Megan, Zoey’s Coworker

Megan whistled a happy little tune as she exited her car, and began walking towards the front door of the building. She was still wearing the usual post-work attire of a basic orange sports bra, and some lowcut athletic shorts that had seen better days. Her hair was an unkept mess since she hadn’t bothered brushing after her shower, having decided that the effort wasn't worth it since she was just going straight home anyway.

She would normally be home at this point, but she’d forgotten her bag at work, and left it lying around somewhere in the office. The thought of waiting until morning had been tossed out the window when she remembered that she left some notes for her class in her bag, and she needed to study for a test the next morning. So, now she had begrudgingly arrived in hopes that Zoey hadn’t finished wrapping things up.

Megan walked through the door, and heard only the sounds of shoddy air-conditioning, the hum of fluorescent lighting, and the distanced sound of a shower coming from the makeshift women’s changing area in the beach patrol headquarters.

Her head peered around the corner, as Megan walked through the patrol headquarters hallway to the makeshift office at the left end of the building. She had hidden her bag under Zoey's desk as per custom, since she couldn't really be bothered with buying a legitimate lock for her locker. Megan was able to find her bag sitting right where she left it, in the back under Zoey’s desk. She pulled it over her shoulder, and began to walk out without a word. But, sounds crept into Megan’s ear as she walked past.

At first, she thought her ears were deceiving her. As far as she’s noticed, Zoey wouldn’t be caught dead using the shower at work. From Megan’s view, Zoey had even balked about helping clock her out from the office terminal since she was in her underwear. The idea of Zoey willingly using the notoriously wide open shower area in the changing room seemed impossible to Megan, so she wrote it off as Zoey using the shower to clean the tile floor of the changing room. She could tell that someone was actually using the shower, just by the sound of the water slapping against the tile floor. Regardless of who, it was obvious from the sound of splashing water on the floor that it was being legitimately used for an actual shower. Megan couldn’t contain her curiosity, and decided that a look to be sure of her suspicion wouldn’t be harmful at all.

Sure enough, Megan could see Zoey was enjoying a shower, in the midst of a soap rinse. Her back was turned towards the curtained off doorway, and Megan caught a full look at Zoey's bare backside. Megan couldn't stop her eyes from looking, which quickly just became a blatant, blank stare as she just looked Zoey over. Megan lost count of just how long she stood there watching Zoey let the water rinse soap down her back, until she practically jumped ten feet in the air at the sudden turn Zoey took. Zoey's eyes were firmly shut, since soap still seemed to be rinsing down her face.

There were a lot of thoughts that ran through Megan's mind in that moment, as she just ran her eyes up and down Zoey's bare frame. She liked the view more than she wanted to admit. Megan didn't really think that the feelings she felt were sexually motivated, but couldn't deny the various feelings she felt all at once. She definitely happy seeing someone so attractive like this. There was also a fair bit of amusement, because Megan still hadn't grasped the concept of Zoey, the most modest girl in the beach patrol, brazenly showering nude. Nobody except Megan bothered using the shower, and Megan had only been using it at work because she liked messing with Zoey since she was so shy and modest. A slight tinge of jealousy, as she regrettably started to find herself wanting for the physical blessings that seemed to be in no shortage on Zoey's body. A lot of her reason screaming out to back away before her blatant ogling was seen, and Megan even felt some slight guilt over blatantly staring at Zoey like this without her knowing, thinking it might be crossing a boundary even if both of them were girls.

Megan began to back away out of guilt, embarrassment, and fear all at once, but here eyes locked onto a bright red object that had been left carelessly on the changing room's floor, as well as a bundle of clothes left in a half-open locker. A one-piece swimsuit that Megan had a very good inclination who it belonged to. Yet, a sinister part of her deep down said that THIS swimsuit was probably the one she'd misplaced a week ago, which left her with only one official lifeguard bikini to wear to work. The laundry expense of washing the outfit so often was racking up fast, and her two piece outfit had been the back-up this whole time since it didn't fit very well. In the past week she couldn't count on two hands just how many times her bottom came untied, or her breasts had popped into view unintentionally while running to the rescue of some drunken swimmer. As for the clothes, well... Megan didn't really come up with much of an excuse for what she was about to do.

She didn't think twice, because she really didn't want to give herself a second chance to think this over. Her left hand sneakily reached down and grabbed the still damp one-piece swimsuit. Megan sneaked forward, and grabbed the small bundle of sweatpants, and T-shirt with her right hand. Without a word, she backed away towards the opening, and began to sneak away without looking back. She heard the shower's steady stream halting as she walked out the front door.

Megan looked around the parking lot. It was just her car, and Zoey's doorless hand-me-down Jeep in the lot. She tried to keep telling herself that Zoey was the boss's right hand gal, and probably didn't even need to buy swimsuits out of pocket like everyone else. She also tried to tell herself that the sweatpants and T-shirt would be much more loved in the embrace of a clothes donation bin near the island grocery store. Megan smiled along as she hopped back into her car, and began to speed away from the scene of the theft she'd committed.