Go after Abbie

Leanne recalled Abbie being very apprehensive about her joining in but this was still strange behaviour. She gathered up her things and began to redress. She checked on Mr. Rodgers who had collapsed on the bed breathing heavily. Ready to go she stepped back into the corridor still wondering what Abbie's problem was.

There was only one way to find out and that was to track her down and ask her. She looked around but there was no sign of anyone. Wandering along the corridor she read the names outside each room. Abbie could have been in any one of them or even in her office. As Leanne thought about checking there, she heard a voice. It was Abbie.

She moved quietly towards the sound until she came to a door. Pressing herself gently against the door she listened. It was definitely Abbie. Leanne gripped the handle. She prepared to enter wondering if she really should interrupt the young blonde again. It didn't end well the last time. Then again if Abbie was up to the same thing then Leanne wanted to know. Not to mention why?

Slowly she opened the door and peered inside. She was left disappointed when she realised it was nothing more than a storage cupboard. However as she began closing the door she heard the voice once more. It definitely sounded like it was coming from that room.

She walked inside and closed the door behind her. Listening closely. She could hear Abbie speaking but had no idea where she was. She stopped at the back wall unable to go further. It was there that she noticed a small hole in the wall. Peeking through it she saw a resident's bedroom with another old man sat on his bed. And knelt before him was the sexy sweet blonde she'd been looking for. Once again stripped to her lacy black underwear and stockings.

"She's at it again," whispered Leanne. "What is she up to?"

She continued to spy on Abbie as she sucked the old man's cock. The sight on the slender blonde pleasuring the pensioner began to get Leanne all worked up again but she resisted. She had more pressing concerns at that moment. Should she confront her again? Or would Abbie just run away like before?

As Leanne wondered what she should do she had the sensation she wasn't alone in the small cupboard. Her body tensed up while she watched the attractive young woman working. Not wanting to turn around she remained focused on the scene before her. Then she felt something on her arm. It could have just been her imagination but then there it was again. Firmer this time. Almost like someone stroking her.

She had **** but to see who or what it was. As much as she hated the idea Leanne turned slowly, peering through the dim light until she spotted a large figure. Immediately wishing she hadn't. It was a clown! Not a funny clown, but a creepy sinister menacing clown. Leanne pressed herself back against the wall before immediately admonishing herself for making a noise when Abbie could've heard her.

She stared at the clown and he stared right back. His eyes were cold and lifeless. There was nothing pleasant about him. Leanne glanced towards the door. It wasn't far. She could probably make it before he stopped her. But then who was he? Was he spying on Abbie too?