Clothes Stolen

“Fricking Janitor, getting dirt all over me! Fricking Dr Cox, stressing me out! Fricking frickity frick!” All eyes were on Elliot as she stormed down the hallways of Sacred Heart, covered in dirt and ‘swearing’ as she went. This was absolutely the last thing she needed today, her face red as she struggled to hold back tears from both the embarrassment and the stress, not even stopping as she made her way past the nurses station,

“Hey Elliot! You get the dry cleaning?”

“Frick off JD!”

“Ok then…” The moose haired doctor smiled as he looked down at his clipboard. The Janitor was getting predictable.

Elliot continued towards the showers, her face red and her hands fidgeting from both anger and stress. She needed to calm down. She was at work and she was probably freaking out patients with her vocabulary and intimidating march through the hallways. Before long, the blonde found herself at the changing rooms, stepping inside. She was alone, and as such, didn’t hesitate in stripping off her scrubs. Her underclothes would probably be fine, and she could get new scrubs from the machine once she has cleaned the dirt from herself.

Pulling her top over her head, along with the long-sleeved undershirt she was wearing, Elliot wasted no time in kicking off her sneakers, stuffing her socks in them for good measure, and untying the waistband of her scrub bottoms. She rarely ever showered or changed in work, thanks to the co-ed shower and changing rooms, but she would have to put up with it today, since she had little other choice.

Standing in her underwear, the blonde shivered due to the cold locker room. She knew Kelso was cheap, but would it kill him to run the heating once in a while? There were elderly people in the hospital for crying out loud. Groaning and feeling her face heating up from embarrassment, Elliot decided to get herself clean as quick as possible so she could put all of this behind her. She reached behind her, unhooking her purple bra, and letting it fall to the pile of clothing at her feet, feeling her nipples immediately react to the cold, hardening in a second. Finally, Elliot put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs and off her bare feet, exposing a fuzzy blonde patch between her legs.

Her hands were trembling slightly as the naked blonde reached down to grab her clothed, not bothering to fold them, instead dropping them on one of the benches throughout the changing room. Moving over to the shower, Elliot turned the water on, standing outside for the longest minute of her life as she waited for the water to reach an acceptable temperature. She only hoped that no one would walk in and see her while she was waiting.

Elliot was always conscious of her body. She had eating disorders because of it in her youth, and even now as a relatively well adjusted adult, she was just as body conscious, and would absolutely drop dead of embarrassment if someone were to catch her like this. Deciding that the water was now at an acceptable temperature, the blonde looked over to make sure there were fresh towels available, something she admittedly should have done before stripping off her clothes, and once satisfied that there were, stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain as she did.

The hot water running down her body felt great, and Elliot could immediately feel some of her stress fading away. She almost groaned at the feeling, only stopping herself as she got anxiety around someone hearing her and mistaking her for doing… other things…

Scrubbing the dirt from her arms and face and careful not to get her thankfully unsoiled hair wet, Elliot took just a few minutes to enjoy her shower. This was exactly what she needed, and would have happily stood here for much longer. But she was a doctor, and thus, knew she had a bust afternoon ahead of her. And every second longer she stood here, increased the chances of someone else coming into the locker room, and that would complicate her getting dressed again. And so, after only three and a half minutes (not like she was counting) in the shower, Elliot turned off the water, pulling back the curtain and stepping out, reaching her hand over to grab a towel… that wasn’t there…

“Wait… where’s the towels…” Elliot said to no one but herself as the room was still empty, her eyes going back to where she had left her clothes. Her heart started pounding and her face grew red as she saw the spot empty.

“Where the frick are my clothes?!”

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“Hey boss, we got Dorian’s clothes just like you said!”

“What? Oh yeah, sorry Troy, I meant to tell you, he didn’t fall for it, the plans off.

“Well… then who the hells clothes are these?

“Doesn’t matter. Think Troy! We need another way to mess with Dorian…”

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Elliot spent the next few minutes searching each and every inch of the changing room, not finding her clothes, a towel, or indeed anything she could even remotely use to cover herself. The naked blonde sat down on one of the benches, one of her arms covering her modest breasts, feeling her still hard nipples poking into her forearm, the other nestled between her legs, feeling her blonde curls tickling the palm of her hand. She frozen in panic, her face going pale and her breathing heavy as she came to terms with the situation she found herself in. Only one question remained on her mind:

“What the hell am I going to do now?”