I know it's been a while, but life got hectic..
Part 44
For a long moment, Tim and Carly stood in the darkness of the closet, both of them breathing heavily. Carly had followed Tim inside, and when the door was closed, they both turned to face the door, so that Carly was in front of Tim. Both of them listened for any noise outside the door.
For the first minute or so, it seemed like the closet was pitch black. But as their eyes began to adjust, they noticed a horizontal band of light coming into the room from beneath the door, one coming in from above the door, and a skinnier vertical one coming in from where the side of the door closest to the knob met the door frame.
"What am I going to--" Tim began.
Carly said, "Shhh!" and reached her hand back to quiet him. Her hand grazed the top of his hard-on before landing on his lower stomach, causing him to flinch away.
"Sorry," Carly said, and Tim thought he could hear a smile in her voice. "But does that sound like it's getting louder to you?"
"Like what's getting loud--" Tim stopped himself, because he heard it too: a low, almost rumbling sound as a large group of people approached. Then female voices, some shouting, some laughing, and a few yelling, "Stop!"
Tim inadvertently stepped backwards, then felt his bare ass bump into a shelf. The noise outside got louder, and they could both hear some voices clearly, above the raucous babble of a large crowd in a confined hallway.
"Where is he?" called one. "Where is that naked hunk?"
"He can't have gone too far," said another.
"Not in his birthday suit, with his cute, red butt shining like Rudolph's nose!" A chorus of laughter greeted that as the noises grew closer. Carly heard Tim groan at the comment about his red ass, but she didn't turn around.
From the direction of the noises, they could tell that many in the crowd had turned into the make-up room. "Did anyone see which way he went?" one woman called out.
"I don't think he would have gone outside," said another. "Not butt-naked like that."
"That means he might still be hiding in the building," said a third, "and I'm going to find him!"
Footsteps once again filled the hallway, some of them getting louder.
Carly and Tim's eyes had both adjusted just well enough to look for and see something: the lock on the inside of the door was a deadbolt. Before Carly could move, Tim stepped forward against her and reached over and quickly but quietly turned the deadbolt to the side, locking the door.
An instant later, they heard the knob turn in an unseen woman's hand, just outside. Carly and Tim froze, holding their breath. "This one's locked," the feminine voice called out. "Let's check the others," another said, and the first group moved away down the hall to continue their search.
Tim and Carly didn't move for a minute, until Carly said, "Tim?"
"Yeah?"
"Could you-- Your...um...penis is poking me in the back."
Tim was mortified and jumped backwards. "Sorry."
Carly made a noise that almost sounded like a giggle. "That's okay."
Tim cleared his throat softly, and whispered. "What are we going to do? We're stuck in here."
Carly thought to herself, "I'm not stuck, because I've got all my clothes on." But she said, "We'll be fine. We just need to wait a little bit, until the women out there quit looking, and leave."
Tim moaned, wondering when that was going happen. "I guess," he said. "I just hope that nobody shows up with a key to this room."
Carly had thought about that, and pictured the look on Tim's face if a staff member opened the closet door, finding her and Tim in here, and Tim without any clothes.
She felt a frisson of excitement at the thought.
After a long minute of silence, she said, "Um, can I ask you something... personal?"
Tim was wary. "Like what?"
"Why are you still hard?" Tim made a small, choking noise. "I mean, I know you must have been pretty embarrassed in the studio, and I know you lost your clothes somehow..."
Tim groaned. "How much did you see out there?"
Carly felt herself blush. She wasn't going to tell the truth, about how she stood at the edge of the hallway and voyeuristically watched as the crowd went after him, stripping him naked, and then mobbing him, groping him, and spanking his squirming, bare butt. "Well, I watched when that girl took your boxers off from under your towel, and then threw them into the crowd."
When Tim didn't say anything, she continued. "At first I thought that maybe you and your bosses had worked out some kind of teasing skit or somethin--"
"A skit?" Tim interrupted her incredulously.
"Yes," Carly said. She turned back to face him, and her arm inadvertently brushed across his hard dick, again causing him to jump. "Sorry!"
"Maybe I can listen at the door, and you can stand behind me," Tim said. He knew that she couldn't see his dick and balls, but just knowing that they were exposed to her made him feel vulnerable. "I'm going to step to the right, and trade places with you at the door."
"Okay," Carly said. As Tim stepped to his right, Carly stepped to her left, to make room for him. But her left was his right. She reached her hand in front of her in the dark, and ended up accidentally placing it squarely on Tim's balls.
"Hey!" he said, and Carly yanked her hand back.
"Sorry! You said you were going to the right, so I moved to make room for you."
"My right, I meant," Tim said.
"Sorry!"
"Never mind." Tim put his left hand just in front of his erection, and reached out until he touched Carly's shoulder. Then he moved to his right, and used his right hand to guide her the other way. They circled each other, until his back was to the door.
Just then, several female voices could be heard outside the door, so Tim said, "Shhh," and turned toward it.
"I hope we find him!" one of the unseen females said.
