“Hey,” I say, stepping out from my corner.
The girl, a sexy, big-breasted half-Arab girl I don't know that well, turns around when she hears my voice, which is impressive in its own right considering how quiet I am. “Oh hey, it's you.”
“I was wondering if, um, you could carry me to the girls' locker room.”
“What for? Oh, wait, dumb question.” She grabs some toilet paper and starts wiping her butt. “You know, I might be able to help you out a little. My name's Asra, by the way.”
“How can you help me?”
“I got a soap kit for my birthday. I actually have a block that's hardening right now, so if I stick you into it, you can have girls rubbing you up and down their wet, naked bodies all day.”
“Holy shit, that's amazing!”
She takes out a box with some warm waxy substance and instructs me to step in. I do; it has some resistance to my body, and I can feel it harden even as I get in. It's just hot enough to be uncomfortable without really hurting. Then she takes me to the girls' locker room and puts me in one of the shower stalls, swapping me out for one of the actual bars of soap that come standard. She washes her body with me, and I feel my face go all over her soft skin. She pays extra attention to her armpits, and it's a bit gross being rubbed on her feet, but by the end I've explored every inch of her body.
The next person to step into the shower is the head cheerleader with a pimple on her ass, Ashley. At this point, a worrying though occurs to me. What if Ashley notices that I'm not just a bar of soap and thinks (well, realizes, let's be honest) that I'm a pervert?
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