Episode Two of 'The Zip Files': Zip Does Gymnasts
Chapter Six: Playing Playa
Our Story Thus Far:
Zack 'Zip' Zilch, the biggest loser in wealthy San Cajetan High School, has recently discovered that he has the ability to control women's clothing with his mind - alongside a few other superhuman sexual attributes. In the first chapter Zip secured a place accompanying the San Cajetan High women's gymnastics team to a crucial meet, and as the 'Emotional Support' boyfriend to its team captain Summer. The night before the meet, Zip managed to finagle a blowjob from Summer - and filmed it without her knowledge. The next day, the San Cajetan team tried their best... but consistently trailed just behind their fierce rivals, the very snooty and uniformly blonde girls of Playa Dorada High. Possibly due to nefarious reasons. Regardless, the team went back to their dorm rooms dejected, and called it an early night. But Zip did not go to bed. Instead, feeling like he has to do something to help his team, and realizing he really only has one talent, he decides to put that to use. By making a beeline for the rival team's dorm rooms.
Note:
all characters appearing in this work are over the age of eighteen.
Creeping back up to the dorm entrance, Zip used his stolen key-card to let himself back in. Standing in the entranceway he could hear the shrieks and giggles of the Playa girls carrying straight through the door. Unlike the previous night when they, like their rivals, had gone to bed early, tonight they seemed to be in high spirits. Like they didn't think anything could possibly derail their inevitable march to victory.
But though their squeals beckoned to him from just on the other side of the door, Zip did not approach that way. Too obvious.
Instead, he went to the stairs and climbed up all the way to the top.
As he had the previous night he crept across the darkened top floor - only now things were even more quiet, as several of the eliminated teams had already gone home. Arriving at the far staircase he crept back down. He passed the room behind which the San Caj team was silently slumbering. He cringed as he passed the floor in between, in which Red Hills, not having left but thoroughly eliminated, seemed to be in the midst of some raucous partying of their own. He crept all the way down until he finally arrived back down at the ground floor.
Cracking the door open, he peeked down the long dark Playa Dorada hallway. Then immediately shut it, as he saw a flurry of motion. He didn't want to be seen going in.
He waited a moment, until the noise died down. Then, he cracked the door open again. The hallway was empty at the moment, though several doors were open. He could hear giggles echoing towards him from deep within. Towards the end he noted that the Playa coach, apparently lacking the energy to stay up with her girls and confident of victory, seemed to have turned in. Or perhaps she had stepped out. Her door was closed and dark, regardless.
Finally, choosing his moment, Zip emerged and started walking slowly down the hallway. As he did so, he got a particular series of images up and on his phone. Holding the phone down in front of his chest, he directed his gaze down into it and walked slowly, his face focused down into the glowing screen - in the mesmerized and half-blind manner familiar to any more hurried walker who has ever been stuck behind such a person in a narrow or crowded hallway.
He got about halfway down the hall before it happened. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw the fuzzy outline of a fit but curvy torso in a T-shirt and a pale teal panty came darting out of a doorway - and suddenly skid to a halt. He heard a soft gasp. Face buried in his phone, Zip pretended not to see... and took another slow step forward.
There were some hisses, and he saw the flailing of a beckoning arm in the blurry edge of his vision. Soon, a forest of sleek legs and pastel panties sprouted up all around him. But he kept on slowly walking, until he was completely surrounded amongst them.
Suddenly, Zip heard the sound of a throat being cleared. "Ex-CUSE me!" a sharp, high-pitched voice snapped.
With a yelp, Zip suddenly jerked his gaze up as if startled. He found Heidi Klein standing right in front of him.
He stared at her for a second, as if utterly dumbfounded. Then his eyes jerked around. The entire rest of her team stood in a ring around him - tight enough to ensure he could not escape them.
Even in this brief and frenzied sweep of his eyes across them, Zip could not help but notice one thing. Apparently being fond of uniform appearances both on and off the competition floor, or perhaps as an expression of nocturnal esprit de corps, the Playa girls were all clad in matching and identical, team-branded tank tops and panties.
Being an inveterate pervert, Zip let his eyes linger upon their bodies, and said bodies' meager attire, in awe. Being the sort of girls who often went about in yoga pants or tiny shorts when not in uniform, they had gone with a thong back for their team-branded panty. From tiny strings over their hips these swooped down to a low scoop front well below the belly button - leaving just enough room for a stylized 'Playa Dorada Gymnastics' to be printed in gold upon the lavender fabric. Meanwhile the agitated girls were wiggling just around enough for him to see that, in back, each thong formed a little whale's tail before diving down between its owner's taut round buns.
