"I've got my membership card... wait... where is it...?" Suzie mumbled as she started to search her bag. She saw her wallet, car keys, and everything but the card she needed! Suzie wondered if perhaps it fell out when she was packing.
The brunette at the counter asked, "Can't find it?"
"Just one of those days," Suzie complained with a nervous giggle. Suzie mulled over how the missing card was just another notch in how her day was going. The blonde knew it was bad news for the day when the first thing she does is poor a bowl of cereal, only to find out moments after she was out of milk. After that, her friend she was going to hang out with had a sudden event come up, so Suzie had the day off. With no plans, it seemed a day at the gym could do her some good, some exercise to get her mind off the troubles so far.
Her search wasn't yielding anything, but the receptionist was already looking up Suzie's membership electronically. Suzie was glad that at least one of them had their head in the game.
"Enjoy your time here!" the gym worker said after having finally gotten Suzie signed in properly. Suzie hoped it was a sign of good things to come now that things were straighten out. Suzie moved on to the locker room so she could get on with the rest of her day.
The locker room was empty. Suzie was probably the only person there at such a time. Most people probably had things to do! Suzie though preferred to exercise with some privacy, so it would work out she felt.
Her jeans and sweater all found their way into her gym bag. She grumbled while looking down at herself. Another victim of her string of misfortune that morning was her wardrobe while dressing. A sports bra was a must, but her panties hardly matched the look. The dainty and thin cotton panties stuck out, but were the only realistic option. Suzie's laundry was backed up due to the machine at her place being on the fritz. The pink and black design was strikingly cuter than the simple gray sports bra, but she wasn't looking for that sort of attention. Really, the two items just clashed a lot. Luckily the locker room was empty, so Suzie got shorts on to cover the fashion-shame.
Holding her shirt up, Suzie realized she was forgetting to put some deodorant on. She hooked the shirt on the open door of the locker and turned back to her bag. She dug around, reaching down to get into it.
By the time she had her deodorant applied and had her eyes set on her shirt, it had moved... along with the door into the closed position! Suzie probably bumped the door with her hip when she'd been bent over. She lightly pulled on the shirt, but the door had it pinched now that it was shut and had its locked engaged.
Taking her assigned key for the lock, Suzie tried to get the thing to un-jam. Turning did nothing though. Was the lock broken? She checked to make sure the key was the right one. Both said "G06" she was sure. After another turn, it made a menacing scraping noise. Suzie knew something had to be wrong.
Suzie wasn't about to be beat by a cheap locker, so she tugged on the handle as hard as she could. Doors don't just get stuck shut so easily! She pulled and tugged, and she'd been right, the door was never THAT stuck. With so much strength put into her pull, the door flung right open! As it opened, Suzie also caused her shirt's downfall . One end of the shirt stayed wedged in the slot for the lock, while the other stayed attached to the door. A huge gash was made right across the front of the fabric!
"Noooo!" Suzie called out, frustrated at the sound alone. She quickly examined her shirt. Her face turned red; she felt so foolish to let something like this happen. The blonde put the shirt on, hoping it wouldn't be so bad. However, the tear was tacky; it went from her bra to her belly button in a diagonal. It wasn't going to work.
They day seemed further ruined. She couldn't exercise in rags. Suzie didn't want to admit that another set of plans fell through. That's when Suzie realized there was a way to rebel against her fate. She took the shirt, and jammed it into the locker with her bag. "No reason I can't go out like this. I've shown more on the beach! Some girls work out with just a sports bra all the time, right?" Suzie only had herself to convince and that argument was enough.
She was about to close the door, and thought better of it. She didn't have any valuables she needed hidden, and the key to the lock did seem a bit banged up. Suzie kept the door open, and walked out, intending to start with some yoga! Suzie was going to make sure the day went her way from that point forth!
The bra-clad girl ignored her situation all the way to the yoga room. Suzie didn't see a soul, and was ready to start right with her initial stretching once finding her own mat. She was doing her best to find peace in the situation, and let that mood carry her through some calm and mindless stretching. It was having the right effect.
Even at first the appearance of two more girls didn't shake her at all. Suzie let them be, not even giving them much more than a glance as they entered. She just continued to stretch and balance. Why should she care about her state of dress?
