Ask for help

Gloria tried her hardest to **** open the closet, but the latch wouldn't budge. After a few minutes of **** attempts, she gave up and slumped to the ground. The door was firmly locked, and there was no way she was going to be able to **** it open.

Now what, she thought, racking her brains. Maybe someone can open this door for me?

The Org's HQ was home to countless secret experiments, critical servers and classified documents. Thus, it was guarded around the clock by a security detail, no matter the hour. Gloria knew that there was a security office near the front desk - perhaps she could find someone who had the keys to the closet? She hated the idea of knowingly showing herself to someone in her current state, but what else could she do? There was no way she could spend the night here, and she needed her keys to drive home.

She took some deep breaths, calming herself down. She stood up and gathered the cardboard box that had fallen to her feet - she needed to hold it in place with both her hands, because there was nothing keeping it on her body. The box wasn't large, but it just about covered her breasts and backside if she held it just right.

Better to embarrass myself in front of one person now than the entire office tomorrow, she told herself, and set off in the direction of the security office. With every step, she resented how Valerie, Hawk and Iris had humiliated her. They would regret the day they had crossed her, she swore to herself.

She arrived at the office after a short but nerve wracking walk. Thankfully, the path she had chosen had been completely deserted. Gloria knew the places where the late night workers were (for she was one of them), and had expertly avoided them. She braced herself and made sure the box was covering all the essentials, then knocked at the door simply labeled "Security".

"Come in," replied a board voice from inside.

Gloria almost ran away at the sound of a man's voice, but steeled herself at the last moment. Running away now would only raise suspicion. She steeled herself and opened the door, letting herself inside the nondescript office.

"Hi...." she greeted the lone guard inside. "I, uh, need some help."

The man had been half asleep, his jaw slack while he was half-watching a video on his phone. His eyes widened in shock at the sight of a nearly naked woman inside his office, with only a cardboard box guarding her modesty.

"What the...who are you?" he asked, springing to attention. Gloria's eyes darted down to his crotch, noticing that something else had also sprung to attention.

Ironically, Gloria's interrogation at the hands of Hawk and Iris meant she was prepared on what to say in the situation. "Hi, I'm Gloria!" she replied, letting out a slightly embarrassed laugh. "I'm a Junior Encryption Analyst. I, uh, had an accident and managed to lock myself out. Can you please help me get back my clothes?"

The man stared at her, dumbfounded. His eyes were fixated on her body, and he was clearly not fully listening to her.

The blood is likely flowing somewhere else, Gloria thought snidely. Was everyone in this place a pervert? Couldn't he see that she needed help?

"I'll help you," the guard finally replied, adjusting his trousers to try and hide his erection. "But I'm going to need to see some ID first."

Gloria laughed nervously. "Well, my badge is with my clothes. Once I have them back, I'll show it to you," she replied nervously. "I promise!" she added, realizing the man didn't look too convinced.

"Where did you say you locked yourself out again?" he asked.

"The maintenance closet near Senior Analyst Iris's office on the fourth floor," Gloria answered, nervously biting her lip.

"What were you doing there at this time?"

"I, uh, was working on a report," Gloria answered, her nerves building. Why was this man asking so many questions?

"Report...I see," the guard contemplated, clearly unconvinced. "And, uh, how did you end up, uh, like this?" he gestured at her body. Gloria turned red, reflexively looking down and making sure the box hadn't slipped.

I can't tell him the truth, she realized. If she admitted she had crawled through the vents to try and spy on Valerie, there was no way he was going to help her. The opposite - he would likely call in backup and she would be in a world of trouble for suspected espionage. No, she had to lie - convincingly at that.

"Um, are you going to tell me?" the guard asked again, his patience thinning. He was reaching for his walkie-talkie.

"It was late, and I needed to cool off after a long day," Gloria blurted out.

"One of my friends dared me to streak naked through the office, so I took off my clothes in the closet and did as she asked. But when I came back, I found the door was locked. And so, uh, now I'm here," she finished, turning scarlet as blood came rushing to her face.

The guard was speechless. Gloria regretted her words the moment they had left her mouth.

He thinks I'm a degenerate exhibitionist, she thought. But that wasn't who she was! Sure, she knew about groups where people challenged each other to streak in all kinds of inappropriate places, but she wasn't one to do that! Even if she was like one of those exhibitionist sluts, she would never in her wildest dreams do it at her workplace!

"Okay, I'll help you," the man said after an uncomfortably long silence, all while his eyes didn't leave her body for even a moment. "But as part of protocol, there's one thing I must do first..."

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