Locker Room Novels & Stories

“I believe we didn’t give our trainees any instructions regarding loitering with stupid games. Your mind must focus fully here when you enter these premises, such games jam the thinking ability of men. If you crave little breaks, then go ahead and blow some steam in the playroom. We have basketball, volleyball, wrestling, boxing, and shooting spaces. Not only are they conducive but a better source of staying salubrious.” Lorenzo said with a straight face while the agent took it silently with a lowered head. His cheeks were heated in the shade of cherry and his ears turned pink in embarrassment. “Yes sir, I will keep that in mind, sir.” He delivered with a confident voice and the elevator pau

It became a pattern. Dangerous. Addictive. Impossible to quit. Win the game. Celebrate with the team. Wait until the parking lot cleared out. Then disappear. The showers turned into their spot. Not the main locker-room ones with the bright lights and echoing voices. The smaller one tucked in the back corner—three showerheads, chipped blue tiles, a door that locked if you jiggled the handle just right. Steam hung thick in the air even when no one was running water. The fluorescent bulb overhead flickered once every few minutes like it was tired of staying on. It was quiet. Private. Hidden from the rest of the world.

Then he disappeared behind a folding door and didn’t come back. And I’m still here, waiting for him, listening to the beat of music not too far away. I scan every corner of the room with my eyes, studying the space. It looks like a very rudimentary locker room, with metal lockers and benches. There’s a punching bag hanging from the ceiling and a deactivated water fountain beside it. The cement floor is filthy and splattered with blood. It’s unsanitary.

Buying a most successful company of new York definitely made me popular here more than I was in Australia. When I quietly made my way inside I caught few men changing in the room and obviously I had to clench my jaw from breaking their faces if I found that they have been keeping stealing any glances at my wife. There is bench in between and lockers each side of it with good enough space for four people to walk together. The right side is for men and left for women. They also have separate washrooms in their sides which was easy for the racers to change with privacy and shower if needed.

interrupted the tall man who looked familiar to Maureen as he pushed the bald man away and pointed to another door in the room. A men-only locker room, it seemed, as the masculine scent wafted through. Maureen had to cover her nose because the mixture of odors could also provoke nausea. Surrounding the room were lockers and long benches. There also seemed to be a bathroom, and the sound of the shower could be heard over the various noises. "Your friend from this morning, right, Ben?" Maureen openly pointed at the man who seemed to smile very easily at anyone, as evidenced by his greeting to everyone who passed by.

Silence filled the room. I looked at Jace. His expression had changed completely. If it was there before Carter came, he said slowly, then someone could have been watching me for weeks. Maybe longer. I didn’t say it. I didn’t have to. We both understood what that meant. Someone could have been listening to Jace’s private conversations. Someone could have watched him sleep. Someone could have followed everything happening inside that room. Coach Daniels rubbed his forehead. This is beyond a prank now. He looked at both of us. Neither of you is staying here tonight. I can stay with— No, Coach interrupted. You’re both moving to temporary rooms in the athletic guest building. Jace nodded. Coach

Chapter 12: The Aftermath She knew they needed to talk about it. And as her leg bounced with nerves, she found herself unable to leave her room. Anxious and full of trepidation as she stared ahead of her at her innocent bedroom door. It was the bedroom door she had shared with Randy for so long, that the events from last night almost made her sick to her stomach. Jackson's breath on her ear, the way he had tangled his fingers in her locks. It was like a tender secret.

She roamed through her closet for some fresh pair of clothing and headed for the bathroom. “You’re not going to shower with me in the room, are you?” He asked leaning on his elbow. “For a second I was beginning to like the remorseful Grey, Normal Grey is just a plain annoying.” She groaned.

There is also a recreational room for aspiring artists. Each department was designed for the convenience of the students. The University is so big that students use transport vehicles to get from one building to another. The best part of the university aside from the canteen was the locker rooms. The girl's locker room is like a sanctuary for women. It is where they can be pampered and dolled up as it is complete with a spa, sauna, steam, and saloon. It has a massage room where they can relax and a huge dressing room where they can feel good about themselves.

Almost fifteen minutes, until we came to a stop in front of a big wooden double door. The man opened it, giving way to a large gym. All sorts of exercise mechanisms were, spread around the spacious room: barbels and dumbbells of all kinds and three boxing arenas at the corner. I was dumbstruck. What kind of hell was it? I waited for the cameras to appear and appease me that everything was just a cruel joke. Though nothing popped out and as expected, it was a sad reality. I was shoved forcefully inside the room, almost tripping in the process as the door closed behind me.