"You need to mop the girls locker room, ASAP!" Percilla said tightening her grip on Dirk. "Please Percil-" He tried to say before Percilla shoved her thumb in his mouth. "Before you start begging, you should know that most of the girls are preoccupied with all your co-workers and the only one that isn't just began her sparing session, which means nobody is in the locker room. You better hurry though." Percilla said dropping him to the floor. "So all I have to do is clean the floor?" He asked. "Yeah, well you know how that floor is green?" Percilla asks. "Yeah." He responds. "It was white when it was built. So scrub hard." She said walking off. Dirk nearly threw up at the thought.
After Percilla left his general area, Dirk thought about hiding again, but he knew that Percilla would squash him into a pulp for disobeying her. He quickly grabbed a mop and bucket and ran as fast as he could towards the locker room. Dirk arrived at a massive wooden door meant for someone ten times his size, presently it was slightly cracked sending an eerie chill up his spine. Dirk went inside and was immediately hit with the stench of a dozen unwashed fat wrestling women. He gagged so hard his chest hurt.
Taking a look at the hideously grimy floor, Dirk knew this would be no easy task. Loud booms could be heard close by which lead him to believe that was the wrestler Percilla mentioned earlier. The next minutes were filled with some of the most rigorous cleaning of Dirk's life. So much mopping and scrubbing. After about an hour the floor was mostly white with a light green tint. He'd made progress but he'd still need another half an hour at least to finish what he started cleaning.
Suddenly the huge doors to the locker room burst open, without thinking Dirk ran into the locker closest to him very quickly. The metal confines reeked of overbearing buttcrack stench. Just the he heard her walk in, bare feet smacking the floor. "Ugh that jobber was useless, he'd been squashed so many times it was like fighting silly putty, we need to hire new ones, ones that haven't been flattened before. These shorts are so itchy, I want my white ones with the red polka dots." Dirk listened to this lady's complaints shaking like a leaf, hoping she wouldn't find him. He backed in to the locker more then suddenly backed into what felt like a large tarp. He turned around and his heart sunk at what he saw. He saw a humungous pair of white shorts with red polka dots. The lock on the door clicked and the door began to open, but who was it?
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