Mackenzie gets inside

"Come on!" Mackenzie screeched as she gritted her teeth and arched her back, twisting her hips at an unnatural angle as she pushed with every ounce of strength left in her trembling thighs. The window frame dug painfully into her soft flesh, leaving angry red marks across her bare stomach as she **** herself forward inch by agonizing inch. Her breasts scraped against the rough tile as she finally, finally managed to pop one hip through the narrow opening. However, a fresh wave of panic surged through her as the phone rang for the third time, the shrill tone cutting through the blaring alarm. Sweat trickled down her temples as she tried to wiggle the rest of her butt through the window.

Time was running out, just a few more rings it would be over. ****, Mackenzie reached out and grabbed the rim of her toilet seat, using it to as leverage to pull herself in. "AHHHH!" The Redhead screamed as with one final, painful heave, the window frame releases its grip on her hips, and she tumbled forward onto the bathroom floor, her bare skin slapping against the cold tile with a wet smack. The phone rang a fourth time as she scrambled to her feet, her thighs still trembling from exertion.

Her toes curled against the slick floor as she lunged for the hallway, her full breasts bouncing with every frantic step, a hand on her aching back. The alarm’s shrill scream echoed through the house, disorienting her as she skidded around the corner into her kitchen, nearly slipping in her haste. The phone, just a few feet away on the counter, taunted her with its relentless ringing.

Fifth ring.

Mackenzie’s fingers stretched toward the phone just as the answering machine clicked on.

“Heey, you’ve reached Mackenzie,” her own recorded voice chirped, way too cheerful for the current disaster.

“NO!” she shrieked, diving for the receiver, her bare knees slamming onto the tile as she snatched it up mid-greeting.

“Hello?! Yes, hello! False alarm!” she gasped, her voice cracking. "Everything's cool here. Please don't contact the police."

A pause. The only sound Mackenzie heard was the alarm still sounding in the background. Mackenzie quickly realized that her panicked call made her sound more like a crazy home invader then homeowner. Her heart sank at the idea the operator might just ignore her call and contact the police anyway. Her fears receded when the security operator’s voice finally came through the phone.

"Hello Ma’am," he said in a calm yet skeptical tone. "Can you please verify your passcode?”

Mackenzie’s mind blanked. Passcode.