Daisy finds that it's worse than the stairs

The stairs that led out from the building to the parking lot had the most cameras in the whole building. There was one on every second floor, from the 14th floor she worked on down to the 1st. Seven cameras, all of them with pretty narrow blind spots. She thought she could do it, if she was careful and took her time, but it would be tricky. And there was always the chance that she would bump into someone on her way out of the building, leaving after finishing their cleaning shift for the day. That almost made her laugh. Then maybe she could run away to her car and speed off before she was recognized.

The stairwell was right next to her. She was still crawling. There was one more camera on this floor facing the exit, but it was no trouble to avoid. Crawling on her hands and knees, Daisy thought she had slipped past the camera without being noticed. The stairwell cam on this floor was no trouble. She gave herself a moment to sit against the door to the office and think. The concrete felt cold on her ass cheeks, which were almost bare. The biggest problems would be the cameras on the 10th and the 6th floors. Those ones were in opposite spots to the rest, which meant she would need to be extra careful.

Down, down, down she went. After the first few floors, it started to feel fun. She was a corporate ninja escaping after finding some intel. She was even dressed like some of the female ninjas in the movies. The 10th floor camera proved no problem. There was a big sign that read OUT OF ORDER on it, with a bunch of gumballs covering the lens. The 6th was a little more of a hassle. She had to climb over the side of the rail. The next floor was close by, so it wasn't like she was in any physical danger (though it would have left some unsightly bruises), but she ran the risk of falling into the sightline of the camera. In the end, her grade school gymnastics training won out, and she made it.

After that, she was basically home free. A few floors more and she'd be in her car and out of her. Daisy wouldn't mention it to Mr. Johnson, she thought. He was a changeable man and the thought of her crawling around (when he hadn't told her to) might sour him. She made it to the ground floor without any incident and came to the door. By now, she was walking straight. If she did get caught, it would be easier for her to start running when she was standing up. She caught a look at herself in the glass. Maybe she'd spent the last hour on her hands and knees on a pretty grimy carpet, but she still looked good. She could even take some pictures for Mr. Johnson in her bodysuit when she got home.

That is, if she got home. Daisy tried the door handle and found it stuck. She put a little mustard on it and tried again. No, it wasn't stiff, it was stuck. As in, locked. As in, the cleaners had locked the building after they left. She was trapped here until morning.

"Fuck!" she screamed. Now, she knew there was nobody around to hear it.