After a moment of glaring at the door I look around, realizing as I do that all around me is black. The only light is the spotlight created by the lamp above the door, showing anyone within sight the lone helpless woman in the sexy little dress.
With a gulp I step quickly out of the light, stumbling on the steps until I'm back on all fours.
Talk about deja vu, I'm kneeling right where gerbil dick came and ran.
Wait a sec... which way did he run? Closing my eyes I remember, casting my mind back further than necessary, remembering the feeling of a hot dick at last.
"Concentrate," I tell myself with a growl, fighting off the urge to remember by recreating the tactile sensations. At long last it comes to me. The directions, that is.
"Left," I mutter, standing again, brushing bits of gravel from my hands and knees before setting off.
Mindful of litter as I walk, hyper-aware of the sounds, the click-click-click of my heels sounds jarringly loud, forcing me to move slower to try and muffle the sounds.
With the absence of light my eyes start to adjust to the dark and I spot a door. With a relieved sigh I rush toward it, yanking on the steel handle. Locked.
"Dammit!"
Much as I want to kick it I restrain myself, saving my toes the pain as I stalk out to the alley again. It must be a backstreet for deliveries and garbage pickups, but why wouldn't the owners at least put in lights? Did they only operate during the day or did they not want to be seen?
Just as I think that a likely door catches my eye.
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