Tentical Locker Novels & Stories

“I bet if you flirt a little, he will give you the code to the OR locker room,” Talia suggested. She cut her eyes over to the plastic surgeon, Dr. Stan, who was charting with his head down, completely unaware that they were talking about him a few feet away.

I mutter to no one in particular, then slide off the stool and start for the bank of elevators. The locker room is magnificent, my mouth is hanging open as I stand in the middle of it, turning around as I admire the space. Opulence doesn't even begin to describe it, extravagant is definitely more befitting. Huge lockers line the walls—all of them red—and each one has a number. I look at the smooth key in my hand. Number 23. I scan the lockers, then find the one with that number. The key slips in effortlessly and the lock clicks the moment I turn it.

takes you in. "It's called the Memory Lock," Kael explained. "People come here... they buy a lock, write their names on it, and attach it to the structure." He pointed upward slightly. "Once it's locked in place, it stays there. A memory. A promise. Something you don't want to forget." Morvienne slowly looked at him and whispered, "It's beautiful." He smiled. "Let's go." He led her toward a small section to the side where different locks were displayed neatly on glass shelves. A staff member stood behind the counter, offering small engraving pens and thin metal styluses.

When we reached his tent, he pulled the flap open, stepped inside first, and held it open for me. I stood outside for another heartbeat, nerves and lust warring inside me. Just go in, I told myself. It’s just a tent. You can leave anytime. I stepped in after him. The moment I entered, my eyes widened and my breath caught. The space was dimly lit in deep red and black, fabrics draped across the walls like a dark fantasy. In the center was a large padded bench that looked exactly like the restraint setup from the jail scene. Leather cuffs hung neatly from hooks on one wall. A polished wooden spanker and a riding crop lay on a small table. Wooden clothespins were arranged in neat rows beside a

I said. We reached the ferry side. Los Mar looked like a place where secrets hid in the light. It smelled of beer and fish. Jose sat at the counter, a big man with a scar by his cheek. He brushed us off at first, then watched as Hae-Jae talked money. He shrugged and told us where locker 47 was. We waited. The locker was rusted and dusty. I opened it with the code. Inside was a hard drive in a black case. The little machine hummed like a captured insect.

Her little girl could get a hold of it thinking it was a toy. “I have loads of customers who are parents. They lock their guns up or put them somewhere that a child can’t reach it.” Layla thought about it. Perhaps she could lock one of the pieces in her vanity dresser in the bedroom. One of the drawers had a lock on it. She licked her lips. “Or you can keep them here. We have lockers for people who are members. The locker room has cameras, and the locks we give out are very secure. Someone will need a blow torch to get through our locks,” Lou said.

I took a deep breath and walked right inside the testosterone heaven that was now empty. Okay cool, the coast is clear. Shirley was right. I was worried for nothing. The locker doors were never locked, and I learned from a reliable source that the beastman's locker number is six, so I went straight for the gold. I swung open the door, and Tadaaaa! There lie his magical shorts. I wondered if it was actually magical. I quickly grabbed it. I turned around and prepared to dash out of their full speed, but I rammed straight into what felt like a concrete wall.

Well, let's see how they face tomorrow I head straight to the VENOMS private locker. The cameras aren't working except one but what will be done to me? My face is unseen and I've their keys copied three days before starting school. I open the lockers with ease. Bring out their gloves and I tear it into pieces with a Scissors. Same with their extras and special puck they use for important games. Looking at the mess, I stuff their locker with a string ball made to hit the moment the locker gets opened.

There were lots of stuff. I already have lots of lingerie, however there are more going to add up. I don't know why I being drunk ordered this. Basically, the tiny piece of clothings were very revealing, I would definitely look like a hooker. There were more stuffs like vibrator, dildo, pocket-rocket, eggs and etc. But when I peeped at the other box, I nearly stopped breathing. There were handcuffs, bandages, tapes, ropes, lubes and toycleaner etc. There was a thing which appeared cute, it had a red heart between it. I don't know why I order all this things.

He’d desecrated everything my family built rendering it into an eyesore. Fernando was pulled aside by two workers, voices low, urgent. I stayed back, my eyes roaming, my feet carrying me without conscious thought. That’s when I saw it. A locker. Half-hidden behind a collapsed shelf at the extreme end of the hallway quite smaller than the others. Older. Forgotten. My heart began to pound. I glanced at Fernando who was still distracted and back at the locker. The metal, rusty, the lock hanging loose like it had been waiting. I crouched.