Tentical Locker Novels & Stories

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

And in the locker were items for the bridge-crew should disaster loom. Trevor could picture the items now: life-jackets, rations, but his primary focus was the bright red flare pistol stowed in its equally vivid crimson case. Opposite, Barker’s glowing eyes began to move to his right, as the creature followed the run of the console. Trevor could hear the click-click of claws on the plastic surface, and the dull thud of the huge leather chairs rocking as he passed by. Barker sidled around the console, and Trevor moved away from him, using his feet to push his way towards the gloom, where he knew the storage locker sat, flush with the walls, its steel door reflecting Barker’s hideous stare.

“I’m not suicidal.” That part, I believed. He wasn’t built for this world. No one with sense willingly painted a target on themselves the size of my family. But belief didn’t mean trust. “Give me the locker address,” I said. His breath stuttered. For a second, I thought he might refuse. But then the reality of the room sank in — the reinforced walls, the absence of cameras, the three men who would walk out of here even if he didn’t. He gave it up. A location in the 11th arrondissement. Locker 04-B. Temporary numeric code.

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.

“I will also add that Aperture wolves will be temporarily asking you to mind-l**k with us. As you know, you can only mind-l**k upon invitation with someone outside of your pack. I ask all Apertures on duty tonight to l**k immediately after you shift. Stamp your right paws upon confirmation that you and your partners can communicate. We don’t want you leaving without a way to let us know what’s going on while you’re out there.” He started to lead the group to a forested thicket next to the sanctuary, across the parking lot. “For those of you non-Aperture wolves, we keep extra sets of clothes here for you upon your return.” He pointed to several metal cabinets arranged along the clearing. I wa

“The ranking system keeps everything in order. And just so you know everyone here follows it.” “Of course they do.” I said under my breath and didn’t say anything else as she stopped in front of a locker and tapped her fingers against it. “Locker 246. This one is yours Aria.” I stepped forward hesitantly as I looked at the tall lockers, they were bigger than the ones we had back home. I turned to ask Maya something about keeping snacks in them when I noticed her staring at the locker beside mine. Locker 245. I saw something flicker across her eyes that looked like hesitation and a bit of fear?