chuckles took a more malicious tone as Madison kept talking, following the rough script they've given her. She was doing a good job of improvising given the unexpected circumstances. They both enjoyed as the panic became and shame become more and more apparent as Madison went on, if for different reasons. Sophia had to admit that she really liked looking at Hebert's blush drop lower and lower. Emma, on the other hand, felt some satisfaction from watching Taylor cry.

However, their amusement poofed out of existence when Madison next spoke "Ahhh, don't be sad Taylor! We aren't done yet!"

"That..." Emma trailed off.

"Wasn't on the script," finished Sophia with a frown. "Having her masturbating on camera is more than enough. What's Madison playing at?" They watched in bemusement as Madison stepped closer to Hebert, forcing her to back up until she hit the lockers behind her. But all doubts where cleared when Madison asked the girl to start masturbating again, her breathing audibly harsher, even through the speakers.

"You know..." began Sophia, "I always had my suspicions about Madison. This might as well be the confirmation I was looking for."

"Confirmation for what?" asked Emma.

"That she was bi."

"What?! She's bi? How could you even tell?"

"I caught her staring a couple of times. She never looked away though. She just met my eyes every time. Thought she might be jealous or something."

"... Am I the only straight one here? Do I have to go hide in a corner to change or what?"

"Nah. Madison never made a move. She's probably in denial or the like. The worst she's done is stare, which I'm kinda guilty of myself."

"I... I don't even know how to respond to that."

"Then don't Miss Model. If you can stand some forty year old fuckwads ogling you, then you can stand your friends appreciating your figure."

Emma opened her mouth to answer, but it clicked shut when she realized she didn't have one. All the while they argued, they never stopped watching the screen. Not much happened though. Madison had tried in vain to get Taylor to drop the towel and start slicking again. Taylor shook her head time and time again, despite the tears that rolled her cheeks. They were both kind of impressed. That was the most resistance Taylor showed since... Since ever really. It broke down though, when Madison brought up the contingency plan they had in case she didn't comply. Taylor started crying openly, sobbing like a little girl as she finally let the towel drop, arms stiffly at her side. Both Emma and Sophia bogled at what they saw.

"Jesus Christ. She could stab someone with those," swore Sophia.

"They were not that pointy the last time I saw them," answered the redhead.

So fixated where they by Taylor's small, yet incredibly protruding nipples that they didn't notice that Madison had started caressing Taylor until she flinched. They looked on incredulously as Madison's hand trailed around the lanky girls slim collarbone and down her chest. They both gaped when she started groping her breast.

"I never thought I'd ever say this but I am kind of jealous of Madison right now," said Sophia as she played with Taylor's boob, and more importantly, that tantalizing nipple. Madison was right too. Taylor's skin looked deliciously smooth. She kinda wanted to nibble on it.

Emma, for her part, just hummed non-comitantly.

The duo watched on as the groping hand trailed down and explored Taylor's stomach and pelvis, marveling just like Madison at the lack of hair anywhere. They both blinked in surprise when Madison actually had the nerve to move her hand to Taylor's pussy, spreading it open and teasing the area around her clit. Then she actually touched the clit, and they outright jumped from the seat when Taylor moaned.

"Wow. Taylor might actually be a-" Emma began, only to be interrupted when Sophia clapped her hand over her mouth. Emma stared incredulously, but Sophia ignored her, deadly focused on the screen.

Madison had made a joke about Hebert's mom being a slut. At that moment, Sophia noticed the change in Taylor's demeanor. The fear and shame were gone, instead staring a little to the side of the camera -where Madison's face must be— unbelievingly. She'd seen that same face before, in interrogations. It was usually shown by men or women who were just accused of killing their wife or children. It usually precluded something else.

Sophia's suspicions were proven correct when Madison insulted her mother again. She saw the exact moment Taylor's restrain broke, and rage twisted her face into one of a demon.

The camera shifted to point at the floor as a sharp, meaty sound echoed from the speakers. Then Hebert started raging, and the the same noise came again, and the camera clattered to floor, image going noisy for a second before focusing again sideways. The image showed that the meaty sound was actually Hebert slapping Madison to punctuate her rant. Madison kept retreating in the face of the onslaught, until it was her back against the wall. Hebert, for the first time the athlete ever saw, was using her height to her advantage. She pinned the smaller girl's wrist to the lockers, and held her head from beneath to keep her from turning away. She couldn't see it from where the camera had fallen, but judging by the way Madison looked ready to piss her panties, Hebert was using those huge eyes of hers for effect.