Her time as shower slut is over!

Miraculously, Jenn's shirt, panties, and towel were all hanging from the top of the curtain, just like she had put them earlier! She then turned to the guy, and saw that it was the guy who had talked about them earlier.

"Did you... did you take them on purpose...?" she asked him meekly.

"I did not," he clarified, "but looking at you I probably should have. In fact," he looked toward them and starting going toward them, "now that you mention it..."

"Catamaran!" Jenn shot up and shouted in panic. She did not want to have to deal with that yet again.

"Very well," the man smirked and got up, going about his merry way.

"Sorry, boys," Jenn took this opportunity to get out of her role as the gym attraction, "looks like my time is over now."

The men lightly groaned but dispersed as usual. Jenn was super self-conscious about the cum in her hair, and oozing out of her three orifices. Great, now she needed an actual shower! And now, after all those strangers had their way with her, she had to take an emergency trip to the clinic to make sure she was still clean and wasn't about to carry a half-sibling for Samantha. Looking down, she noticed the bruises starting to form all around her body from the last man... now that would be awkward to explain to the doctor...

Looking around, Jenn noticed that there wasn't any soap or shampoo to wash the cum off her. Even if she still had her purse and bag, she knew she wouldn't have packed them in, anyway. Peeking out of the corner of the shower stall (holding onto it for dear life) and looking around the bathroom, she didn't see anything there either... except for the soap dispensers by the sink...