Hide in the laundry basket

You swear, jumping through the air and disappearing into a pile of dirty clothes. You wiggle in, burying yourself like a perverted worm as you wiggle under the clothes, scrunching your body up and pulling clothes on top of you. Buried deep within the clothes, you can only hear muffled, faint noises as the girls enter the locker.

Quickly growing bored, you keep still. The smells of the laundry begin to hit you in waves. Smells of sweat and BO fill your nostrils. The lack of perfume and deodorant is actually strangely refreshing, and you get to lie there, enjoying the raw smell of the feminine body.

You lie there for a few minutes, immersed in the clothes, smelling the strong scents. After a little while, you pause, not able to hear anything else around you. However, that could easily be the muffling effect of the clothes.

You don't want to spend anymore time here than you have to, as the deadline is getting nearer and nearer and you sure as shit don't want to lose at this point. But popping your head out while the women still here is going to make you look like a serious fucking pervert.