Fire Alarm

It didn’t take long for things to go wrong. As the front desk of the salon was home to a faulty outlet that started to smoke. So less than a minute into her tan, Renee was startled by the screech of the fire alarm. The ginger’s fight or flight instincts kicked in, and she quickly grabbed the bag containing her clothes and ran into the hallway looking for nearest exit. In her haste, the still pale teen failed to notice the towel by the door, something in each tanning room for this exact situation. Safeplacethenclothessafeplacethenclothes. Renee repeated in her head to try and bury the shame of being naked through the halls of the salon as she used the bag to cover her clam. The redhead finally spotted the salon’s back exit and streaked to outside world. Her untanned and oiled up booty jiggling the whole way there.

Lucky for Renee, she was the only one to take the back exit. But her luck quickly ran out as she slipped on her oily feet and fell to the ground face first, dropping her bag and getting covered in grass and dirt. “Owwww.” Renee groaned as she got her face out of the dirt and looked up to see her bag landed a few feet in front of her. “At least I still have my clothes.” Only for a red fox to pop out from the bushes and grab the bag with his mouth. “FUCK! Me and my big mouth! Get back here!” Renee shouted as she chased after the mischievous mammal, who was no doubt leading her to more trouble.