Jenn and Claire attempt their escape

Claire took a deep breath, glancing down the hallway. “Okay… we have to move. Slow, quiet… and keep your towel on.”

Jenn nodded, clutching the tiny towel tightly against her hips. “Right… slow and quiet. Like we’re ninjas. Naked ninjas.”

Claire rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, very funny. Just… follow me.”

They crept toward the locker room door, feet shuffling against the tile. Claire’s bra clad breasts bouncing dangerously with every step. Jenn’s hand towel was already threatening to slip, her T-shirt damp and sticking to her chest.

“Keep moving,” Claire whispered, nudging her forward.

Jenn took a cautious step… and her T-shirt, already wet and clinging unevenly, caught on the corner of a locker handle.

“No, no, no!” she hissed, tugging, but it tore with a sharp rip. Her top slid upward, then over her head, leaving her in only her bra and thong, hand towel still clutched weakly in front of her.

Claire froze mid-step, eyes wide. “Oh… wow. Well… you’re committed now.”

Jenn’s cheeks burned hotter than a sauna. “Committed?! I am beyond committed! I’m a cautionary tale walking toward the exit!”

Claire tried not to laugh, but it escaped in a short snicker. “Towel up and move. Just focus on getting out without being seen.”

Jenn nodded, hand shaking as she pressed the tiny towel over her hips, but her bra was still on display, barely containing her DD breasts. “Focus… focus… focus…” she muttered, glancing down the hallway.

They edged forward slowly, shoulders hunched, Claire with her bra on display and Jenn in only her underwear, every step feeling like it amplified their ridiculousness.

A locker door slammed somewhere behind them. They both froze, hearts pounding.

“Move!” Claire hissed. “One more step and we’re… free! Almost.”