Tentical Locker Novels & Stories

“There are tricks.” “What tricks?” She counted on her fingers. “Thread locking.” “Magnetic locks.” “Or delayed locks.” I blinked. “Thread locking?” “Yes.” She grabbed a loose thread from the blanket. Then she pointed toward the door. “If someone ties a thin thread to the lock… they can pull it shut from outside.” She mimed the motion. “Then they cut the thread.” My brows rose. “That’s… possible.” Tera nodded. “It happened before.” “Where?” “In Japan,” she said.

The locker room was spacious: metal lockers lined the walls, long wooden benches in the center, communal showers at the back with cold white tiles, and the smell of cheap soap mixed with man. “Did you bring the laptop?” he asked, already slowly opening his belt, the zipper descending with a metallic sound that echoed in the empty space. “I did. But I’m not going to use it,” Clara replied, placing her bag on the nearest bench. Her voice came out low, loaded with lust. “I want to live the scene. I want you to fuck me like it’s the end of a heavy shift, when the adrenaline is still running through your veins.”

“And sweat and bleed…” Cameron’s moan was thirsty with want and Talen laughed under his breath as he went into the spare room and retrieved the suitcase of toys that they had brought back with them, opening it onto the bed. He removed a riding crop and leather cuffs, a spreader bar, and several lengths of rope. The bunker accommodations were not generous in space, and whilst the rooms were soundproof enough that he was not concerned about Cameron’s screams and moans attracting unwanted visitors, he had to be practical for the setting.

“F-k.” “What is wrong Temperance?” The detective’s voice was concerned. “It is a torture cell,” Vixen murmured. “Like a real one. Not a playroom. There are chains on the wall, and it reeks of piss and shit. There is blood on the floor along with every other unmentionable nasty. Is that a…? Oh, yuck. That is a tooth.” “Is there somewhere to place a device?” Vixen chewed her lip and looked behind her down the hallway. “Shit. I don’t want to go in there.”

Diego insulted Jessica. He goes on to reveal that the lockers, which he and the school had redesigned, uses finger print recognition. Once the owner touches it, the locker would only open when it detects the touch on the knob. It was a gift to everyone te player and cheerleaders. I was aware of this. Jessica wasn't around when all these was taking place. She didn't even notice it when she went over to her own locker to change. Now she's going to get it for sure. "No one can get to your locker except you, Jessica. So take us there and bring out the drug you used in spiking..."

Badly. During my lunch break I locked the front door, flipped the sign to “Back in 30 minutes,” and quickly grabbed one of the new toys from the display shelf — a thick, realistic dildo with pronounced veins, a strong suction base, and a slight upward curve that was designed to hit the G-spot perfectly. It was heavy in my hand, almost the same size and girth as the cock that had fucked me so brutally last night. My hands were shaking with excitement and nervousness as I carried it to the staff bathroom at the back of the store.

“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.

Jordan huffs as she runs faster to keep up with me. "It's in my contract. Your dad and friends have an open invitation." She smiles and I wish I hadn't removed her lipstick earlier. "Quarterbacks are so spoiled," she says on a laugh. We run a few more miles and finish up our warmup. There will be a short meeting before official practice begins. Again, I find it hard to resist taking Jordan's hand as we walk back to the locker room. I've turned into a complete pussy when it comes to this woman and I honestly don't give a damn. The glaring emptiness of Kelson's locker is no longer staring at us because thankfully Bobby has moved Fergus' items over. There is a problem, though. Each locker has a

A little part of Terrence was terrified of that expression, but he was also anxious of what’s next, especially when he felt a cold liquid down his quivering hole. “In that case, we should get you thoroughly prepped.” Chance mumbled. As he lay top of Terrence, he had a chance to sneak a peek at the box which Dr. Terrence pulled out and noticed all kinds of sex toys that were kept there. “Do you use them when you’re alone?” Chance asked. Terrence blushed thoroughly, but spoke up, “Why? It’s my body, I can use anything on me whenever I want.”