this is over. No chance of her rescuing me. I hope she doesn’t think I flaked on the job . . . again.”
“You don’t live in D.C.?”
“No. I, uh . . . live outside it. Not much of a city girl.”
That’s different. At least from the women I had met. Most of them couldn’t fathom living away from a city.
“Most of the women I’ve met love the city. I wonder if some of them ever stepped foot off the concrete and onto grass. I once asked a girlfriend to go camping with me, and she wondered if it was like glamping.”
“Glamping. What’s that?”
“That’s what I asked, too. You bring all the luxuries of home to the great outdoors. She wanted me to construct a bed in the woods, mattress and all.”
I heard a snort followed by laughter. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory.
“We never went camping together.”
“You mean glamping.”
We both burst into laughter. It took a minute and me wiping at my tears, but I finally caught my breath.
“Yeah, we didn’t last long.”
“Does your brother work here? That’s why I’m here. My sister got me the job of a coat check person. It’s not glamorous like glamping, but it helps pay the bills.”
My eyes shifted to where I thought the door was, praying James would choose that moment to open it. But nothing happened.
I didn’t want to tell her anything about me. It wasn’t that I didn’t like her. She seemed to have a sense of humor, and her willingness to keep asking me questions meant she was sharp. Someone I’d like to know outside of a dark closet, which was exactly why I couldn’t tell her my name.
If she, no . . . when she discovered I was naked with her the whole time, she’d never want anything to do with Monty Diaz.
“Yeah, I’m working it too. I’m playing Santa. That’s why I was in here to change, but then my brother thought it’d be funny to lock me in.” I cringed as I gave her a blatant lie.
“I thought I read on the brochure it wasn’t a Santa but a non-denominational-festive-season person. The picture they had looked like if Santa had sex with one of his reindeer and Glinda the Good Witch got in on the action.”
I chuckled. “You’re right. I just didn’t want to have to say all that, so I shortened it to Santa.”
There was silence again, and something about it felt uneasy. Like I had to watch my back.
That’s when I felt her hand. It was on my cock.
She yelled, and the hand moved away as quickly as it landed.
“Are there sausage-shaped things hanging on your costume?”
Lie, Monty! Lie like you’ve never lied before! My brain scrambled to come up with something convincing. But the more I thought of anything remotely believable, the more I felt like I would throw up.
“Yes . . . and no.”
“What? I couldn’t hear you?”
That was the reason I mumbled my response: “It’s hard to explain.”
It was easy to explain; I just didn’t want to freak her out. And the more I lied, the worse I felt.
“It’s not really that hard to explain clothing. Like me, I’m wearing a navy sweater and a skirt with little reindeer all over it since it’s a holiday ball. Also, I’ve got on my scuffed-up green high-tops that match my skirt. There, now, your turn.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and knew there was no way out. At some point, she would discover I was naked. Would it be worse if she found out at the end, realizing she was stuck in a dark closet with a naked stranger this whole time? Or if I was honest with her right now?
Either way, she was stuck. Either way, I was stuck.
“It’s the wearing part that’s the problem for me.” I cupped my balls, even though she couldn’t see them.
“Is the costume too big or small?”
“Nope. It’s the costume itself. I made that part up.”
Silence stretched for what felt like hours. I wanted to say something, to reassure the woman I wouldn’t hurt her. That I would keep my distance from her. But I kept silent too. Maybe she hadn’t figured it out. Maybe she was quiet because she hated talking.
Or maybe being trapped in here was causing me to go insane.
“Yes or no. Are you wearing clothing? That includes underwear.”
She knew.
“No.”
“Okay. That’s okay. We all like to walk around naked from time to time. I usually do it in my home, but