Knock Knock

In your morning twilight, you could have sworn the alarm sounded different, and the more you slapped your phone, the less it seemed to work. After several attempts and making no progress, you got up and looked to see what was wrong. To your confusion, it wasn’t actually coming from the phone but from the front door. Whoever was ringing the doorbell was rather persistent, as it continued to go off with every passing minute.

You got up and made your way through the spacious loft to investigate the early morning incursion. You were startled awake and still groggy from the night before. You had work soon and needed to see what the fuss was about so you could get on with your day. ‘Who the fuck could be here this early? John thought. He made his way to the door, peered through the viewer, and was surprised at what he saw.

Now, it wasn’t the sudden interruption of the morning routine or the fact that someone was at the door at 6 a.m. that surprised you. It was who was interrupting your morning routine at 6 a.m. that surprised you. Your morning wood strained in your boxers.

Through the tiny peephole, her sexiness was obvious. She was a tall redhead who looked like a high-end secretary. She was wearing a short black pencil skirt with a slit down the side. The top was a cream-colored blouse that was showing off her cleavage, which would make any man turn their heads. It all complimented her athletic figure, right down to her nylons and heels. John also noticed she had a folder sized manila package tucked under her arm. Either the post office really ungraded their work dress code or she was a process server giving him paternity papers. Either way, you had to meet this woman and decide to take your chances.

But you had yet to put on pants, so your thin, loose boxers were doing almost nothing to cover your morning sweat. The women continued to stare impatiently at the door, so you needed to act fast or the incessant ringing would continue.