Rushing to her locker, Rachel turned the combination and brought her stuff out, laying it on the bench behind her. She pulled the tight underwear down and off - even with her girl-like hips, her flesh expanded from being free from that elastic prison. She then unclasped the coconut bra and popped it off, her mosquito bites not having the same release of tension.
Fully nude, Rachel turned back around and grabbed her clothes from off the bench. Unfortunately for her, the lifeguard from earlier walked in at that exact moment.
"Hey!" the lifeguard barked at her, "are you trying to steal some woman's clothes?"
"No!" Rachel gasped and held the pile of garments towards her, "these are all mine!"
"Yeah, nice try!" the lifeguard walked over and snatched Rachel's clothing away from her, and picked up her purse from off the bench for good measure, "you said the same thing about that swimsuit. Get your own stuff and stop trying to steal."
"That's all my stuff!" Rachel protested the lifeguard taking all her belongings like that in one fell swoop. She was so flustered by everything that she stomped her foot in protest, confirming the lifeguard's suspicions that she was an underage hoodlum trying to rummage through patrons' stuff.
"Ma'am," the lifeguard told Rachel, "at this point I have suspicion that you are trying to steal from our customers and guests. I'm going to have to ask you to get dressed and leave, or I'm calling the police."
Rachel covered herself with her hands, pondering her next move.
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