Lesbian Locker Room Novels & Stories

Harper smiled at me like I’d hung the moon. Jamie snapped their fingers in support. Leah fist pumped. Dani whispered, “Slay.” Then Sienna spoke. “I used to think ‘queer’ fit me better,” she said softly. “But now I think lesbian fits too. Like it doesn’t feel scary anymore.” I nudged her. “Because you have amazing taste in girlfriends.” She snorted so loudly someone dropped a pen. The meeting kept going people sharing stories, tiny wins, and stupid moments. Leah talked about her crush on the girl who works at Smoothie King.

“...the girl by the lake...She’s so fucking hot!! Let’s go and check her out!” Voices bump into Leo’s ears like through water. Leo’s roommates are outside the shower. He is sharing a big room with seven other omegas. “What’s the big deal? All there is around this place are girls by the lake, all pretty,” someone replies. Agreeing in his mind, Leo frowns, rubbing his throbbing temples.

Pete warned. “I'm sorry.” He laughed “Like I said, she's welcome. I like her, but are we going to share the same locker room again? I don't mind though.” The rest of them whistled flirtatiously. I see that they want me back because I am a girl, not because of the skill. I could well take advantage of this. “I don't mind using my room. I have no business in the locker room anymore.” “But you did before, right?” Jim continued.

“Probably not a bad idea. I’ve been seeing a lot more activity in there recently when I go to clean at night.” I curse Lonnie under my breath. I didn’t go back and look at other footage of who went in and out of the locker room once I saw Lonnie and the smoothie girl. I guess I should have checked to see how many times they’ve been visiting the women’s locker room, but it’s not like it really matters. I’ll keep an eye on it going forward, and if I see him go in there again, it’s going to be a problem. “Thanks, Albert. I appreciate you checking on it.”

“Unless you want us to.” Heat flushed my face. My mouth opened, but no words came out. I could only nod, breath catching when Dante’s hand brushed my shoulder—too casual to be casual. “Come on.” Leo tilted his head toward the locker room door. “Let’s get out of the hallway.” The door swung open with a heavy creak. Inside, the locker room was a different world: rows of benches, jerseys hanging on hooks, the faint hiss of showers still running. It smelled of sweat, musk, soap, and victory. The kind of place fans never got to see.

The world was always cruel and wicked and right now they were free to believe and listen to everything that they wanted. “Lesbian,” the first voice shouted and the door to the washroom I was in got banged. I removed my swimming costume and went ahead to dry my body with the towel as more voices began shouting. “Lesbian, Lesbian, Fatrez the lesbian,” the voces came by as they thumped my bathroom door.

"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.

The woman being fucked had her head bound. To my right, two women in matching black catsuits were kissing deeply and with hands buried between the other’s thighs, I couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t a bar. This wasn’t even a swingers’ club. This was something else entirely. A private lesbian BDSM club. Velvet Thorn. The name suddenly made horrible, perfect sense. I stumbled backward“I...I think there’s been a mistake...” Strong hands caught me by the waist before I could stumble and fall. The grip was rough and it sent sparks all across my body.

“We have four current pools and one lap pool, not Olympic size but we have two lanes. No diving in any of the pools, they are only four feet deep. Current pools can be set to different strengths and have a thirty minute timer. Locker rooms are over here.” Pinky led the way into the women’s locker room. “Both have five shower stalls, we do not provide anything for your shower other than the stall and water. Everything else, you need to bring. We ask that what you bring in, you take out, please don’t leave anything long term.” There were three rows of full length wooden lockers with padded benches between them.

"Aaron Rogers and Jordy Nelson didn't let the blind eye of Division 1-A colleges stop them from their dreams and I assure you, I wouldn't be here if I weren't qualified. I do understand what you're really asking, though. Can a girl play in the pros? You don't need to sugarcoat your questions with me. This girl can." My gaze leaves Jordan and I glance at Larry Modiess. There's a sparkle in his eyes. He knew Jordan could handle this crowd. Her ability to meet them head-on leaves me feeling almost defeated, but she has no idea that a room full of reporters is nothing compared to a locker room full of jocks. Hell. The locker room. The thought of the male domain hadn't occurred to me yet. What th