Knock knock

_A: _HOLY SHIT!!

_D: _BWAHAHAHA! Wait?... What did you just say?

_A: _Mmmm, nothing.

D: ... Did you just tell a lie? -Tsk Tsk-

I quickly cupped my hands around my cock and balls or tried to anyway.

*Knock Knock*

Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!Shit!SHIT!

What do I DO?!!

Wait. The door's locked. They'll think no one's in and leave.

_A: _O.m.b!-O.m.b!-O.m.b!-O.m.b!-O.M.B!

_D: _Y'know you holy types don't handle stress so well.

I rushed over to the door and tried to rest my back against it gently. My bare ass was now pressed against the wood of the door.

"Helloooo? Anyone home?

*Knock Knock Knock*

_A: _Rather persistent aren't they?

_D: _So it would seem. Hehehehehe

"So, rookie..." I heard a woman's voice through the door. "... what does the rule book day about a locked office door?"

"Ummmmmm..." Another female voice responded. "... after knocking and a call out, if there's no response, we use our master key to enter the office."

"Correct"

I heard the sound of a key being inserted into the door.

_A: _Oh no! What's he going to do?!!

_D: _Plead insanity?

I slid myself away from the door handle, against the wall with the hinges. My right thigh pressed into the corner wall of the room. The key twisted in the lock and the door began to open and press into my left thigh. I shifted 90 degrees to face the door so that my body wouldn't stop it from opening and arouse suspicion.

"So what's the next step, rookie?"

"Once having entered the office, I'm to collect whatever's in the out tray and leave."

I looked towards the tray on my desk marked "Out", it had all my outgoing messages, files and folders stacked on it, along with the folder containing the rest of my clothes!

Oh no.

"And?"

"... Ummm. Remembering to lock the door as I leave?"

"Good lass"

_A: _Oh no!! All of his things are in that folder!!

_D: _Hehehehe! Apart from those photocopies, he didn't realise he lost those all the way back when he tripped over.

The door swung all the way open, it pressed into my chest and my still-hard cock. As the door finished moving a hand came around to grab the edge, catching the right side of my open shirt with it.

"Here, let me hold the door for you. That's quite a handful he's left there."

"Eep!" I quietly squeaked out in panic.

_A: _That shirt is REALLY getting snagged a lot lately.

_D: _Yup. It's almost like it's cursed.

The rookie walked into my office pulling a post cart behind her. She grabbed all the folders from my outbox and loaded them into the cart. She took a moment and stared at something on my desk, I couldn't tell what, before she shrugged her head and continued shovelling my files into her cart. The hand on the door remained there, still pinning my shirt to the door.

"Yep, that lot's going to fill up the cart."

The rookie left the office, and the door began closing, pulling me and my shirt with it. I tiptoed forward, trying to match the speed of the door.

"Eep!"

_A: _I'm having deja vu! This is just like with the janitor earlier.

_D: _Oh totally. I blame the lack of imagination on the part of the Biker.

The hand released the door and my shirt and the door shut. The lock twisted back into position.

This is not happening.

"Thought so," Said one of the women. "This post cart's now full. So, rookie, what's the procedure for dealing with that situation?"

"The full procedure for a full mail cart is to take it back to the postroom, unload it, and then return to continue on with the collection round."

"Spot on lass"

WTF am I gonna do now?!!

_A: _Is he asking his imaginary Mrs Elvgren for advice again?

_D: _Oooh, bitchy! You interested in a career change?