Up top, meanwhile, their tank tops, while larger, didn't come across as any less scanty. Each was short enough to leave a large expanse of flat belly exposed, and tapered to just a single spaghetti strap over each shoulder. The same logo was printed across their busts - which, while small, were noticeably perky through their thin shirts.
Zip gaped first one way and then the other - taking in the marvelous sights around him. But, given his predicament, he could not gawk for long. Seconds later he snapped his gaze back to the front and once more took in Heidi.
The Playa Dorada team captain stood right in front of him, glaring. And, in an instant, an instant, he was struck by several things about her. She wore the exact same skimpy outfit as all the others - but they looked exceptionally good on her. For her sleek toned frame she had a remarkable pair of breasts that, though not perhaps huge in absolute terms, looked particularly prominent upon her slender figure.
But he was also struck by how similar she looked to Summer - save for the fact that she had a serious case of Resting Bitch Face. Or Active Bitch Face, for that matter. And, while his eyes had understandably lingered as they made their trip up from his phone across her torso, now that he was actually looking upon it, he found her eyes boring in upon him and a look of pure fury quivering across her features.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here?!" the Playa Team Captain snapped.
"Uh..." Zip said. His head and eyes darted rapidly around a second time, like a cornered animal trying to find an exit. But once more he found only svelte scantily-clad hips - and the rest of the beautiful athletic girls attached to them - every direction he looked. Then, he spun his head back around and gaped up at Heidi.
"Oh, shit!" he said. "I... I think I have the wrong floor!"
Heidi tapped her foot, and stared. "Uh, huh..." she said, looking thoroughly unconvinced.
"I, uh, sorry," Zip said - very openly allowed his eyes to dart from one pair of skimpy panties to another to another, his only affectation being trying to act surprised by the quantity and quality of scantily-clad flesh he was getting to perv on. "I... I need to get back up to my team."
At this, Heidi shook her head decisively.
"Nuh, uh," she said. "You're not going anywhere!"
She nodded to two of her girls, the ones behind him.
"Seize him, and make sure he doesn't run," she told them.
Gulping, a moment later Zip felt the sensation of two lithe strong bodies stepping up to stand right next to him, and two slender but intensely strong female hands suddenly clenching tight to his shoulders. As with all of the gymnasts they were small but very very fit. Had he been a big burly dude maybe he could have bowled over them and burst free. But instead he was Zip, and the moment their slender but vice-like fingers had wrapped around him so he was going absolutely nowhere they didn't want him to.
Having seized hold of their captive, the ring of Playa girls took their turn to look Zip over - in much the same manner Zip imagined a group of medieval noblewomen might have examined a lowly peasant they had found half-buried in their shitter.
"He was that dweeb that was hanging out with San Caj," the girl gripping his left shoulder said.
"Yeah," Heidi said. "Probably trying to spy on us... or worse."
A girl on his right glanced down from Zip's face to his phone. "What do you have on there?" she asked. "Are you taking naughty pictures of us?"
Darting her hand out, she tried to snatch the phone away from him. Zip gasped, and pretended to try to stop her. But she was too strong and too quick for him - genuinely, not that it mattered to the outcome - and was able to yank it away from him effortlessly.
Lifting the phone up, the blonde looked at it with a smug smile as if confidently expecting to find creepshots of her own and her comrades' asses on it. Which, admittedly, was a good guess, and was what she almost certainly would have found under almost any other circumstances. What she did find, however, made her jaw drop wide open.
"Oh... oh my fucking GOD!" she said. Unable to keep it to herself, she spun Zip's stolen phone around, and showed all the rest of Playa's girls.
What was on Zip's phone was a perfectly well-lit shot of Summer Skye kissing his own cock... with several lip-prints arrayed above and below her on his immense shaft making clear that the contact between her lips and his meat was not an isolated incident.
"Oh my GOD!" the other girls gasped, staring at the lurid image on his phone. But then, as the general shock of being exposed to unexpected pornography started to fade, gradually some specific details started to sink in.
"H-holy shit!" one girl gasped, pointing at the girl on Zip's phone. "Th-that's Summer! Th-the San Caj team captain!"
"Sh-she's kissing his fucking cock!" another gasped, staring in disbelief.
"Oh, my God... " another moaned, pointing. "His... his penis is HUGE!"
Through all of this Heidi stared softly, but said nothing. Although her breath did come in a couple of deep pants, as she observed what was on Zip's phone. Then she turned her gorgeous face away and back down to him.
