Tell her the truth

"Ahem!" coughed Abbie, her arms folded as she stared at Leanne with a look of disbelief at what she had walked in on. Leanne's cheeks went red with embarrassment and she stood upright, adjusting her dress to cover her modesty somewhat unnecessarily given what Abbie had already seen. She was trying desperately to think of a response to the stunned young woman as she tugged uncomfortably on the short red dress. It suddenly didn't feel quite long enough to hide all over her nakedness. There was a damp feeling around her crotch as her juices slowly ran down her soft flesh.

All of this was only making it more difficult to create a response. She knew she had to say something but couldn't justify her actions in any reasonable way. In the end she figured she may as well just go with the truth. Abbie wouldn't like her answer either way and probably wouldn't believe her. But she also needed to know about that creep running around in a clown suit doing who knows what to people.

"Umm..." Leanne began to speak but found it was more difficult than she imagined.

"I hope you have a good reason for doing... that!" declared Abbie, who was a little embarrassed herself.

"Well, you see... there was this, I mean..." Leanne took a deep breath as she tried to focus. "Somebody made me do it."

"Somebody made you... masturbate?" questioned Abbie. Her arms were folded even tighter and she was growing more sceptical the longer this conversation went. Leanne nodded in response, realising herself how stupid this was sounding already.

"I was helping one of the workers carry some boxes and we brought them in here. Then I found this outfit and got changed ready for the Halloween party." Leanne paused as she recounted her story, carefully leaving out the part of her earlier state of undress and **** need for new clothes. "I was in here alone, tidying everything away, when this clown came in..." Abbie suddenly perked up and seemed much more attentive as she heard this.

"Sorry, did you say a clown?" Leanne nodded slowly. She didn't like the sudden change in expression on Abbie's face. She was still looking serious but a different kind of serious altogether. "I think you'd better come with me."

The young woman turned and headed towards the door. Leanne didn't know what this meant or if she even believed her story, but she figured it would be best to follow. She didn't really want to stay in that room by herself any longer anyway. The two girls entered the corridor and set off for their destination with Abbie leading and Leanne following obediently behind. After a few minutes they reached a room which Abbie unlocked with her vast set of keys before opening the door and gesturing for Leanne to step inside. Again she did as she was told, walking into the room and immediately noticing how empty it was. The only furniture consisted of a chair and desk plus a large wardrobe in the corner. Before she could ask Abbie any questions the young woman closed the door and locked it again with her on the other side.

Leanne tried the door in a panic but it was fastened shut. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, wondering what mess she'd gotten into now. She took a seat on the chair questioning if Abbie believed her tale or just thought she was insane. If it was the first then she knew more about that creepy clown than she was letting on.

She had been waiting in the small room for a few minutes and was starting to become more and more concerned. Why was the door locked? She remembered Abbie telling her that all of the room were open so what was so special about this room? As she thought her eyes fell on the wardrobe. It was quite a large unit for such a small room. It also appeared quite old, like some kind of antique. She became gripped by the piece of furniture and realised she'd been staring at it for some time so, since it didn't look like she was going anywhere else any time soon, decided to have a look inside.

Slowly she creaked open the left hand door. She wasn't sure what she expected to see inside but still seemed a little surprised to find it filled with an assortment of clothes. They weren't modern clothes and Leanne guessed they belonged to the residents. She then tried the other door and immediately wished she hadn't.

Inside, waiting menacingly for her, was that creepy costumed clown.

Frenetically she dashed for the door, hammering wildly on it as she pulled unsuccessfully on the handle. She turned around, her back tight against the door. There was no sign of her tormentor yet. She looked hopefully around the room for a way to defend herself. At the other end, beyond the wardrobe and its menacing contents, was a small window. Just wide enough for her to squeeze through.