Missy, the Strict RA

Of course it would be Missy, the strict RA who seemed ever-so done with her accident-prone nature.

"Ella," said the auburn-haired girl, "I don't know what you're doing, but come on. The fire alarm's gone off."

"Missy, please. I can't go out there like this."

Missy rolled her eyes. "Well, you won't be going out there at all if you burn to ****. And I'm not getting blamed for that. Now come--" she grunted as she pulled on Ella's leg again, "on!"

Ella fell to the floor, her body still wet and draggable. Her breasts pressed to the ground, each space in the tiled floor rubbing against her nipples, creating wave after wave of small, unsolicited pleasure. She did her best to ignore it as she blindly and desperately clawed for anything her hands could reach. A wall, a drawer, anything!