Try to talk your way out.

"Shit! Get your bra!" you hiss, stuffing your cock back into your trousers and carefully zipping yourself up. Crawling as fast as she can, Terri grabs it and stuffs it into the to-go bag, hurriedly pulls her top up, and frantically tries to brush her leggings clean. You're fixing your collar when the grate starts to rise.

The afternoon light stings when it hits your eyes, and you hear a few confused grunts and murmurs. "Hey! Who are you? And what are you doing in here?" A man with a big mustache demands, setting down his thermos.

"Hi... uh..." you stammer, feeling Terri come to stand next to you. "Sorry about this. Hope we didn't screw anything up. You see, we were having lunch with some friends of ours, and... uh... I think they shoved us in here as a prank or something."

"Prank, huh?" The man says, looking you up and down. He crosses his arms while his co-workers enter and go about their work. "You look a little uh, too well dressed to be having pranks pulled on you."

You shrug. "Eh, you know. Fraternity brothers and best friends. They don't give a shit if you're a working Joe or a CEO. Can always count on them to treat you the same." A bead of sweat starts to drip down your temple, and you fight the urge to clear your throat.

"Right..." he returns, eyeing you narrowly, when his head turns slightly and angles downwards. Following his line of sight, you can see that he's seeing the dust and dirt stains on Terri's leggings that she couldn't get off, as well as the suspicious bulge in the to-go bag in her hands. His frown deepens, and his mouth opens to speak, when a circular saw comes alive from behind you and starts cutting into some wood, drowning out anything he could say.