Laura chases the Queen topless

I managed to gain ground on the Queen by sheer **** of determination. The Queen noticed and took a shortcut by jumping over the DJ station, I followed suit. She tried to distract me by overloading the circuitry with one of her traps. The mixer started flickering. Sparks flew everywhere, even into the pants that the DJ left discarded on the floor. They caught on fire somehow. The disks started spinning like crazy, snagging and shredding the DJ’s shirt and panties. I didn’t let the fireworks distract me and kept on running.

The Queen crossed the backdoor, I did too. I spared one glance back at the club. I could see the DJ hiding behind her machine and clutching the remnants of her clothing. The only thing she had left was her bra and headphones. To her misfortune, the screen kept showing her naked silhouette to all the clubbers, many who still were hollering at her. The door closed and I heard a click as it locked shut. Poor girl. With the backdoor shut, she would have to cross the dance floor if she wanted to get out of the spotlight. Was that too a part of the prank? A question for later.

Refocusing on the task at hand, I found myself in the alley behind the club. The Queen was busy catching her breath. She seemed surprised that I managed to follow her. She clumsily darted away as soon as she saw me, crashing with a trashcan on her way out.

I gave chase, albeit taking care to not step on any of the trash she spilled. Unfortunately, she disappeared among the crowd of museum-goers. Fortunately, something fell out of her pocket when she crashed. A keycard for a room in the Modest Empress Resort down the street…

That had to be her temporal hideout. My next move was clear. I stepped into the street and immediately heard a whistle directed at me. I saw a couple of guys with their eyes glued to my … breasts. I let out a shriek before retreating back into the alley. I was still indecent. I needed to move carefully and avoid being seen.

I stuck to the back alleys, moving cautiously but never remaining still. I didn’t have time to waste. Part of me wanted to go back to my car, then back home to get a fresh change of clothes, but that was an even worse waste of time. I bit my lip and moved forward. There was no other way. I would have to catch the Queen half-naked.

I zigzagged my way down the dark corridors. My heart was pounding, both out of anticipation at finally catching the Queen and fear that someone would pop out and see me topless. At least I wasn’t completely naked this time. It sure felt like it though, what with the night wind rushing against my skin and giving me goosebumps.

I finally reached the hotel. I could see the tall and luminous building stretching towards the sky. Now, how was I going to get inside? I could strut through the main door and go directly to room #203, but that would be too conspicuous. The Queen could be alerted to my presence and everyone on the lobby would see this crazy (but gorgeous) topless lady prancing about like she owned the place. I shuddered. Out of the question, I needed to find another way. There was a truck parked nearby. A couple of workers were unloading boxes and carrying them to the hotel… I had found my way in.