Not Just Yet

Aiko tried to climb to her feet, but the oil had covered every part of her body, and followed her from upstairs. Each time she got to her feet, she had to brace her legs just to stay upright again. She wanted to cry but couldn’t as the oil dripped through her ruined hair and down her face.

“Help me, please,” Aiko begged. “I can’t get home like this.”

Aiko fell down again as her feet slid out from under her. Once again, with her face in the… oil, Aiko made one last attempt to get up, using the bottom of the staircase for help. This managed to stabilize her for a moment, even if she couldn’t wipe the oil from her stinging eyes.

“You’re right,” said Roxanne from behind. “You can’t.”

Somehow, the punk princess had reappeared from the dining room via one of her secret passages. She carried a long-range grabber in her hand. It must have stretched at least six or seven feet. Aiko hadn’t yet seen this, though, due to her total focus on staying upright.

Roxanne reached out and pressed the lever to extend her grabbers across the hallway.

There’s no way I’m going anywhere near this oily gremlin… not with the amount of money I spend on my hair.

Roxanne slid the grabbers toward Aiko’s ass and grabbed a handful of her undies. Before the babysitter could react, the grabbers had pulled out her wedgie, and the greasy fabric now rested halfway down her ass.

“Wait…” Aiko grabbed the front of her panties. “Aaah!”

Letting go of the stairs caused her to lose her balance again, and she clattered to the floor. From there, it was child’s play for Roxanne to finish the job of removing her sky-blue panties.

“Winner winner, chicken dinner.” Roxanne held the panties on the end of the grabber before dropping them with a slap to the ground.