Chapter 221: My Girls Can Be Very Creative

There are moments in your life, no matter how many you live when you wish you could have been anywhere but where you were. I was at one of those moments, as I closed my locker and tried to leave the blast radius, but it was too late. The only thing I had time to do was look over my shoulder to watch the man in the cheap white suit open his locker.

*Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop...ROAR*

The scene was devastating, the man knocked clear out of his shoes, which were now filing while very realistic puke and shit. I only got about three-second of viewing time before it hit me like a bag full of rocks. A smell that could knock a dog off a pile of shit wagon hit my nostrils with the force of a five-megaton nuke.

Instantly, my mouth filled with saliva, that moment before all things eating in the last sixteen hours leaves your body with a tidal wave of force. I couldn't stop it from coming, the smell was so bad that I was having trouble staying awake. I was able to pull my way out of the bath out into the hot tub area where the girls were already soaking.

The girls all started to jump out of the water, but then they all got a whiff from the invisible killer. Each of the girls jumped back into them and then put their heads under the water. I found a towel and buried my face in it. Luckily, there was no one else around, but I didn't think the little barking dog at the front desk wasn't going to be too thrilled.

I heard splashes and gasp, so I rolled over, keeping the towel pressed to my face. I saw that the girls now had towels wrapped around their face to black the pervasive smell that was still just as strong as when I had first smelled it. I looked at the girls and all of them looked like they were crying, but I knew it was just that the smell was so bad that it brought tears to your eyes. All seven of us slowly walked towards the men's changing rooms to investigate the results.

I was actually worried that we might have killed him, and then we would have got in trouble, but we were lucky to find him covered head to toe in a brown paste that made me almost puke again. Kierra and Aquina both let out breakfast, so I shooed the girls out and then left the bathroom with them and closed the door. I focused on how convenient it would be to not have the place a complete disaster, and then the smell stopped as it had never been there before.

"Wow, now that was something! Overkill will never do what happened in their justice, the word needs to be more, like You-Took-That-One-To-FarKill!"

"Yes, now seeing the effect may be one less puke bomb, four seems a bit strong since he was knocked off his feet and out of his shoes," Sandra said as she dried herself off, the bikini she wore left nothing up to my imagination.

Which was a good thing since I had used most of my imagination to think up proper words to describe the scene that had just unfolded before me. We all found Mr. Whitesuit laying on the ground, and unconscious, so the girls opened my locker and got out the tape from the bag. Then, we bound and gagged the perp and then tossed him in a corner of the hot tub room.

There was no way I was going to waste all that gold, the son of a bitch was caught and taped up, so there was no reason to leave until we were ready. We also need to find out where the last vibrator, Hop-Hop, was being held, hostage. Still, we could do all of this, from the hot tub.

The seven of us all slid into the water, Sandra, and Aquina both coming to sit on my knees, cuddling into me. I put an arm around each and leaned back, the other girls pushed in closer as well. I closed my eyes and let myself relax, not crazy thoughts or worries, just me, myself, and my girls, plus the dipshit in the corner.

I was pretty confused about the thought, I guess he could be the type to do that. Even his comments before opening the locker left little doubt in my mind that he was the person to be blamed, but without the final piece to the puzzle, we still only had circumstantial evidence. Still, we had caught him in the act of opening the locker the vibrators were supposed to be in, now we just had to wait for the greaser to wake up.

No sooner than my thoughts formed in my head, did I hear the man in the corner start to groan. I opened my eyes and kissed the sisters before getting up from my spot, and then waded over to the side of the hot tub that was closest to the thief. The man was struggling in a panic on the ground until she looked up at me in confusion.

I got out and then removed the tape from his mouth and then got back into the water. I turned back around, expecting that the man would have already been yelling for us to let him go, but he wasn't. Instead, he was just laying there on the ground with a defeated look on his face, it almost made me feel sorry for him, but then I remembered why we were here.

"So, are you going to tell us where the last one is? Or do I need the girls to throw you back in the bathroom? I think we still have some of the fart bombs left, and then we can see if you want to talk, and from there if you're difficult, who knows? My girls can be very creative if you haven't already noticed."