No robe today

Jen reaches out her arm to get the white robe at the end of the rack. Just as her fingertips are about to touch the fabric, the rack is pulled in the opposite direction. One of the stagehands drags it away, not seeing Jen behind the dresser.

“Get these robes on over to the other set. The planned reshoot has been approved and they need these robes over there for one of the stars,” one of the stagehands tells the man pulling the robe rack.

“Whoa,” the robe rack man replies, “do you know which one is going nude?”

The stagehand shakes his head, “Nope, but they want these reshoots on complete lockdown so clearly they don’t want anyone to find out.”

Speaking of finding out, Jen is not going to be a sitting duck and be found here like this. With everyone around clearly distracted, she rushes back to the curtain surrounding the set and runs right through it. She quickly slams on the brakes as she was about to run onto the studio lot without realizing it! She ducks back down behind a crate and sighs to herself.

“I gotta get out of this. Where can I go to get this fixed?”

Almost like a sign, a gust of wind pushes itself from the outside into the open door of the building. While the gust sends a shiver down Jen’s already shaking body, the breeze also floats a piece of paper towards her. The paper falls at her feet, and she curiously picks it up; reading it over.

“This… is a list of the writer’s room. The staff on my show are in Building B. And this is…” Jen looks up to see a large A painted on the wall in front of her. “Subtle.” She peers over the crate to see a large B painted on the outside of the building just past the small walkway. She could have gone that way to begin with instead of going to the Ironheart filming area!

“Oh my God, finally some luck. I just need to run over to Building B, get to the writer’s room, and find out exactly what’s going on with the story here. Why is my show going like this?” Jen then looks up to the viewer, “Why couldn’t I fight Todd back there? It’s like my body wanted to be stripped naked, but I clearly didn’t.”

Jen gets from behind her crate and starts running towards Building B. She looks ahead and it’s a clear shot at this moment. Her bare feet hit the asphalt as she sprints to the door. Her breasts jump up and down with each step, her nipples getting as hard as they can be pointing forward.

She looks over her right shoulder to the open parking lot area. No one around, no vehicles in sight. It’s just a straight run to the door and…

Where are those voices coming from?

She turns to look to her left and sees people walking along the side of Building B. They would clearly see her rush the door. Without thinking, she dives over the bushes into the large flower bed to her left and hides behind. Jen positions herself just out of view from anyone walking by. Or at least she hopes.

She looks through the leaves of the bush in front of her as she hears footsteps. As she looks up, she sees and knows exactly who it is.