You spot a locker that's slightly ajar - in there!

Running as fast as your tiny little legs will carry you, you sprint toward a locker you spot that has enough space for you to slip into. With a running jump you manage to leap inside just as Victoria finishes chatting with the door guard. Peering out via the gap you entered from, you watch as a beautiful, athletic girl with skin like mocha coffee slowly walks into the locker room. Her hair is matted in sweat, but you still admire her gorgeous chestnut brown locks as they fall over her shoulders. Her perky boobs looked as good as ever in her sweaty shirt, but most of all her long, luscious legs clad in her classic pink thigh high soccer socks caught your attention. Victoria was a real babe and every foot lover's dream!

She gently sat down on a bench in the centre of the room before reaching down and tugging both of her shoes off. You watched in arousal as she slowly wiggled her sweat-soaked socked toes and began spreading her rancid foot stink throughout the room. Even partially sealed in a locker you could smell them!
"Whew, they really do stink! Maybe Camilla is right... washing them once a week might not be enough." Victoria mused to herself, examining her filthy soles and peering inside her steamy soccer shoes. She suddenly shook her head, however.
"What am I saying? I'm famous for my foot stink! I can't get rid of it like that! And who does Camilla think she is... I bet her shoes don't smell like roses either!"

Panic surged through you as you noticed Victoria scanning the lockers.
"Which one is hers...?" she pondered. You retreated back into the locker to hide yourself from view, but you now heard the squelching footsteps of Victoria checking each locker in turn. Uh oh. Scanning your surroundings in the relative dark, you only found one real hiding place - a pair of extremely well-worn running shoes.