A solution?

"Why don't you dump this lot in the postroom and I'll meet you on the floor above." Said the woman in charge. I continued to listen through the door.

Wait. What?! The postroom? Why, that's only two floors down.

"You mean unsupervised? (Gasp!)"

"I think you're ready."

This is it! I'm going to have to sneak down to the postroom and get back the folder with my clothes in it... unseen.

I began to redo the buttons on my stretched shirt.

Yeah, no pressure.

_A: _This is a baaad idea. Why doesn't he just stay here safe in his office, wait until the day is out and then leave when everyone's gone home?

_D: _Well his car keys are in his trousers for starters... it'd be a long, shameful walk home...

If, I'm going out there again in this stretched-out shirt I'd better make sure it covers everything! If anyone sees my cock I'm done for.

I tried to pull my shirt down further over my crotch, but once again all the buttons popped open.

YIKES! Note to self, don't fuck with the shirt. Any and all adjustments seem to pop it open!

If I were to walk around bottomless again I'd have to be sure not to get a boner at any point or it'd be even more obvious I'm not wearing underwear. I looked down at my boner as I re-did the buttons on my shirt again and sighed.

_A: _This is ridiculous! How's he supposed to go around with that hard thing swinging between his legs. Won't it go away?

_D: _Well I can think of one way he can get it to go down...

_A: _No! Not like that!