go to the front desk.

There was no other choice. She would have to be brave and walk to the desk and ask them for help.

Taking a look out of the door she notices that the room was nearly empty, with the basketball team in the steam room.

She rushed to the desk covering with her hands.

Of course it had to be the cute boy on the desk today. She for month had a thing for one of the 4 employees of the gym, tall , muscular , with a nice tan , he might not be a geniouw or very rich but seeing him made her heart beat faster.

The skimpy outfits she wore at the gym were more than in part chosen to get his attention but he seemed until then very professional, never ogling at customers.

"Excuse me, Greg. I locked myself out of my locker and lost my key." She began. Now stuck in front of the counter she used the hand that was on her pussy to cover her ass.

"Oh and why are you naked?" He asked.

"I was coming back from the men's steamroom and lost my towel." She replied blushing.

"Where is you swimsuit then ? Wait what were you doing naked in the men's steamroom ? Is it a prank ? Did Carla set you up to this?" He replied.

Swimsuit? Wait? She was supposed to wear something in the steam room? The nice portly girl that showed it to her the first time told her she had to be naked in there.

She did that for months, she even removed her towel when alone in the girls one.

"I was told you had to wear only a towel by another member!" She replied

"And why were you in the mens steam room ? Are you a prostitute ? I don't like this story. If you don't leave now, I will call the police." He told her getting his phone.

"No you don't understand there was a note saying to use it and that the girls one was broken. I'm a reporter not a prostitute." She begged.