[Originally posted by Wicker]
It took a few minutes for Megan to **** one of the cieling tiles out of place, and then hoist herself up into the cieling cavaty, her sweaty hands making it even harder, but eventually she found herself above the storeroom.
Looking around in the dark cavaty she smiled, the wall to the storeroom didn't go beyond the cieling. She could just crawl across the cieling, drop down into the bookshop, retrieve her jeans and everything would be fine.
Moving slowly, Megan crawled, trying to make sure she was putting her weight on the joints and not the ceiling tiles. By the time she believed she was above the bookshop she was already covered in dirt and dust from the cieling, sticking to her sweaty skin, and she paused to try and brush some of it from her bare arm.
That was when disaster struck again. She heard something crack behind her and suddenly her knees were no longer on a cieling tile, but were instead dangling over mid air. It lasted a second, long enough for Megan to momentarily picture Wile E Coyote, before her legs fell through the hole.
A Sprinkler pipe was nearby and her hands grabbed for it, holding herself in place as she felt her legs fly down through the hole, until her butt followed them... partially. The rear waistband of her shorts snagged on a broken bit of ceiling tile, and while her body moved the undershorts stayed in place, digging up into her butt crack, trapping her in a hanging wedgie.
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