Jenn and Claire hide in the Sauna

Jenn and Claire crept down the corridor toward the pool and sauna area, every step accompanied by the muffled squeak of gym shoes against the tile. Jenn’s bra and thong outfit clung uncomfortably, and she kept tugging at the straps in a vain attempt to look “normal.” Claire was in her yoga pants and bra, trying to move as naturally as possible despite the precariousness of her wardrobe.

“Okay,” Claire whispered, glancing around, “if we get spotted in this state, it’s over. Total humiliation. Viral video waiting to happen.”

Jenn groaned. “I know. I can feel it already.”

The pool area was surprisingly quiet, but through the glass, they could see the swimming class about to start. Children, parents, instructors… a perfect storm of witnesses if they were seen.

“We cannot get out that way,” Claire said, pointing to the pool. “Too many people. Way too many eyes.”

Jenn’s eyes darted around desperately. “Then… what do we do? Where do we go?”

Claire’s gaze landed on the sauna door, slightly ajar. “There. That’s our only option. If we hide in there, no one can see us. We can wait until the pool clears… then make a run for it.”

Jenn hesitated. “The sauna? Hot, sweaty… we’ll be visible the moment anyone opens the door.”

Claire shook her head. “Better than being in full view of the swimmers. Trust me. We get in, close the door, and wait.”

With a shared nod, they slipped inside. The sauna was dimly lit and surprisingly empty. Jenn pressed herself against the wooden bench, pulling her bra straps taut and keeping her towel wrapped loosely around her shoulders. Claire perched at the other end, yoga pants and bra blending somewhat into the dark wood.

“Okay,” Claire muttered, “we just sit. Quietly. Pray no one comes in.”