Yup

Sighing, Jenn finally turned the water off in her stall, and grabbed the hand towel with what she considered to be the cleaner of her two hands. Then she used that towel like a koozie to hold her clothes - she sure as hell wasn't taking any chances with them - and streaked to the bathroom sinks as the men all whooped and hooted and hollered at the sight. Blocking them out the best she could, she just squirted as much soap from the dispensers as she could onto her free hand, and ran right back to the nearest empty shower stall.

Jenn quickly draped her items back on the curtain rod and turned the shower on. Oh god, had she been reduced to this?! She just wanted a simple workout at this new gym she had heard from her friends, and then she had been mocked and ridiculed by the gym goers - then stripped completely naked in the showers - then used as a shower sextoy by the men of the gym - and now reduced to washing all the filth off her with borrowed bargain-bin handsoap. She wasn't going back here ever again, that's for sure!

Jenn could only squirt so much soap in the palm of a single hand, and had to start triaging the pink goo. First priority, in her mind, was to get all that gross cum out of her hair, so half of the soap was devoted to washing her raven black locks. Jenn could immediately sense that this was not shampoo - she almost shuddered as she felt the pitiful lather the soap gave, as well as the filmy residue it left on her hair - but it was far better than the alternative. Once Jenn was even a little bit sure that the lubricating concoction of the soap and man juice was fully rinsed out of her hair, she took what was left and focused most of her energy on her smooth pussy, almost trying to douche out what cum was left in it from the locker room gang. She was grateful that she shaved religiously, but felt the fascinating sensations of the thin soap weakly lathering and lubricating her entrance.

No! No time! Jenn moved on to her breasts, trying to rub and massage the soap into them in whatever way was not sensual nor exacerbated her bruises. Whatever was left over went into her rectum, the feeling of splooge coming out all too familiar at this point.

Eventually, Jenn felt clean enough and turned the water off, wringing the water out of her hair as she prepared how to explain herself at the doctor's office. At least now she couldn't lose any more dignity, and it was all uphill from here.