The drone sprays paint to lock Jessica out

"What exactly are we going to do?" Derrick asked Justin, who was attaching a spray nozzle to the drone.

"It's simple, really," Samuel explained, "we spray this paint to the bottom of the sliding door so that it dries and makes the door stuck."

"Interesting plan," Derrick continued, "you think it'll work?"

"I don't know, but with a bod like hers it's worth a shot," Justin finished the attachment as Derrick started flying the drone out.

It was a hot day out, and Jessica didn't want the heat coming into the kitchen, so she slid the door until just an inch was open. Looking around and using her hand as a visor, the towel-clad lass didn't see anything until the drone popped out of the bushes and startle her. The drone then squirted drops of paint onto the bottom track of the sliding door before retreating again.

"Whatever, fuck this..." Jessica sighed before walking to the sliding door and pulling on it, realizing that the paint the drone had solidified, jamming the door in place. The inch she had left it open was too narrow to let her or anything else of value go through. Jessica was stunned at this, sighing and not knowing what to do.