Someone stops them just in time

"Lesbians! Unhand that poor woman! I know her and she's not into the ladies!" a voice shouted in a dramatic, "heroic" tone.

"DAVID!" Laylah shouted. Indeed, it was David, clad in his crappy white workout shirt and baggy black gym shorts.

"Oh..." the three woman said, backing away slowly. "Sorry."

David quickly fished a towel out of his gym bag and threw it to his naked friend. Laylah wasted no time wrapping it around her body. It was small but thankfully covered all it needed to.

"C'mon." David said, grabbing her hand and dragging her along to the women's locker room. He handed her his gym bag and said, "my street clothes are inside, just change into those."

But then Laylah grabbed his hand and dragged him inside the locker room with her.

"H-hey, Laylah wait, that's the girls locker!" David said, his stupid hero act broken.

"I need you to watch my back, man." Laylah said as she pulled David along past the staring and gasping women in various states of undress between the lockers.

"Watch your back?! For what??" David asked.

"Lesbians..." Laylah said in a fearful tone, looking around warily.

David looked to his left and saw a couple of women standing near them, one in a towel, the other in a purple bra and white panties. They both nodded to him with stoic approval. He looked to his right, a woman, bare ass naked, one of her feet on the changing bench as she dried her leg from a shower, gave him a serious nod and a thumbs up.

David blinked dumbly and turned back to Laylah, she was sliding his grey boxer briefs up her legs and pulling them into place over her hips. He sat slouched on the bench with his hand on his cheek, surrounded by half-naked women, pouting about how stupid this whole situation was.

(author's note: I swear to god I'm not homophobic, it's just that someone saying "Lesbians..." like they were afraid a ghost was going to get them is really, really funny to me.)