Open the door

The seed of doubt is there and growing, what if this isn't the work your should be doing, what if you are doing these sinful acts because you have misread the signs? Surely the Lord wouldn't command these things of you! You have to leave and this supplicant shall provide the way. You stand, feeling the man fats cake between your buttocks and drool down your thighs. Your desire to leave and the excitement you have is clearly apparent as you prattle out.

"Thanks, I'd love to see you again really soon too. But there is a door preventing that from happening. But if you open."

"Say no more!"

The man booms with bombast. You hear his door open and practically slam shut. You realise he could burst open the door any second so in a panic you drop your skirts, feeling them stick to the goo plastered over your ass and legs like glue. Some slight garbled voices out in the corridor are followed by a familiar voice shouting once more.

"It's locked."

"No no, it isn't. What."

You retort as politely as you can whilst snatching up your underwear from the chair and wiping the cum off your fingers before stuffing it into a pocket next to your rosary still expecting the door to open at any second. You were going to explain but the man shouts back.

"Shit, it says vacant the door must be jammed. Don't worry. I'll have this door open in no time and then you can go for round two with this big black trouser snake."

You suspected that any request would have a cost and it would appear the cost for him to open the door is more sin. Maybe, if you can complete a sentence, you can talk your way out of this although part of you doubts he'll be as keen to open the door if there is no reward, but at least then you will not be with him so intimately. Perhaps this is sign that you got it wrong and the other signs were signs. Your head spins with what may and may not be. But if he does open the door and you have to fornicate with him again then at least afterwards you can leave.