There's no answer to your knocking, and a close-call ensues

"J... Jacob!" you cry out, pounding at the door, wrenching the handle. "Jacob?"

Your palm smacks against the door again and again, your mind reeling in disbelief. How could he abandon you like this? How could he leave you naked in a smelly, filthy alley?

"He's coming back," you tell yourself. "He's just putting the clothes upstairs so they don't get dirty."

As you say the words it occurs to you that you're standing naked beneath one of the dark alley's lights, your nudity on display for anyone who might be around. Nervously you scuttle to the side, your heels sounding like gunshots as they scrape across the ground.

Ten, twenty, maybe thirty feet from the door you hear a door open. For a moment Jacob's name surges from your throat. It's only with **** effort that you stop yourself from crying it out when you realize it might not be him. Whirling around you look for a hiding spot before ducking behind a pair of trash cans.

Laughing voices echo in the alley as at least three guys walk somewhere along the alley, their voices coming closer. You cower lower, your legs trembling at the thought of being caught outside like this. You reach out for support, only to hit the nearest trash can hard enough to make a loud knocking sound.

"What was that?" a voice says, the footsteps coming clearer.

"Anyone there?"

You hold your breath, willing them to ignore the sound, to pass on by, and for once it seems like your prayers are answered. Three large shapes pass before you, chatting loudly as they walk down the alley until their voice fade completely.

"Thank God," you groan, feeling breathless at the close-call. Breathless and.... "Horny?" you say aloud incredulously. "I'm horny?"

God, how could you be horny about a close-call like that? If those guys had found you, like this, they'd have probably fucked you. And with Jacob just inside, bound to return at any moment....

A groan escapes you as a finger starts to rub your hairless sex. He'd deserve it, wouldn't he, for putting you in this position?

Forcing your hand away you stand up and step out from behind the cans. Your feet catch on something and you stumble, twirling around as you try not to fall. After a dizzying few feet you manage to straighten in the spotlight of a door. Your door? you wonder, only to realize you've lost all sense of direction, and can't figure out which building is yours.