She's the new shower slut

"Who said something about women's clothes?!" Jenn shouted as loud as she could, for the moment not bothering with Owen's cum oozing out of her and down the shower floor to the drain, mixing with the raining shower water still pouring down from above.

"You had the shirt and towel and panties, right?" a man came up from the crowd and asked her.

"Yes!" Jenn's eyes brightened and she tried to stand up, but her refractory period kept her seated from the time being.

"Well, I think they're at the lost and found now, I can go get them for you when you're done," the man started turning and walking away.

"Wait, what do you mean 'done'?!" Jenn started panicking.

"You know, with whatever glory-holing you've got going on here," another fellow piped up.

Jenn's face fell at the suggestion. She tried explaining herself, but upon further reflection realized that the actual turn of events that got her here would be far more bizarre and inexplicable than what the men thought of her as at that point.

"Whenever you're ready, I'm up next!" a man clad in a towel around his waist chuckled and walked up to her, and a few men walked up behind him to form a line. God, Jenn thought, this was going to be a long day at the men's locker room.