Biff always enjoyed the gym. There was something awesome about working his body up to a sweat, knowing that he was improving his physique, getting ripped. Plus it helped him get chicks.
That evening was no exception. It was a cardio night and he had just finished his laps and was about to hit the showers. He knew he was hot. He stared openly at the women in the gym. They stared back appraisingly, which was new. Normally women he didn't know wouldn't even make eye contact, but now they were looking him up and down without batting a long eyelash. Yep, he was hot.
Straight into the men's room he walked, towel over his shoulder. He peeled his clothes off and entered the shower and began to soap up. There was a loud thump behind him, and another one off to the left. He looked and saw two guys in the shower staring at him, mouths open. They had dropped their soaps.
"Homos," Biff muttered and turned away from them, continuing to shower. The water felt good, but he didn't want to spend any more time in the shower with the limp wristed twosome than he had to, so he quickly finished and towelled off.
Towel wrapped around his waist, he walked out of the shower toward the lockers, but not before he noticed both guys staring at him, penises fully erect. Gross, he thought.
Biff spun his combination. Nothing. He spun it again. Nothing. He double checked the number, 333, then slowly and carefully tried it one more time.
"Fuck!" he swore as the lock, again, didn't open.
"Problem?" a guy (thankfully not one of the homos from the shower) asked. He was staring pretty openly too, but at least Biff didn't have to see their dicks.
"Fucking locker won't open," Biff grunted, noting that the guy hadn't looked him in the eye, but rather was staring at his chest.
"Listen, sweety, I'm gonna be straight with you. It's nice having you in here and all, but you're in the wrong room. That's why your locker won't open."
"What?"
The grabbed Biff by the elbow, grabbed Biff's shirt and forced it onto the quarterback again, then led him out to the gym. They paused only to turn and before Biff knew what was happening, he was shoved straight into the girl's room. Expecting to hear screams, he waited with eyes closed. When none came, he opened his eyes to see women milling about, not even noticing him. Ahead of him he could see the rows of lockers, and #333 had a lock that looked just like his. Could it be?
