UNHOLY FANTASIES

PEARL, ROBINSON & BRYAN

PEARL'S POV

I'm alone in the locker room, lying on the cold, hard metal bench next to my locker. I'm staring up at the ceiling, letting my hands roam up and down my body. I curl my fingers under the tight, cropped shirt I wear with the words MAPLETOWN TORNADOES emblazoned across in gold lettering.

I have a flouncy little skirt on, the kind that barely falls mid-thigh, and knee-high socks with my athletic sneakers. I bite my lip, moaning as my hands slip over my full breasts, groping and rubbing my nipples until they're so stiff you can see them straining through the...