Tentical Locker Novels & Stories

The on-call room door shut behind us with a soft snick that sounded louder than it should in the empty corridor. John flicked the lock, then turned to me, the dim red exit light catching the sharp line of his jaw. He didn’t say anything at first. He just reached into the locker beside the bunk and pulled out a small black bag. The zipper rasped open, and my breath caught. Inside lay things I’d only ever seen in private browser tabs: a sleek silicone vibrator, curved just right; a set of steel cuffs lined with soft leather; a bottle of lube that gleamed under the low light; a thin, flexible crop.

Locker 73 happens to be upstairs and beside the lecture hall, and when we get there I tell Jana, "The code is 5676." She attempts and swings open the locker. "Go on, look. I'll keep watch." His locker is a mess, but there isn't much in it. Food wrappers, two textbooks, a dirty jersey, a few stray pencils, a nub of an eraser, an empty can of soda, an empty blue water bottle, a notebook, and a pair of white converse shoes at the bottom. I look through it twice. "It's not in here," I say, my voice clear with disappointment. "I don't understand."

I grab the black silk pajamas from the drawers dedicated strictly for pajamas. That's when I find that drawer full of questionable clothes. It's lingerie but... there are some sets in here that are extremely seductive. I quickly grab a set that's the least flashy and run off to find the bathroom. Once I find the bathroom, I'm taken back again. The luxury never stops but then again, I am in a penthouse in the most expensive district of New York City. I smell lavender because that was the only scented hair and body product provided. Probably by Alejandro's request...

Nicholas asked them in utter concern while his heart was thumping against his chest wildly like a hammer. "They said doll face is ready to give birth now." Tyler informed Nicholas and if he thought he was nervous till now then he was panicking after Tyler's statement.

Each of them came with a secure terminal and a nice-looking chair, which a few thought was rather nice. Off to the side were a row of lockers, which were made with solid titanium, and were secured by genetic locks. Though they seemed secure, they were rather standard, and were the Helios equivalent of gym lockers. One of the walls had a large display, which was flanked by a number of smaller ones. Miko quickly went over to configure them while the others picked their desk and sat on their chairs. Eva configured one of the lockers and swung it open. She had half-expected it to have something in it, like leftover ammo, a moldy fruit, or a pair of old socks.

The heavy bolts slid back with a thunderous clack. Inside, the room was bathed in a haunting, pale blue light. Rows of metal lockers lined the walls, most of them forced open and stripped of their contents. But at the far end of the hall, near the humming server rack, stood three lockers that remained untouched. Alexander moved toward the server, his gun raised. "Elena, get back. Something’s wrong. The power draw here is too high for a dead facility." But Elena wasn't looking at the server. She was walking toward the third locker. It was smaller than the others, made of a dull, non-reflective titanium.

She pulled off the ribbon and opened the small white box, revealing a set of tattoo style chokers in a variety of colors. "Oh! I love these, I used to have some." "But that's not the whole gift. Here." The smaller package revealed a tiny silver padlock, the body a little bigger than a dime, shaped like a heart. . "See, the way it works is the chokers can be fastened with the padlock, like a collar, but it doesn't look like one, and your hair will hide the lock if you want it to. What do you think?" I looked up at Aly's eyes, which were shining with awe, her mouth open slightly. "Put one on me?"

I looked at the screen and I prayed to every version of my father I had ever known, the one who made pancakes on Sundays, the one who whispered riddles in the dark, the one who apparently played two of the most dangerous families in the city against each other and somehow thought love was enough of a shield to leave behind. The machine hissed. A series of deep clicks moved through the wall. The light turned green. But the locker didn't open. Instead the floor began to vibrate beneath our feet, a low, resonant rumble that climbed up through my legs and into my chest. The wall behind the pedestal was moving, the stone splitting cleanly down the centre, swinging wide to reveal a dark space that

I was a mess, my pussy already weeping into my lace thong, the heavy ache in my core becoming more unbearable with every brush of his skin against mine. Tyler saw it. He always was quick to study. He walked to the front door, flipped the sign to CLOSED, and turned the deadbolt with a final, echoing thud. "I'm going to teach you how these toys work," he said, pulling a small, egg-shaped vibrator from his pocket. It was silver and looked innocent enough. "Everything in here is a tool. But a tool is only as good as the person wielding it." He grabbed my waist and hoisted me onto a sturdy display table, knocking over a display of lubricants. My skirt hiked up to my waist, exposing my trembling t

Behind the door, three cold walls were full of metal lockers. Dr. Garner operated the computer and called out locker No. 7. Then, on the parallel tracks, locker No. 7 glided in front of Dr. Garner.