Ditch the package!

"I'll just be leaving the clothes here..." You say, dropping everything but your shorts on the nearest bench, tugging them on as you turn, "If you gentlemen don't mind locking the door behind me."

"Whose clothes are those?" One of them stands, obviously not shy of his as-obvious erection.

"They may belong to a lovely young lady in the gym." You reach for the door, but a hand falls on your shoulder.

"And what is this young lady wearing now?" He's not letting you go.

"Not those?" You offer, turning nervously. Maybe this was a bad choice...

"So why should I let you have any?"