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Spare clothes went into the bag. Though not wanting to be a total asshole he decided to leave her car keys and phone in her locker…Just out of reach, and easily visible through the locker-stamped holes. After being SO generous he quickly closed the locker and clamped the lock shut. Before throwing her locker key in his bag and leaving unnoticed with a sadistic smile. Certain things on the main floor things were sure to get interesting soon!

Soon enough Isabel was having ANOTHER incident. Her pink top was caught in a weights machine she was using tearing it severely in the front. The once unsupportive but respectable tank top was now a risqué crop top. With material that only just came down far enough to cover her stiff nipples! Grabbing both unsupported breasts she blushed deeply and made her way once again to the locker room. Figuring this was a sign she was finished for the day…

With deep breaths, she stumbled inside the room towards her locker. Reaching into her pocket she found… no key? Reaching for the other pocket she found it too was empty… and then she began to panic. Isabel tore the room apart searching the floors on hand and knee. Looking anywhere she thought it could possibly be. However, this increasingly frantic search produced nothing but anguish. Glancing inside her locker she could see her car keys and her phone but not really anything else….

This observation was interrupted by a woman coming into the locker room and staring at Isabella. Realizing the position she was in Isabel quickly got up. She used her shirt to cover as best she could. She stuttered a nervous greeting to the stranger who, after looking her up and down, went about her business. Isabel, left with few options, figured she might be able to get some discreet help from this woman though she wasn’t sure….