There is only one way out...

Isabel sat comfortably on her chair right by the middle table in the headquarters of Air Netto, among with many of her colleagues. Not many were out on flights at the moment, and it was a rather crowded workplace at the time.

She decided to kick it up a notch. She was in a rush of emotions, and she really wanted to embarrass her three colleagues. Not wasting any time, she went up to the door that lead to the public area of the airport, and quietly locked that door before anyone could ask any questions. She slowly walked back to her chair.

The blonde culprit got even more comfortable when she kicked her flip flops off, and threw her bare feet up at her table, waiting patiently while staring at the see-through window where the Air Netto employees could see out, but the public couldn't see in.

Isabel grinned. She was even feeling some moist anticipation tickling into her private area, caused by what was to come...

***

Meanwhile, Zara, Helena and Camilla were still in their shower stalls, trying to figure out a way to get out of this situation.

"I can't believe someone stole everything from us. That's really crossing the line..."

Zara wasn't happy, and neither were the two others. They were angry, and all three were already covering up, even though they had the current cover of their stalls.

"Could any one of you peek through the door to the headquarters? Maybe it's empty, and maybe we could get back there and get new bikinis before someone spots us?" Helena asked, being met with a slight silence at first.

"Why don't you check?" Zara answered, really not wanting to exit her stall at this point.

"I don't want to..."

"I don't want to either!" Camilla said.

"And you really think I do?!" Zara replied, causing a bit of a tension between the three of them. It took another long pause before Zara came up with a solution as to who was going to go to the door.

"I say the one who's been employed at Air Netto the shortest amount of time should go. I've been here longer than you two."

"But we started the same day!" Camilla pointed out, and Helena quickly acknowledged the same fact.

"Then both of you go!" Zara said briskly, calling out her seniority with the company as highly relevant.

"Actually... I came to work before Camilla that day..." Helena said quietly. Camilla didn't say anything.

"I guess that settles it. Camilla, you go." Zara decided.
"I agree." Helena said.

"But... I don't want to!"

"It's two against one, 'milla. One of us has to go, and you're the one with the least seniority" Zara pointed out.

Camilla went quiet for a little while before she spoke again.

"...but you got to promise not to look!"

"We promise. Don't we, Helena?"

"Yes. Won't look. Promise."

"Ok... Fine. I'll do it" Camilla said. She took a deep breath, kept two arms covering the front of her body, and pushed herself out of the stall.

Now naked in the shower area, Camilla turned around and went towards the door and clumsily grabbed the handle while trying to cover as much as she could. She decided to open it gently, just an inch, to see if anyone were in the headquarter area. Her efforts weren't enough, and she tried again. Harder this time.

It might've been because she tried to cover her body at the same time, but it still wouldn't move. She uncovered her breasts, and decided to pull properly with one arm.

And that made her realize that it was locked.

"It's....it's...locked..." Camilla said, as all three gasped.

And Isabel grinned even harder, as she watched the handle feebly being pulled from the other side to no avail...