Escape from private parties

Prompt: Finish This Sentence #8 – Trapped InsideThis wasn't the first time I had been trapped inside a _________ , but it was the first time I had to escape in order to save a life. Here's what happened.
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This wasn't the first time I had been trapped inside a woman's underpants, but it was the first time I had to escape in order to save a life. My own. It's a long story.

I am not some strange fetishist who likes hiding in women's bras and panties and petticoats, a rather foolish one who couldn't disentangle himsel from the knots and bends of simple fabric. The truth of the matter is, I was told by my company at the time -- I'm still unclear on what they did to make all that money that they could afford me to pay monthly as much as four senior doctors made in a government hospital -- to retrieve certain objects, and not be awkward around them because the strange nature of them could befuddle an unexpecting mind. I went in with a clear head zero expectations really, if they wanted me to fight out of a paper bag I would if it meant I would have to be suited up in a giant condom and fight villains, no complaints on my side. Listen money was tight in those days not all the software money flowing like a river, so you had to do what you could to make a living. In any case, I went to the docks, they had a large consigment of women's undergarments some of which were rather oversized that's where I made the mistake, in underestimting how large they could get, and after collecting the packages when I was making quick exit I got trapped inside a ball of you know, all of the above. No big deal I made it out safe and sound and barely anybody ever got to know of it. And I wasn't in danger that time, no sireee we were in friendly waters.

As I progressed in the company they gave me more important tasks. Talk to this man about important business matters. Drop this very heavy and strangely shaped bag from a bridge and never ever look into it no matter what. Deliver this raw head of a horse to one of our compadres and don't ask questions. Listen okay there's weird people out there and I've had my share of weird foods... goat brain, goat tongue ears, sheep snail duck deer boar and so many other animals, its not for me to judge what cut of meat my coworkers like to eat!

On this particular occasion some criminal groups got involved. It was a comedy of errors, if you consider life threatening situations where one small mistake could end your life to be comedic. Opposing gangs were involved apparently I thought it was all a drama honestly had no clue what was happening in the background. All I was there was to drop our packages for shipping and picking up our consignment of goods -- they never did tell me what were inside those consignments -- to be shipped to Asia. Again, bunch of random women's underclothes lying around the warehouse fo unexplained reasons. Don't ask me, ask the importer-exporter who was putting his expensive floor space to no good use.

So guns were fired I jumped into the pile, some one started chasing me and yeah I had to escape from a pile of used panties that I was trapped inside of, and sure you could have found funny to have a grown man running with seven sexy great-smelling panties where women had creamed themselves on stuck to him, but this was a matter of life and death. I still PTSD from that they. Those were rough times, the money was good nothing could compete with that but you don't want to go to the office and not know what kind of sexual objects and weird fetishes of other people you be interacting with. So I quit. And I hear they shut down pretty soon after I left. Perhaps I was not as useless and irritating as they told me I was after all huuh, seems like their entire business depended on my competence or something.