The private yoga studio was small and cozy, barely holding fifteen people, and they loved it. But everything comes at a price, so there were only two shower stalls and the girls always had to wait in line after class. No big deal, no one was in a hurry.
Except for their teacher, Sarika. She glanced impatiently at her watch, then grabbed her bag.
"Sorry girls, I have to run home. My kids are waiting! Whoever's last, just turn off the light and shut the door behind you, okay? See you on Wednesday!"
"Okaaay!"
"Of course!"
"Bye, Sarika!"
It was a custom in their group. They had practiced together for years, and everything was built on trust.
Nancy stood at the end of the line and chatted with her friends.
"I'm so excited about the interview tomorrow! Thank you, Mary, thank you again! It's my dream job, if they just accept me..."
"Don't worry!" Mary hugged her. "I told them how good you are, there should be no problem!"
"Thank you... But I'm still worried..."
The girls laughed.
"Breathe, Nancy. Breathe..."
***
When Nancy finally got to the shower, there were only two girls left. Showering last had its benefits, she could relax and take her time under the hot water jet without feeling guilty about slowing down the line. She splashed, daydreamed, and felt a pleasant weariness leave her body.
The girls outside muttered and slammed their lockers shut.
"All right, we're outta here! Nancy, will you close up the studio?"
"Okaaay!" she replied absentmindedly.
"See you on Wednesday!"
And she was left alone.
She splashed for a while, then turned off the water and stepped outside, reaching for her large towel. Her hand reached for empty air.
"Um?"
She looked at the towel hooks. Her towel was gone.
"What?..."
She looked around, then glanced at her locker. It was empty, too!
Her heart dropped, then raced. It simply could not be!
She remembered the girls that stayed last. She trusted them completely, there was no way they could play this cruel joke on her. None of them could, in fact, such things were unheard of in their close circle.
Nancy shivered, feeling weak and helpless. Who could have taken her things? Someone must have come from the street...
"Hey!" She yelled - more like squealed, really. "Hey! Anyone there? Give me back my clothes! Heeey! This ain't funny!"
Silence.
Nancy strained her ears, hoping to hear the rustling of a stranger's footsteps somewhere in the studio or at the door...
Nothing.
She hugged herself, wet, naked, trembling with tension and fear, then frantically rummaged through the lockers. Maybe her clothes were just in a different one...
Nothing. Every locker was completely empty. Not even a spare pair of tights anywhere. This was strange, the girls often left their things behind so as not to have to carry them back and forth... But nothing.
"Fuuuck!!!"
She hit the wall and burst into tears, both from despair and pain in her fist.
Then she sat down right on the wooden floor.
"Calm down. Calm down..." she muttered to herself. "Breathe, Nancy. Breathe..."
***
Dhyana helped, as usual. In a few minutes, she calmed down enough to think more or less clearly again. What are her options?
She is alone in the studio, without her things. Her anxiety paid off, Nancy grinned. Being afraid of robbery, she never took anything of value to the classes, even her cell phone was a cheap backup. So there's nothing to mourn. Her only concern was to get back home, that is.
She breathed a little more, then stood up and methodically searched the studio for anything that could pass for clothing. Nothing, not a robe, not a sheet... That was really strange. The studio had never been so clean. Someone really really had taken the effort to set her up, even to clean the studio... Who could that be?
She shook her head. Stay focused, Nancy. The unknown burglar wasn't important right now.
All that was left to her was a small towel that she had used to wrap her hair up in the shower, and the hair band that was on her wrist. Well... she exhaled and managed to tie the towel around her waist. It barely covered her pussy and left her left hip completely exposed, but it was something. She tried to cover her chest with her hair, then sighed and tied it into her usual ponytail. If she had known in advance that she was going to get into this kind of trouble, she could have grown her hair longer in a few months...
She giggled hysterically. Stay focused, Nancy. What to do here and now?
Maybe she could just spend the night here, a thought crossed her mind, and tomorrow Sarika or someone else would come to help her... She looked at the schedule pinned to the wall. Shiiit! There were no classes until Wednesday. No one will come. And on top of that, she has this important job interview tomorrow.
So, how to get home?
Public transport was out of the question. Even if the driver would let her ride for free... She imagined herself naked on a cramped bus, coughed, and crossed it out.
She could hitchhike... Um... Nancy imagined herself getting naked in a car with an unknown man, and what favor he could ask of her in return... N-nooo... In her shock, she completely forgot that she could stop a car with a female driver. No. The car was not an option either.