Backing away from the door I take another look around, wondering which way would be safest. That's when I notice the thing dangling down next to the stairs. A closer look in the dim light reveals a ladder hanging from the sky. Correction, dangling from a fire escape.
Well that's nice, but not exactly useful. But as I look up I realize that there's an open window three floors up. I didn't even know there was a second floor when I entered, but maybe this will get me back to the bar.
Climbing rusty old fire escapes isn't exactly my thing, especially not in heels. I can't shake the feeling that I'll find someone underneath me pointing up at the bare parts showing under my skirt. Of course, if they were standing under me then they might get splattered by the drops of cum I can feel leaking out of me.
"Bastard," I mutter, referring to the guy that fucked and ran. "Asshole," I snarl, this time meaning my dick of a boyfriend Anthony.
I wish I could say that once on the fire escape proper it was easier, but instead of stairs the people who designed this thing put in ladders for each level. I also wish I could say I'd thought of that before starting up, but it isn't until I'm halfway to the second of three levels that I began to rethink my plan.
Right about when I slip and fall.
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