Claire’s heart was trying to escape her body. How did Luna not see her? More importantly, how was she going to get back in? The maid was standing on a narrow ceramic platform outside the window that was originally built to be a fancy drainage canal that ran alongside the whole wall.
Well, to say she was standing on it was a bit generous. Half of her toes only had air underneath them.
The naked woman pressed her back and arms against the wall. It wasn’t a long fall, and she had some bushes to cushion her if she did lose her balance (courtesy of her lack of gardening), but Claire was still in quite the pickle.
For starters, while the house itself didn’t have cameras, the perimeter and garden did. If she fell, there was a possibility that her ass would get recorded in the security footage. She would lose her job for sure! Secondly, all the doors were closed, so falling would essentially mean that she would be locked out of the house and her clothes, which wouldn’t be that much of a problem if it wasn’t for problem number three…
Claire left the sheet inside the room, which meant that she was wearing exactly nothing over her nubile body. What would the neighbors think if they spotted her in all her curvy, naked glory? Would they believe that she was some sort of mistress trying to get away from a jealous spouse? Claire cringed, that’s not good.
Luckily, no one was around that early in the morning. The good thing about being in a rich neighborhood is that everyone either goes to work at the crack of dawn, or at noon. The only ones out at the current hour were usually servants like maids or the gardener next door.
Claire suppressed a squeal. She had company! A man in his thirties was hunched over the neighbor’s flowers and fighting with some weeds. She had to find a way in before he spotted her and alerted the whole neighborhood! Claire’s feet began shuffling to the right as she shimmied along with careful urgency.
Her back soon found another window behind her. She gave it a little bump with her rump, it didn’t bulge. She kept going, her desperation building. Claire was running out of openings. She was sweating so much out of fear that her footing was slipping! To make matters worse, the gardener was standing up! He would soon turn around and see her!
Claire could feel a window behind her, she gave it a bump and fell backward into the room as the gardener turned around. Just in the nick of time! As far as he was concerned, the man only spotted a couple of ghost legs disappearing into the house.
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