Chapter 7
by 
Splart7
What now?
P A N I C
Indecision causes Anna to panic when the door opens, and throw one of the hand towels in the maintenance guy’s face.
“The hell-?!”
Anna runs past him, squishing the remaining towel to her tits. Once the moment of intensity passes, maintenance guy takes the towel off his face and gets a good look at Anna’s ass jiggling as she runs away, and a good look at her face as she turns to run up the stairs.
“Fuck fuck fuck”