Locker Room Gambit

It took you a few tries to work up your confidence, but you were now standing outside the high school, the brick walls looking more imposing than ever before. It may have been summer, but a number of athletic events were still happening at the school, including one last cheerleading season for the college bound girls. You steeled yourself, drawing in a long breath. It was 7 or 8 in the morning, a bit earlier than any of the summertime sports would take place.

You knew your way in and out. One of the coaches always used a tiny rock to keep one of the gym door’s ajar, either out of laziness or forgetfulness. The fact remained that this was your ticket into the school, the dark and empty school. It’d take you a moment to adjust as your crept across the wooden floors. The crack of sunlight slowly faded as the door closed, leaving you in the hazy lighting of exit signs and dusty thick glass panes. Still, you managed to make your way to the other side of the gym, where boys and girls locker rooms were.

It was a bit brighter in the girl’s locker room, thanks to a blocky row of frosted glass panes over the lockers in the back. The hazy white light beamed down on pinkish lockers, serving as an immediate confirmation that you hadn’t picked wrong. You took a moment to take in the smell of cleaning supplies that only faintly covered up the odors of female bodies, deodorants, and perfumes coming from each locker.

You shook yourself out of it, your stomach twisting with excitement as your loins grew heated. You had to hurry, you’d never been in the girl’s locker room, obviously, but you still had to find a hiding spot. It had to be easy enough to find you, but not so obvious that it looked like you were trying to be caught.

Eventually, you settled on a utility closet in the corner. It was a cramped and narrow space where one wrong move could knock over a broom or a bottle of Windex, but that was all the better. It also had a small vent you could see through close to the floor. You ended up crouching down, awkwardly laying across the mop bucket and looking through the metal slits.

After only a few minutes...footsteps approached. Thunking sneakered footsteps. The echo of the gym made it difficult to tell how many were coming, yet your heart was racing all the same as you tried to see who was entering...

-The senior cheerleaders, just as you planned

-The girl’s lacrosse team, tough and scary

-A coach checking for more peeping toms, uh-oh

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