Stare blankly.

Tom just stood there in stunned silence. Ironically, it was Whitney who was blushing harder!

The shortstack stood, the cat in her arms. "Uh, s-sorry! I-I was chasing after Sweatsocks a-and he ran across the school and I finally caught him in here but I was so caught up in the chase that I didn't realize this was the men's locker room and I didn't realize until you came out but then I saw your p-penis and I've never seen one before and it's really huge and-"

He briefly glanced down at the black-and-white tuxedo cat held against the girl's soft bosom. "The cat's name is sweatso-WAIT, NOT THE POINT!"

"Eep!" Whitney turned and ran, but as she did, Tom caught a look at what was in Sweatso-, uh, the cat's mouth.

A key.

Tom tended to bring a personal towel with him to the shower, and since it had cost a lot to monogram, he didn't want it stolen. So he kept it in his locker with his clothes and hid the key under one of the benches. The cat must have seen it and thought it looked shiny! Did Whitney really not realize she'd run off with the key to Tom's only cover?

...of course, the idea of having his clothes locked away, with no access to them, caused Tom's cock to throb. It was already beating in front of him like a heartbeat! He could rub one out, but... As much as this was a fantasy, he really needed that key, or he'd be stuck wet and naked in the locker room until someone who could help him came or Whitney realized what Sweatsocks had!

Great, he was already calling the cat that in his head.