Jessica goes home

The cart came to a stop next to a platform in a castle themed room. Two guards waited for Jessica as the harness was removed. The catsuit clad reporter was escorted out of the building by the guards. Jessica had hoped they would leave her alone once she was outside, unfortunately Miss Wallace was too smart for that.

The guards made sure to grip onto Jessica's arms and escort her all the way to her car that was still parked outside the theme park. "Here's some advice, don't come back." One of the guards said to Jessica after launching her at the car. Jessica snarled as she watched the two guards walk back into the carnival.

She considered going back inside to try again, but Jessica had already triggered the alarms and she knew Miss Wallace would be on high alert. Still in her tight catsuit, Jessica angrily sat in her car and drove home.

Jessica pulled her car into the designated space for her apartment. She exited the vehicle and began to walk over to the elevator. The sun was rising, Jessica had been up all night. While in the elevator, Jessica went over the night in her head. "What a fuck up!" She yelled out loud, frustrated with how it went. "How could I be so fucking careless!" She yelled and pounded her left hand into the elevator wall.

As she put her key through the hatch to her apartment, she noticed something had been shoved through her lettorbox. She pulled out a plastic bag of sweets with a note attached.

There wasn't an answer so I figured you're out. These are the sweets I told you about.

Jessica_ _was very puzzled, she didn't remember having any conversation with anyone about sweets. "Must be for someone else." She concluded and stepped into her apartment. Jessica peeled her catsuit off her perfect sweaty body and got ready for bed, despite the time being 7am...

Jessica struggled to sleep, all she could think about was the events that had occured that night. She tossed and turned and eventually stood up to pace. She freaked out about the contract she was **** to sign. What did she sign into? Why wasn't she allowed to see it? What does this mean? Surely she wasn't let off trespassing that easily. These were the questions that repeated regularly inside Jessica's head.

Jessica wiped sweat off her face, stressed and anxious. When she opened her eyes, she saw the sweets on the floor. When Jessica stresses, she eats sugary things. She couldn't help herself, even it was meant for someone else Jessica needed to relieve her stress. She sat on her bed and munched on the sweets. The more she ate the less stressed she became, and she grew more tired.

Jessica was soon fast asleep, sweets and sugar next to her...