Push past

With all the fury she could muster Leanne stepped forward ready to burst her way through to freedom. Unfortunately she tripped on her jeans once more and was again sent to the floor. With the clowns erupting in fits of laughter Leanne discarded the offending garment, kicking them free, before noticing a gap appearing between the legs of her tormentors.

Quickly with the clowns distracted she crawled to freedom. Her tight panty clad arse wiggling as she sped to her escape. Without looking back she got to her feet and flung open the door before stepping out into the corridor. Thankfully it was quiet but in her current state of undress she'd need somewhere quieter to hide for a while.

Leanne looked around her at the line of random doors. Any one of which could lead to either more trouble or relative safety. She could also just try another floor. She wasn't sure if that manic group of clowns was finished with her just yet and wanted to get as far away from them as possible.