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Chapter 33 by CaptainPulse CaptainPulse

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Run

"What?" Trixie and Gloria said at the same time. Panty Raider grabbed Trixie by the arm and bolted down the hallway, barreling through two hazmat girls in the process.

"After them!" Gloria yelled, prompting the rest of her team members to pursue the vigilantes.

As fast as a rabbit, though showing much more skin than one, Panty Raider dashed through the halls, her **** sidekick close behind (and with a very good view of one). When they came to a fork in the hall, Trixie yelled, "Turn right." Putting her faith in her, Panty Raider followed her direction and darted into the right path.

The hazmat members followed their targets down the hall, but when they turned right, the underdressed vigilantes were nowhere to be seen. They looked at each other confused, trying to figure out what just happened. That was when one of them noticed two things: an open grate into the ventilation shaft, and a ripped pair of camouflage panties. They immediately went back to report to Gloria that the two women had fled into the vents.

Outnumbered though they may have been, Panty Raider and Trixie had a distinct advantage over the hazmat team. Due to their positions in the office, they knew the halls of the building better than anyone, so outmaneuvering their pursuers was easy. When Panty Raider pulled herself to the right, Trixie knew exactly where she was. She jumped up and pushed away a loose panel in the ceiling. As she was about to pull herself up, Panty Raider jumped up in front of her, sending Trixie to the ground. She didn't notice, but when she hit the wall, not only did she jostle the grate off the ventilation shaft, but she caught her panties on it, slipping them off delicately. She pulled herself off the ground indignantly and followed her boss into the ceiling before closing the panel back up.

"Well, I'd say that worked out swimmingly." Panty Raider said as the hazmat team left. She smiled at Trixie, who glared back at her, reaching back to rub her bruised heinie. She froze, however, as her hand came into contact with bare skin, and she looked behind her to see her shining derriere, glinting in the limited light.

"Sure, why not?" Trixie sighed, dejectedly.

"Hey, chin up, partner." Panty Raider delivered a hearty slap on her exposed butt. "Your body is nothing to be ashamed of."

Trixie shot daggers at her boss, pulling her shirt down to cover her intimates. "Let's just go, okay? They're gonna be searching the vents, so we can make our way outside while they're distracted." She turned around and started crawling away, her ass cheeks gyrating with her motion. Panty Raider smiled; her ward was finally coming into her own.

As they traversed the inner mechanisms of the building, they came to another loose grate in the ceiling (or floor, from their perspective). Trixie opened it up and two exposed butts fell down into...

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