Tentical Locker Novels & Stories

“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?

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.

Not because I suddenly think this is a good idea, but because I've run out of energy to fight him. Arguing with Tyler is like arguing with a brick wall—pointless and guaranteed to end with him getting his way. As we weave through aisle after aisle, I catch glimpses of things I immediately wish I hadn't: a neon-pink vibrator shaped like a tongue, a pair of faux-fur-lined handcuffs, and a dildo so absurdly large I instinctively look away. Eventually, Tyler comes to a stop in front of a display devoted entirely to dildos of different sizes, colors, and textures.

"It wants a physical token. Localized key sequence. We can't crack this remotely." Lina stared at the screen. "We have ninety percent of it. This last ten?" Sophia shook her head. "Dead end." Trent pushed through the glass door onto the cracked rubber mat. The place smelled of sweat and rust. The kid at the counter didn't look up from his magazine. Trent slapped a twenty on the laminate. "Day pass." The kid slid a clipboard over. "Sign." Trent scribbled a fake name and headed down the hall. Locker 88. Gray paint peeling.

"Do you think you could...show me around?" His earlier bravado returned. "Absolutely!" Striding up to the clerk's window, he set down his ID (I took a quick peek because I'm nosy, his name was Anthony, and he was 29) and two twenties. "Two lockers and one 1-Day membership for him," He jerked his thumb towards me. "Please." I set my ID down next to his, the clerk sorted us out, handed us some towels, condoms, and some lube packets, and in we went.

He giggled, his semi-erected cock before her very ass before turning to give his ass a little smack, all teasing Lana who was licking and biting her lips. He was in the mini wardrobe within seconds. Lana has noted that whenever he was there, only pleasurable accessories followed him back. Her excitement grew, and she shuffled like a dog wagging its tail, waiting for its owner. Tyler scanned through series and series of toys until his eyes landed on the one he had in mind. Smiling, he brought it out. It was an oval curved pink plastic, that had straps on both sides that made it look like common panties. It was more than that. Accompanying the toy was a black remote that looked so much like a

She calls Kendrick. "Hello, you're still in school right?" "Yeah…." "Good I want you to go to my locker and get me something" "Where are you?" "Girl's locker room, don't make me explain why" "Fine, fine, what's your locker combination?" "1807" "What's that for?" "My birthday" "July 18th, during summer break" "Exactly why my locker is infiltrable, very few people know my birthday" "But I just found out. I'm so breaking into your locker soon, you even have a chocolate bar inside it"

“We were told to ask if you wanted it stored or disposed of.” “Oh, get rid of it,” she replied eager for them to leave so that she could discover the contents of the boxes they hadn’t unpacked. “Kinky Christmas,” she added as she closed and locked the door behind them. “Let’s see what daddy Santa has bought for me.” Lots and lots of sex toys was the answer, she discovered. Vibrators in all shapes, colors, and function, a harness, padded restraints, and other bondage equipment that she was only vaguely familiar with. She began to unpack them from their wrapping and positioning them in the armoire, along with the different types of lube, trying ignore the heated throb of her clit, her mind goi

Locker forty-seven. The locker itself was faded red, although years of neglect had dulled the color. Dust coated the metal surface, and scratches covered nearly every inch of it. The number forty-seven had been painted in yellow. Most of the paint had chipped away, but it remained visible. I slowly reached out and touched the door. It was cold. "It was never a room." I stared at it. "It was a locker." My pulse hammered inside my chest as questions raced through my mind. Who had put something here?

There are six metal lockers against the wall behind the desk. Locker 3. I stop in front of it. No keyhole. Just a small latch and a number plate scratched at the corners. My phone buzzes again. Use the locket. I pull it off my neck with fingers that do not feel mine entirely. The hinge on the back catches the light. There is a tiny hook tucked into the chain, so small I never noticed it before. I stare at it.