Security

Panic fills Eric's mind and he tries to dash towards the back room, forgetting he's only wearing his socks. A shard of glass cuts up into his foot and with a howl he stumbles forwards, crashing down onto his face - luckily away from the glass - as the front door swings open.

"What the fuck is going on here!"

Eric manages to look up into the face of Mr. Jackson, the stores owner, and clearly the person who had been knocking at the door. The alarms continue to blare around him and he tries to scramble to his feet as two security guards burst through the door as well, flanking Mr. Jackson.

Eric stumbles trying to form a response when all three of the men looking at him freeze and he follows their gaze.

Somehow the fall has caused another wardrobe malfunction. His boxer shorts are now sitting around one ankle, his cock on full display to the three of them.