Suzie was nearly working up a sweat when she noticed something odd. She could hear what was light chatter between the girls, but couldn't make out what it was about. She stole a peek, and realized the two were staring her way!
Suzie avoided keeping eye contact. Why were they looking? Suzie worried some sort of mistake had been made. Were her shorts intact? Had her bra let a breast slip out? No, her clothing was quite in place she found when she did a pat down. That's when wondered if it was her sports bra.
Was it as decent as she assumed? Maybe it did show more than some she'd seen girls wear. Though firm, the garment did offer a bit of a few of cleavage. Suzie could see herself in the mirror in front of her. Was it perhaps a bit too much?
Another look back and Suzie was sure she had to be the subject of some gossiping! Her face grew redder. She wanted to defend herself, but admitting to the mistake in the locker room wouldn't be her proudest of moments. Then if her bra was indecent, it would be like admitting to second mistake, leaving the locker room with it as her only upper cover.
Removing herself from the room was her best option she thought. "Just don't let them know it bothers you," Suzie coached herself. Her path was set to the door back to the hall.
While strolling with just a bra up top, she again caught the girls staring. She was going to act like everything was normal, try and appear without guilt. "Be sure to not work too hard ladies!" She quipped with the most genuine smile she could manage.
"You too! Best of luck," the black haired girl responded. It didn't seem catty. Was Suzie incorrect and the girls didn't find her attire odd? Perhaps they were just good at acting like it. The second girl was avoiding eye contact.
Suzie was out in the hall, and wandering down it, unsure what to do next. She was feeling silly for being so intimidated by just the two girls. It had to be in her head! Suzie felt the rough start was still affecting her. She had to stay positive! The staring was probably just in her head, and her bra really couldn't be too bad! Suzie knew she was second guessing herself with the new found worries.
Using the exercise machines seemed like the next logical step after her warm up. Suzie headed right inside the room once she reached it. Again, the room was just to her, and she was able to find her seat and begin the more serious part of her work out.
Taking on a few different machines, Suzie was making head way into her exercise for the day. The distraction was well suited for making her forget about her worries. After a few minutes though, her peace was interrupted again, this time by a group of three. They were slow to start doing anything, instead chatting to among themselves. Their gaze didn't drift to Suzie though, so she paid them no heed.
The other girls were rotating about their own machines once they got started, and so Suzie felt just as alone as she did before. She was now determined to not let her missing shirt bother her.
After her most recent conquest, a few reps on the lateral pull down machine, Suzie moved to get up. She stopped dead in her tracks though, and not because she pulled a muscle. It wasn't horribly audible, but she had heard it... a snapping noise! It wasn't just any noise either; it was one Suzie felt she knew too well.
Glancing backwards and down, Suzie's vision trailed what it could of her bare lower back. Near the top, she saw a few black and pink stripes... her panties! Just a couple of inches below the waistband of her panties was the waistband of her shorts!
Suzie tried tugging on them. They felt loose. She followed the shorts waistband around, seeing if they had indeed torn like she feared. She didn't find any breakage in the weaves though, so perhaps it was her imagination and they just had lowered on their own?
Suzie was worried if the other girls noticed, who still seemed busy. None were looking her way, and hopefully didn't notice how she was examining her clothing. Suzie sighed relief when she was able to stand, and keep her shorts up with a hand. She was twice as relieved when she noticed they weren't even sagging on their own.
Suzie let go of the shorts... and they stayed in place. Pretending to do some stretching, Suzie twisted and turned while no eyes were on her. The shorts weren't moving. She was trying to determine if something did tear. With nothing being out of the ordinary, Suzie was sure the noise had to be something else, or something more minor like one of the leg holes. Suzie couldn't find anything had gone wrong with her bra either.
The girls still weren't looking towards the blonde, so she decided to just move on. She couldn't believe a non-incident had spooked her out of the routine again. Suzie told herself she'd have to stop worrying too much. She skipped over to the treadmills, ready to do some light jogging.
Though only a single layer, the sports bra was enough to contain Suzie's breasts from bobbing around. The round mounds were held firm to her chest, and she was able to jog away in place thanks to the spinning belt below her. Suzie was focusing as best she could, running was always a challenge part of her workouts, and she wanted to push a bit further than usual endurance wise. She tried to not let her tiredness slow her down or stop her.
