Hearing
a noise outside of the room, she waited and listened. People were talking loud,
disturbing her peace. She growled and had a strong desire to throw a shoe at
the door.
Stretching
her arms high above her head, she liked the luscious burn between her shoulder
blades. Her body was getting stronger—she felt stronger. She bent over to give
her backside a nice stretch when a knock came at the door.
“Occupied,”
she said. She curved her body even lower, ass high in the air.
The
door flung open, cracking against the wall. She shot up and turned, adrenaline
spiking her veins. A big, beefcake firefighter, covered from head to toe in
gear, blocked the doorway. Ready to lash out in complaint, she felt a strong
cool breeze and squealed. I’m naked!
She grabbed the first thing she could find, a baby towel. Covering her breasts
with one arm, she used the towel over the rest. “What are you doing? Get out!”
she yelled.
“Sorry,
ma’am. There’s a fire in this facility and I’m going to have to escort you
out.” The mask muffled his words.
“A
fire? I didn’t hear an alarm?” Did he think he could burst into her room and
expect her to follow his request? Who cared if he looked legit?
“They
must be broken. You need to exit the building now!”
Chaos
sounded from the hall. Looking beyond his brawny frame, she saw another
firefighter pass. Her heart beat faster as she clutched the towel tighter. “Let
me get dressed…” No free hands to work with, she debated the lesser of two
evils…bare breasts or bare twat? She went with the first, reaching for her
clothes from the side table. Did she hear the man gasp?
“I’m
sorry, but there’s no time to waste,” he said as he took a step closer and
tossed her a folded sheet. “Wrap that around your body.”
“Are
you kidding me? There’s no way I’m going out there in this.” She held up the white
material. Taking a step back, her mind frantically weighed the options,
although slim.
Die
in a fire—no good.
Wear
a sheet in public—still no good.
“This
isn’t difficult, lady.”
“But…what
difference does one minute make?”
“Bring
your clothes with you. I’m getting you the hell out of this building, one way
or another.” He moved to the middle of the room, engulfing the small space.
Karsyn’s
breathing became ragged. “I can’t go out there like this.” Even as she said the
words, she jerked the cotton material over her nudity. The oblong sheet barely
covered her butt cheeks. “This is insane. This slip of cloth is made for a
table, not a body.”
“So
be it.” Before she realized what he was doing, he took two quick strides and
clutched her around the legs, throwing her up over his shoulder like a sack of
potatoes.
“Put
me down, you—you ogre! I refuse to be treated this way!” She pummeled his back,
which probably didn’t make him flinch. Kicking her legs made him tighten his
grip around her thighs. Her eyes filled with tears as humiliation spread
through her. She knew her bare ass was high in the air. She’d never live this
down.
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