Post nut clarity

Post nut clarity hits like a sack of bricks and the situation at hand instantly sinks in. If I’m caught I’m gonna be now known as a certified sex freak around town (and jail) and not just a happless victim. The security footage without context looks like a lunatic hiding from staff until closing so he can prance around naked to defile the equipment.

Terrified, embarrassed, horny and ashamed, I run to the front door to escape this twisted nightmare. I run and push as I try to exit the door but not a budge. Frantically I switch to pulling and back to pushing again, denying the reality that I could be locked in here naked. Tears begin to well as I imagine being **** to watch security footage of this event the next morning. In my imagination the staff found me and called the cops, and once detained officers and staff alike both **** me to watch the security footage with them . Handcuffed and for some reason still naked, I squirm as the room laughs histerically at both the footage and the utter pathetic spectical before them.

As all hope was leaving my body, my hand by chance brushes past a door lock. Grinning like a lunatic I turn the lock with a satisfying CLICK. “freedom “ I think to myself. My baby dick starts to pulse, excited, the horniess returns as I open the door. Now it’s just a naked stroll to the car, easy drive to my house, and days over no issue.