Not your typical ... (Andrea Stone Ch.1)

-- Warmups --

The local gym was surprisingly well maintained. Cool air and not very smelly. It was Andrea's favorite place to exercise. She came here regularly for low intensity training to stay healthy and slender. Looking stunningly attractive while naked would be a welcome perk too now that you mention it. She brushed back her jet black hair from her face, and let out a sigh of contentment now that her routine was done for the day.

Her workout attire was modest. A simple set of sweats was all she needed. She had no intention on showing off here. Least of all get gawked at by sweaty gym dudes and their equally sweaty gym bros.

Andrea stretched, letting her arms up and lean back with satisfying vigor. But now was the awkward part. It was about Andrea's shower back home. There was a plumbing issue that wouldn't be fixed until tomorrow. Ordinarily after coming here she preferred to walk home, before taking a more private shower there. But now she had **** but to use the gym's. Andrea went through the 5 stages of grief upon seeing the locker room door. Then proceeded to head inside.

She did what she usually did in public showers. Making sure she'd be left the hell alone. A quick scan of the lockers, as well as the shower stalls, proved to be secluded enough for her liking. Now the fun part, removing her clothing. It was night and day peeling off a full set of sweats and letting every inch out into the open. Like a much quicker and sexier version of a reptile shedding it's uncomfortable dead skin. But Andrea's skin was not dead, nor was it scaley for that matter. It was smooth, velvety, and clear.

She ran her hands across her arms and legs just taking in her sudden nudity. Stripping was always exciting if just for a brief moment. But she didn't want to linger. She wanted to take her shower and get out of here.

-- The ever turning tables --

Enter a new girl in town, Victoria “Vicky” Buldern. She was a 22 year old natural red haired cutie, with wavy hair, and eyes brown as Thanksgiving gravy. She had just entered the gym already described earlier. Though she had her own totally different reasons for being here.

The shower in her hotel was broken. Likely the cause of a city wide corruption scandal where the state standard plumbing budget was being embezzled. Regardless this meant Vicky had to, in a paraphrased quote, "Just use one of the M.F'ing gym showers across the street!"

Vicky wasn't going to let this get her down though. She lifted up her duffle bag with the change of clothes, and phone, and something else that won't be needed just yet. Vicky entered the locker room toward the back of the gym and went to the locker with the number given to her at the front desk. Stashing her bag in there first, she then moved onto her outfit. Article after article they were removed and placed in the locker.

After her underwear was removed and a towel securely fasted, she did a quick look around to see if anyone else was currently here. Her bare feet stepping across the tiled floor very softly as she peeked around, only to see something she was in no way expecting.

"...Andrea Stone?!" she whispered to herself in disbelief. This was the same Andrea that bullied her relentlessly in high school. She was positive it was her, she'd never forget that snobby-- then came an idea. A flash of inspiration, emphasis on flash. She crept over to the lockers and it didn't take long to find the locker with Andrea's clothes in it. She must have thought since she was alone she didn't have to close it all the way and save her the time unlocking it. "That idiot..." Vicky chuckled as she took her whole bag out, and stuffed it into her own locker. Eagerly letting it lock shut, and now out of Andrea's reach.

Meanwhile Andrea had finished her shower. She moseyed over to the other room where she left her towel. But was instead met with someone she never realized before how much she didn't want to see. Was this really her? It looked like Vicky... but not the same homely ginger kid she picked on in school.

"Victoria Buldern?!" Andrea's eyes widened, looking her up and down. "Is that seriously you?"

"Hey Andrea," said Vicky with a odd look on her face. "Surprised you even remember me."

"...You look really nice"

Andrea's hand moved to cover her chest while the other gently rested on a spot between her legs. She couldn't ignore how much more naked she felt in this moment. Her skin was still damp and her hair sopping wet. Vicky only stared at her without breaking eye contact. Andrea was trying to hide how uncomfortable she was feeling.

She hadn't been a bully for years. She thought she'd put all that behind her and became a better person. Part of her wanted to reach out to this woman and apologize like a mature adult. Another part of her really didn't want to do so while standing there dripping and bare naked.

"I'm SO sorry for how I acted but can we-"

"Oh shut up!" Vicky cut her off, "I don't care about whatever fake apology you wanna give. I just want you to get what you deserve-"

She moved forward half a step before feeling a yank on her towel. Too late she realized that when she locked away Andrea's clothes, her own towel got stuck between the door and the frame. She tugged it, but it was wasn't budging. This literal snag in her plan wasn't going to stop her though. This was her one chance to get back at her old bully and she wouldn't let it get away.

"I locked your clothes away, HA!" Vicky grunted as she fruitlessly continued to pull her towel free. Andrea just watched, not sure what to say as her former victim was pitifully fighting a losing battle against a metal locker, while trying to preserve her modesty in the process.

"We can talk about this," Andrea said. "I know I was a nasty kid before but it's been years since that. If we could just both get dressed first-"

"YOU won't be," Vicky snapped. She had no desire to do this in a towel either, so she decided to open the locker real quick and grab her own- and that's when the crushing realization hit her. The key, it was inside the bag, in her locker. She absentmindedly put it in her bag when she got it from the front desk. There was no way to open the locker now.

Vicky's face grew redder. How could she have done something so stupid?

"Oh no no no don't tell me," Andrea groaned "Both of our clothes, and our bags, are now stuck in there."

"Yeah well, at least I have a towel!"

"For now you do, and it's stuck in the locker you can't open! How long are you planning to stand there in it?!" Andrea snapped, the anger and humiliation was bringing her back to her early years. "You may look prettier now, but you're still a dumb klutz! How did you think this was going to go?"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Vicky whined in defeat. Both in her **** plan going terribly, and that her towel wasn't going anywhere. Her face turned away as she slumped down to hug her knees, hiding her body. She couldn't believe how quickly this once in a life time chance to get back at her bully went to hell.

"So what are we going to do now?" Andrea demanded, "We're both trapped here completely naked because of you!"

"At least you deserve this!" Vicky snapped back. "And maybe if you hadn't been such a bitch-"

"That was years ago! And who do you think you are? Who see's their old bully after all this time and says, 'I'm gunna steal her clothes and humiliate her' that's ridiculous and immature beyond belief!"

The two girls glared at each other. Andrea standing, still dripping a little, and Vicky crouched down. But neither of them wanted to give an inch. It was impossible to tell who was more embarrassed by all of this. There was only one thing they agreed on.

They couldn't stay stuck here like this forever.