A sultry brunette, clad in black stockings and thigh-high boots, finds herself alone in the locker room. She picks up a baseball bat, running her fingers along its length, feeling an unexpected stirring. She sits on the bench, hiking up her skirt to reveal a lacy thong. Her hand slides down, pushing the fabric aside, and she begins to rub her clit, her breath hitching. The bat leans against her shoulder, its smooth surface cool against her cheek. She imagines it inside her, filling her, as she grinds against her hand, her moans echoing in the empty room.