Oops!

Lauren put her jacket on a hanger and neatly folded every article of clothing she took off. There was no rush. And she didn't want to wrinkle anything.

When she was down to her bra and panties, she heard one of the cubicles open and someone walking to the lockers. Putting away everything she no longer needed, no doubt. Everyone was expected to provide their own padlock so that the club couldn't be blamed for stolen property. After a bit of fumbling, Lauren could hear the one outside leave. Good, she thought.

As she slowly started removing her underwear, she turned away from the mirror. She refused to acknowledge her real reflection. She was very self-conscious of her body, and she rarely did anything in the nude. Fortunately, she didn't need to. Getting naked was beneath her status as a Mistress.

While she was removing her bra, one of her silicone falsies fell out of the cup. She tried to grab it but was too slow. As it fell to the floor it bounced out through the gap under the door.

"Oh, crap!" she exclaimed.

She crouched down to peek out under the gap, and saw it laying on the floor. If it had been a roll of tissues it wouldn't have been so bad, but that was a custom made silicone breast. There was no denying its purpose. She tried to reach out under the door, but the falsie was just out of reach. She had to get it back. Not only was it essential for her outfit, she just couldn't let anyone see it. Let alone, associate it with her. She would die of embarrassment if someone found it outside her cubicle. She had to retrieve it ASAP. There was no time to redress.

She slowly opened the door and peeked out. There was nobody in sight. Everyone was at the show, no doubt. She could just quickly step out, get it and escape back to her cubicle before anyone could see her. It was only a few feet away. It shouldn't have taken more than a second. She groaned as she tried to come up with a better idea, but she couldn't. She took a deep breath and opened the door all the way.

"Here goes nothing." she thought.

She stepped out into the public dressing area. In just a flimsey pair of red satin panties. Dead silence. Something, she was glad for. She bent down and picked up the "runaway" falsie. As she was standing there, she heard and huge ovation coming from the auditorium. Was something over? Then people would be coming there soon. She was glad she would be perfectly dressed by then. As she hastily turned to get back into her cubicle, she clumsily grabbed the door too firmly... and it slammed with a click.

Ironically, the sound of the lock didn't signal total safety this time. Quite the opposite. Lauren's eyes widened as her brain processed her situation.

No!

She tried to pull the door open, without any luck.

No!

She clawed at the door desperately trying to get it open.

NOOOO!

Lauren had managed to lock herself out of her cubicle in nothing but her panties. And with all her stuff locked inside. Well, everything except the one falsie she was so desperately clutching.

Panic struck her. She could feel her hands trembling at the throught of what this meant.

She layed down of the floor in an attempt to try and grab some clothing through the gap. The cold tiles were freezing her little nipples as she lay there struggling. But it was futile. She couldn't reach her bag, nor the hanger, nor her purse with the keys. And the gap was not enough to climb back in. Then she heard voices coming from outside.

She dropped her one falsie in through the gap and scampered to her feet. She couldn't let anyone see her like that. She had to find some clothing. She ran around the room frantically trying to come across something -- anything -- to cover herself with. She checked all the lockers in hopes of finding an open one with stuff inside.

Empty! Locked! Empty! Locked! Locked!

Darn it. This seemed like a futile effort. The voices were getting closer and closer. At least two women were coming her way.

Then she noticed a small bag in one of the open lockers. She hoped she could find something in there. She picked up the bag but could see the door slowly open.

"I don't know about that." said one of the women, "I sure hope it ends with a bang."

She skittered into a corner behind the lockers before two women entered. This little corner had two sinks and mirrors. Seeing her reflection in the mirror only added to her panic. She planned to run into one of the cubicles, but they would have seen here that way. She had to get into whatever was in that bag before someone came her way.

She quietly opened it and was shocked at its content. It was a pair of very skimpy black leather shorts... and a black leather mask with zippers for eyes and mouth...

AND NOTHING ELSE!