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As much as she didn’t want to seem like a complete pervert Leanne figured it might be better to take a few minutes to compose herself before dealing with a load of old people at the party. She’d already experienced how perverse they were and if any of them fancied a little grope under her short dress she might be unable to control herself.

“Um… Maybe it’s best if I go somewhere quiet first.” replied Leanne nervously. “Just… Just to, um, prepare myself for the party.”

“I’ll show you to my office,” responded Abbie with a surprisingly understanding smile.

The two young women left the large room and the attractive blonde led the way down the hall to her private office in an uncomfortably awkward silence. She unlocked the door and gestured for Leanne to enter.

“Thanks, Abbie.” smiled Leanne as she stepped inside. The blonde said nothing in reply but quietly closed the door and left Leanne alone to do whatever she needed to compose herself.

She looked around the small office, noticing how sparsely decorated it was. The only furniture consisted of a chair and desk plus a large wardrobe in the corner.

She took a seat on the chair wondering about Abbie’s reaction to finding her with her fingers buried between her legs. It could have gone so much worse than it did.

Leanne had been sat silently pondering her situation for some minutes when she figured she may as well do what she said she’d come to do. Her hands began to slide up her thighs under her short dress when she happened to glance around and her eyes fell on the wardrobe. It was quite a large unit for such a small room. It also appeared quite old, like some kind of antique. She became gripped by the piece of furniture and realised she'd been staring at it for some time so, since it didn't look like she was going anywhere else any time soon, decided to have a look inside.

Slowly she creaked open the left hand door. She wasn't sure what she expected to see inside but still seemed a little surprised to find it filled with an assortment of clothes. They weren't modern clothes and Leanne guessed they belonged to the residents. She then tried the other door and immediately wished she hadn't.

Inside, waiting menacingly for her, was that creepy costumed clown.

Frenetically she dashed for the door, hammering wildly on it as she pulled unsuccessfully on the handle, finding it securely locked. She turned around, her back tight against the door. There was no sign of her tormentor yet. She looked hopefully around the room for a way to defend herself. At the other end, beyond the wardrobe and its menacing contents, was a small window. Just wide enough for her to squeeze through.