We had finished up with our makeup. Now both of us were putting on the finishing touches to our nail polish. We used the school colors, Blackhawk Blue...for the base and Blackhawk Gold for the tips. Everyone calls it a 'gold', but it really was more of a yellow. Not that it matters too much, as long it matched our kits.I don't want to brag too much, but we looked pretty good. Coach did a good job of picking the jersey this year. They were a nice deep blue color and had a subtle geometric yellow. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My gaze jumped from the curl of her toes to the indents where her nipples poked at her shift fabric, to the muss of her curly blonde hair. But I paid most attention to the fact that, despite having been staring at her for a few seconds now since my surprising entrance, she did not scream at me to leave or frantically attempt to conceal her intimate details.She had gasped when I entered, and after a few seconds of disbelief, she exhaled and began to breathe. He left the dungeon and wandered the club's maze like array of rooms and corridors. He passed an alcove with entrances to restrooms. There had been several such restroom alcoves, but this one was marked "Alternate Rest Rooms." He considered going into the men's room to see what might be alternate about a rest room, but he didn't really have to go yet, so he continued his explorations.After passing through a few more rooms, he stopped at the door of the Green Dungeon, where there was a sign. ” No one moved, in fact everyone settled down in their chairs in anticipation. Charlotte was dreading the humiliation to come. She had been disciplined often enough by her boss to know she will make no allowances for being disciplined in front of all these parents. “ Right then,” Mrs. Denver said, realising she was going to have rather a large audience, but no matter as she was resolved to teach her secretary a firm lesson. “I will only be another minute,” and she left the room, returning.