Hiding

Running through the door I saw a corridor ahead of me, with a large warehouse space around a corner to the left. Dead ahead a door with a small window on the upper half, appeared to lead to the shop floor. And to the right was a small corridor which led to a stock elevator. I was expecting to find cardboard boxes of stock lying around to hide behind but I saw nothing. The place looked immaculate, the only thing out of place seemed to be a beautifully decorated cake sitting on a metal shelf. Just below it on the shelf itself a yellow Post-it note.

'Avery, hold this for me. Be careful it's heavy. Remember, I still have that video.'

What on earth? The bitch is now getting me to run errands for her! What does she even want me to do with it? Where am I taking it? It better not be far! Or public. My dick twitched at the idea. Behind me now, from the corridor, I heard the door to the shop floor opening.

"Hey guys, it's me!" A woman shouted.

Oh crap! She's going to see me!

I grabbed the cake, hoping to take it in one arm. Piper wasn't kidding about the weight. The cake dropped a foot before I caught it with both hands. The momentum made it swing in my arms and hit me in the crotch. Ow!

"Fuck" I exclaimed.

"Anna is that you? You ok?"

Ignoring the pain and the warning stickers on the elevator, I climbed inside it and closed the door behind me with my foot. It may not be made for people to use but right now I have ****. It was dark in the elevator, and voices outside continued to talk, though inaudible to me. The feeling of sickness from the hit to my testicles just now taking effect.

Upstairs

"Anna is that you? You ok?"

"Oh hey, birthday girl! We're just upstairs." Shouted down, Anna. She took another second to adjust the wrapped presents on the table. "So you're sure your present will arrive on time?" Anna said quietly to Piper, making sure Charlotte, coming up the stairs, couldn't hear her.

"Stop worrying, I'm sure it'll arrive." Piper smiled. "It knows what will happen if it doesn't."

"What does that even mean? Is this why we had to leave the cake downstairs and you said we couldn't freak out?" Said Jill, the redhead in a hushed and now panicked voice.

Charlotte reached the top of the stairs and saw the other women standing chatting by the water cooler, a table of presents to the side. On the wall behind them was a flimsy plastic sign reading 'Happy Birthday!'.

"Oh my gosh! Guys you shouldn't have." Said Charlotte in an excited voice. Charlotte wore her hair in a ponytail, this week it was dyed neon pink. She wore a cropped leather jacket on top of her uniform, which was otherwise the same as the other women's clothes aside from the much shorter, not company-approved, skirt that barely covered her ass at all. This bold look was a more recent change in her life, in fact, it aligned with her breakup almost perfectly, coincidence? No.

"Ah what are you talking about, of course, we had to! Though it's nothing like the parties you've planned for us in the past... we think you'll have a good time anyway! Even if it has to be at work." Said, Anna.

"And just wait until you open your presents." Said Piper with a wink.

"Oooh, I can't wait!" Said Charlotte. "Can I open them now?"

"Of course!" Said Jill.

Downstairs

The inside of the elevator was now getting quite warm, a slight sheen of sweat covered my naked body, my aching testicles hanging low in the heat. The cake now beginning to feel heavier in my arms. I could still hear voices from somewhere in the warehouse, I was not risking getting caught or ruining this cake. Too much is on the line. Suddenly the sound of a motor spinning could be heard overhead. A clank comes from the door as it secures itself, and then the whole elevator begins moving upwards.

Oh fuck, oh shit!