Lesbian Locker Room Novels & Stories

“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

They still had to decipher the message behind her sister's letter and Doris, in true BFF fashion, had offered to help. Actually, after ransacking every single place Clarissa had worked in, Julia had found two days ago that the Locker 20 wasn't actually a locker. Locker was a private establishment peculiarly for protecting peoples' valued properties. It was just like a storage house but it was quite a unique storage house. The building... it looked like they had spent billions of dollars on it. The security was tight. There were surveillance cameras and scary muscle-bound men in smartly tailored suits at virtually every angle.

“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

She looked every bit the leader that Jeremy and Jenifer had hoped for, her presence setting the tone for everyone who followed. Inside the newly converted women’s locker room-a former VIP suite now decked out with fresh paint, sturdy benches, and rows of lockers-Alexandra Jordan and Heather Wammack were just starting to get ready. The room hummed with the low thrum of nerves and excitement. Alexandra pulled her jersey over her head, glancing at Heather, who was lacing up her cleats. “You heard from Alicia?” Alexandra asked, her voice low.

and a plus to the club 'cause sometimes, she assists the club's resident doctor, Phillip, in taking care of the club members healthwise. "Women talks, pfft." Bishop said with a sigh, his face having a strong looking of irritation as he leaves the bar. "Misogynistic cock." Money muttered. "Not sure his cock hates pussy. He had four women in Safe Haven last night." Niko clarified. "I heard them screaming his name from inside while I was passing that area." The clubhouse had two playrooms...playroom, I mean halls strictly meant for sexual activities. One was called 'Safe Haven' that belonged to only the top dogs of the club and the other, named Freaky Spot' which belonged to other members of th

Celeste nodded and we all went through the glass doors, further into the spa. Two female staff members met us in the hallway. One was a Caucasian, petite blonde with brown eyes, the other was a curvy Black woman with her hair dyed dark red. They both wore uniforms identical to the receptionist. They wore beige pants with their white shirts and white gym shoes. The curvy redhead showed Lio and Baltasar to the men’s locker room, and the petite blonde showed Celeste and I to the women’s locker room.

Her body is also well-proportioned, a seductress that all men who happened to meet her by chance will stop by and have such dirty thoughts. Bang! A loud bang that came from Angelo locker after it was closed harshly echoed inside the locker room and can be heard faintly outside, the people inside the locker room got startled after the transferee guy did that. They scrunched up their brows and prepared to scold this brat when Angelo was the first one to say, with a sadistic smile and the phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously saying, “You can’t ganged up a little girl like that, cowards” for some unknown reason, the inside of the locker room temperature dropped, but everyone didn’t notice it becaus

She apparently approved which was good and certainly mutual. “Unfortunately, we don’t have personal bathrooms here. There are two communal shower rooms that we split off into male and female. Like I said before, this place isn’t anything special, but at least you don’t have to worry about Luna trying to molest you. Her and Alpha have a very open relationship, and I heard him telling her to bed you.” My body shuddered with that repulsive thought. I knew it. This was something I would have to tell Apollo because he would understand my revulsion.