Go for the door

You shake loose your pants and sprint for the door. You grab the handle, twist it and push. It doesn't budge. You could have sworn it opened outwards, never mind, you quickly pull it instead. Again it stays stuck in place. You try again, pushing and pulling, but you already know it's no good. You turn back to Miss Locke, her arm outstretched dangling the key from her hand. "Looking for this?" she asks teasingly. Slowly she withdraws her arm and stuffs the key down her cleavage and out of sight. "Come and get it!".