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Leona’s eyes snapped open. Terror went through her blood. Cold. Fast. She put her hands over her mouth. It was too late. “What was that?” Chloe asked. Her voice was high. She tried to stand up. But Aaron held her down. His hips pinned her to the desk. “Shh,” Aaron said. He stopped moving. Leona froze. She pressed back in the dark locker. She prayed she was gone. She could hear her own heart. Thump, thump. Aaron turned his head slow. His eyes looked around the room. Dark. Hungry. They looked at the window. The door. Then they locked on the shadows of the locker. He knew. Leona saw it in his eyes. He did not look around. He looked right at her. A slow, mean smile went on his face. It was not the smile of a boy who got caught. It was the smile of a hunter that found a new toy. He did not pull out. He did not cover up. He kept Chloe pinned. His d**k was still buried inside her. “Maybe,” Aaron said. His voice was loud. He talked to the locker. “It is just a little voyeur looking for a show.” He pushed into Chloe hard. She cried out. He did it on purpose. A show. I see you. Watch this. Leona was stuck. She could not leave without being seen. She could not stay and watch without going crazy. But she could not look away. She watched Aaron’s muscles flex. She watched the sweat drip down his back. She watched Chloe’s body shake from the f*****g. The air in the locker was hot. Leona felt dizzy. The fever went up. The smell of s*x was strong. She felt like she would faint. Or c*m right there in the dirty locker. Aaron made a sound deep in his throat. His rhythm broke. He pulled out at the last second. He stroked his shaft fast. He aimed his d**k. Not at Chloe. At the crack in the locker door. Leona watched. Scared but turned on. Thick, white ropes of c*m shot out of him. They hit the metal door. A huge glob shot through the crack. It landed hot and sticky on her sleeve. The heat burned her. Aaron breathed out hard. He zipped his pants. He did not care. He leaned down. He said something in Chloe’s ear. She giggled. He hit her butt. “Get dressed,” he said. He walked to the locker. Leona moved back. No place to go. He stopped in front of the door. His face was close. She smelled him. Smoke. Sweat. s*x. “Next time, little slut,” he said. His voice was low and mean. “Do not moan so sweet unless you want a taste of this dick.” He turned and walked out. The girl followed him like a dog. The door clicked. Leona waited a minute. Her body shook bad. Then she pushed the door open. She fell on the floor. She breathed hard. Her shirt had his seed on it. Her body burned with fever and need. She got caught. She got watched. And the scary part was, laying on the floor, she knew she was never more turned on in her life.