Try to figure out the keys.

Looking around you can't see anything that really catches your interest. With no real destination you decide to simply look around the nearby area and see if you can see anything, hoping the key is for something nearby. After just over a block, strolling along with surprising ease on your high heels, you finally spot something that might just be a clue, a roller skating rink. “Well where there are people changing shoes a lot, there are certainly lockers.” You say looking at the padlock key, but even if you are right there will be a lot of locks. “Well I found the apartment, I can find a lock.” Suddenly confident, if a bit falsely, you decide you might as well try. Making your way along the street lined with old brick front buildings, you pass a couple of crappy looking restaurants, but the smells that assail your nose combined with the rumbling in your tummy let you know that it wants food. “If I don't get money soon I am fucked.” You mutter under your breath as you stroll along. Walking the rest of the distance you can't help but even run a bit, and skip, increasingly amazed at how easy it is to walk in platform heels. The other thing you can't help but notice are the looks you are getting, both men and women seem to take notice of you. By the time you reach the large curved building you can't help but have a big grin across your face.

Walking in an old man behind a glass window with a single circular hole in the middle calls out as you walk up, “Seven dollars please.”

With not a penny you try another tactic. Holding up the key and jingling it and say simply, “I just need to get stuff out of my locker, can't I go in.” Then batting your lashes you give him your best look and add, “Please.”

You can tell he isn't accustomed to giving in to anyone, but looking at you clutching your hands in your slutty little outfit you even drop to a knee and look up pleading. He finally rolls his eyes and says, “Fine ya got twenty minutes, or I come looking for you.”

“Thank you so much I won't go skating I promise.” With a little giggle and a skip in your step you push open the carpeted door and into the rather old building with carpeted walls, full of lots of neon and video games. As school around here has obviously not let out yet the place is pretty empty, but a few people a bit older are milling around either talking to the cute girls that work there, all dressed in matching cheerleader styled white uniforms with a red belt and little cap with the “Skate Town” logo, and white skates with shiny red wheels. Your cock threatens to spring free as you catch a glimpse of the ass of one bending over, but you try to pay as little attention as possible and begin searching for the lockers.

Once you spot the rows of lockers you decide to try the same thing you did inadvertently last night. You just sort of close your eyes for the most part and stroll along not paying any attention to where you are going. Much to your surprise it works, at least you think it does. As you reach a locker closed with a shiny new padlock you get a tingling feeling and reach out and grab it. With it in your hand you see it is a blue and silver lock, the same brand as the key on your ring. Putting the key in the hole you turn, and a second later the lock clicks open.