Doorstop

Being careful not to make any noise, Chelsie crept towards the front door of the apartment. She pressed her eye to the peep hole and scanned the hallway beyond, making sure that it was completely empty. Once she was satisfied that it was, she grabbed hold of the handle and slowly turned it, pressing it against the door to reduce the noise it could produce. There was a barely audible click. Chelsie froze, waiting to see if her father would investigate the noise.

After a few moments of silence, she eased the door open.

She crept out into the hallway. She made to close the door behind her, then hesitated. The door slamming would awaken her father, and she'd have no way to get back inside. That meant that she needed something to hold the door open. All she had on her was the old t-shirt she was using as a pyjama top and the shorts she slept in. She looked down at the ground... maybe the doormat?

"I have an idea." the voice in Chelsie's head suggested. "Why don't we give up an item of clothing to hold the door open?"

"I can't do that!" Chelsie snapped back in her head. "What if somebody sees me?"

"At this time of night? Not likely. Besides, we're only going down the street a little distance. You're on the verge of cumming anyway, so we won't be out long..."

Chelsie bit her lip.