Lesbian Locker Room Novels & Stories

Ha! I just got why the lesbian bar is named the Clam Shell. – Sledge It was Knuckles first night working as a bouncer at the lesbian bar. He stood where the new head bouncer, Sledge, had told him to, and had to admit, it was a good spot to see the majority of the place. The main bar was a large semicircular white granite with multi colored lights flashing against it in rhythm with the music. There were two male and three female bartenders behind the large bar. They all wore leather pants and matching leather vests. The women’s were zipped about halfway while the men’s hung open.

The ride was short and once we arrived at the entrance of the area reserved for running, I parked my bike and led Danielle inside. “Wow, you guys have a whole locker house and privacy to shift? We have none of those in my pack.” Danielle commented when I led her to my locker room where we can both change and shift. I was the one who came with the idea because I wanted everyone to feel comfortable. Of course, everyone is still allowed to do what they want. The common house is mostly used during pack meetings and when we run together during the full moon. “This is your pack now, Danielle.”

There was more than enough room for everything, and although she didn't say it then, Lana felt she would upgrade the membership. "So, is there anything else I can show you? Any questions?" Violet asked, after she had shown Lana everything there was to see. "Well, which of these areas is for women only?" she asked, unsure of the rules. Danny had made sure her old gym had a gender-based separation so she wouldn't be seen by men as she bent over or stretched into positions that could be seen as provocative. "We have separate locker rooms, but all the workout areas are co-ed. Is that a problem for you? We have very low tolerance for any type of sexual harassment if that's what you're worried abo

Once the girls and I are done, the soldiers will be able to use our room, too. The locker room is as big and as nicely appointed as the rest of the place. We move past a wall of metal lockers, most of them empty, but some with combination locks still holding them shut. I wonder what kind of goodies the owners might have left inside, but I’m not tempted to stop and try to find out. The lure of a hot shower is pulling all of us all deeper into the room.

Phoenix giggles and waves at some people who are watching us and whispering to each other before they wave back to her. “We open our bottom floor up to everyone, letting teens and couples stay in the rooms. We want to give everyone their own safe space until they get their feet under them. To the right of the stairs is the women’s locker room with full bathroom amenities including showers and tubs to soak in, and to the left is the men’s locker room. Behind the stairs is a large gym that has weights, cardio machines, and an open studio to train and burn off energy during bad weather,” Ares explains, as I look around to each part of the house he mentions.

' she asked in her mind. Not getting any satisfying response from her, Isha turned around and walked away, "We need to hurry before we're left with leftovers to devour. " Elora jogged to meet up with her, and she took her to the bathing arena, a dull, wide bathing ground with no room or privacy or roof. She saw a few taking their bath, some swaying their butt while they splashed each other water, and some shifting to wolves and getting their furs wet. " This is where you'll be having your bath," Isha said, " and here is your locker to keep your personal stuff," she said, pointing at a locker in the midst of other lockers.

Female slaves were well used at the club. There was a wash basin and a stack of towels in the locker room. Master soaked a towel in some warm water and tenderly wiped Lisa's face and groin of the huge mess, cleaning her as well as he could. We had nothing to wear, we were naked slaves. Master turned in his receipt and received his phone back.

Enough of them that it was what everybody expected. We finally reached a locker room. Derek led the way inside. One guard came in and checked every nook and cranny for stalkers, then went back out to join his partner guarding the door. I looked around. It was the locker room for the LA Lakers – their purple and yellow colors were everywhere, and I saw some famous last names on the tiny placards adorning the burnished wood lockers. There was a pleasant, minty tang to the air, like sports liniment.

"Don't worry, Luna LeRoux. You'll be safe here with us. Only Rental Luna girls are allowed inside the building." And yet Alexis was here this afternoon. And that girl from the locker room wasn't exactly friendly. I do my best to appear confident with my head high and my walk steady. If I were a real luna, I'd have a wolf to watch my back and keep me safe--I wouldn't need anyone else. "Good Luck," she pats my arm in farewell. Opening the door, I find myself face to face with a shrewish woman with silver hair and dagger-sharp teeth.

His eyes scanned me from head to toe, like he was deep in thought. “Follow me, please,” said the woman. She adjusted her glasses and dusted off her long white skirt before leading the way. Rosana handed me a black jumpsuit and showed me where I could change. The women’s locker room was about the size of my bedroom. There were around sixteen individual lockers, and she gave me the combination for one of them—it would be mine. I put my things inside and followed her to the training area. It looked like the class had already started. More than a hundred young people were running laps around the field.