Trash can

"Yep, it's been a few years but I never forget a face. Now about that trash can back there with you? ..."

Mrs Faversham was now struggling to find any more cat pictures on her phone.

"What if I said there's nothing back here with me?"

"Nothing at all?"

"Yes."

"Nothing?"

"Yes."

"Not a stitch?"

_A: _Oh my Boss! She knows!

I blushed hard. My cock twitched against the cupboard door.

"No need to answer, your blush says quite enough." She whispered to me.

OHMIGOD How could she know I'm naked from the waist down?!!

"I... uh... I can..."

The janitor looked at the floor below the cupboard door by my feet.

"Hello? And what do we have here?" She leaned forward toward's the floor by my feet.

_A: _The poor dear! He's positively squirming in this corner.

The Devil squatted down to look up the Angel's robes.

_D: _Yesss, you are... So angels do go commando. Wow!

The janitor picked up my briefs, held them up in front of her face and examined them. Mrs Faversham still scrolling through her phone.

no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!no!

"Well, aren't these just the tightest little things... with a paper binder on?"

"I... I can explain."

_A: _Nooo! This is a disaster!

_D: _On that, we can agree

The janitor stood up, her back to Mrs Faversham. She began spinning my briefs around on her finger, smiled and looked me in the eyes.

"I'm all ears."

"I... ummm." I stammered.

_A: _Nooo! This tension is killing me!

_D: _Just don't pee your pants. ...Oh, wait.