I walked through the deserted parking deck listening to the sound of my heels on the concrete. There is nothing to absorb the click clack sound, concrete and cars are all hard sound reflective surfaces, and when you are about to do something risky, your senses are heightened on full alert. The task ahead of me was a simple one, drive home naked. I opened the trunk of my car, took off my dress and placed it in the trunk. To build courage, I had stuffed my panties and bra into the wastebasket in the ladies room at lunchtime. Half a day at work going commando got me horny and horny can be a substitute for courage. I closed the trunk with a thump that implied finality. There was no turning back now! I went to open the door and FUCK, the keys were in the trunk!
My cell phone was in my purse, which was under the drivers seat where I had left it in the morning on the way into work. There was a phone booth back by the elevators. I click-clacked my way back to the elevators and saw that the phone booth had litter in it, urine running out of it and nothing where the phone was supposed to be. No call for help was going to get me out of this.
It should have been low risk. It was winter, and I had worked two hours overtime. Odds were that the parking deck would have been deserted, and it was plenty dark out, minimizing the chance of being spotted.
A loud "DING" brought me back to full attention, and I ducked behind the phone booth just as a group of people came out of the elevator. One guy lagged behind as the group fanned out towards their cars. He proceeded to the phone booth and un zipped his pants. I watched him proceed to add to the urine puddle, hidden only by the shadows and the grime on the glass of the booth.
My options were severely limited. One option would be to ride the elevator up to the 14th floor hoping that there would be nobody waiting to leave work. Then walk up to the security guards booth and ask him to unlock my car. "Steve, I accidentally locked my clothes and keys in the trunk of my car. Could you use those tools you have to open my drivers side door, so I can use the trunk release to get to them," Then I would end up standing by my car while Steve took his sweet time opening it. Asking Steve to open up a locked care was not unusual. My Co-workers have done it plenty of times. I suspect that I would be the first to ask him while naked.
The other option would be to slip past Steve unnoticed, navigate the cubicle maze unseen and retrieve the spare key that I keep in my desk, then sneak back out.
