This choice: Ami hides under the cart • Go Back...Chapter #5Ami hides under the cart by: Snoogins   Amy nearly jumped out of her bare skin when she heard the sound of the bathroom door creeping open. She had hoped to find something to wear in the restroom. Even if she had to wrap herself in toilet paper, it would be better than this! Frantically looking around for a place to hide, Amy finds no means of escape, until she sees the Janitor's cart slowly exiting the bathroom. It would be a tight fit, but the sides were covered with dirty looking sheets. If she was fast, she could climb inside and avoid detection, at least for a little while. It was a risky plan, but she really didn't have a lot of time to think. Instead, she just ran towards the cart, as quickly and silently as she could, before crouching down and scurrying inside.
The Janitor, an older man, close to retirement, stops and looks around for a moment, puzzled. He could have sworn he heard something. After looking up and down the hall however, he just shrugs, throws the towel he had in his hands over his shoulder and starts wheeling his cart towards the exit.
Inside the cart, Amy's heart was pounding in her chest. The cart wasn't meant to hold a human being, and even though Amy was petite, the cart afforded her little room to move around. So there she sat, curled up in a ball with her knees pressed tight against her chest, and her naked butt pressed against the cold, hard, dirty plastic of the Janitor's cart. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a plan, but it was a difficult task indeed. The cart was moving, and she had no idea where it would stop. If she was going to make a break for it, she'd have to be aware of her surroundings. Unfortunately, as much as the sheets shielded her from view, they also blocked her own vision as well.
Eventually however, the cart came to a stop, but before Amy could take a peak around the sheets, she heard the click clack of a heavy metal door coming open, and then the cart was moving again. Instantly, the sounds of open air and the busy city streets began to flood into the cart from all around her. "Oh God!" She thought to herself, "I'm outside, in broad daylight! How am I ever going to get out of this without being seen now?"
Soon enough the cart stopped again and the garbage bag that hung only a few inches in front of her disappeared. The Janitor was emptying the trash into a dumpster in the alley. Luckily, the old man hadn't noticed her when he removed the bag. Now exposed from the front, Amy didn't want to spend another second trapped inside the tiny, dingy cart. While the Janitor was still emptying the trash, Amy stumbled out of the cart and quickly hid behind a nearby garbage can. Peaking around the side, she watched as the Janitor slammed the top of the dumpster shut and headed back into the building. Quickly rushing to the door, Amy was devastated (but not surprised) to find it locked.
Leaning her forehead up against the door, with her hands over her breasts and her naked butt exposed in the urban breeze, Amy is close to tears as she wonders what she could possibly do now. How had this even happened to her? Somebody had taken her clothes while she slept. Could it have been the Janitor? Why would he do something so cruel? He didn't look like a man who had just played such an evil joke on an innocent girl. He looked like a regular Joe just finishing up at the end of the day. He did look kind of old though. Maybe his eyesight was bad. Maybe he swept up her clothes and didn't even notice she was in the room!
A glimmer of hope glows to life within Amy's bare chest (somewhere between her cute, perky breasts one would imagine) and she quickly rushes over to the dumpster and tries to lift the lid. If the Janitor had swept up her clothes, they'd probably be in the dumpster! Unfortunately, after a few moments of fruitless naked struggle, Amy is disappointed to learn that the dumpster, like the door, is locked. Defeated, Amy turns around and leans her back up against the dumpster and slides down until her pale butt cheeks make contact with the gritty concrete. Looking around the filthy alley, Amy can't imagine what her next move would be. She's totally naked, in a busy city, in broad daylight and miles away from home. And where the heck was her so called friend anyway!?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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