Continuing down the alley

You turn and head off down the alley again, carefully dodging the piles of filth and broken glass scattered across the alley. Your gaze keeps sweeping behind you, watching for signs that Jimmy had brought some friends back, but your trail is clear.

A few minutes later, you hit the end of the alley, and crouch in the shadows there. Your gaze sweeps along the car park. There's some cars here, but it's a rather quiet day for your gym. That's good. Maybe you can get in with only a few people seeing you covered in cum.

Checking one last time for signs of people, you bolt across the car park, your bare soles painfully slapping against the asphalt. That doesn't slow you down, however, as you sprint through the parked cars and streak through the front doors.

The receptionist, Tracy, looks up from her work. "H---," is all she manages to get out as she sees you coming through the door, giving her an eyeful of your flushed skin, and bouncing, cum-covered breasts. "What happened to you? Quick, get down to the locker room."

You take that advice, and quickly scurry down the cool tile of the hallway to the ladies locker room, Tracy hot on your heels. Slipping through the door, you make your way behind the first row of lockers, then sigh in relief, before realizing Tracy is standing there, too.

You mull over Tracy's question. Tracy's a decent enough person, but do you really want to tell her you were banging Mr. Goreman in the park and got your clothes stolen, then got accosted by that creep Jimmy? Is there a better way to lie about this?