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Chapter 8 by ewong ewong

Where does Isabel go?

Running Bared

Kelly thought quickly and grabbed the pants off the floor and placed them in a nearby trash can, but not before emptying the pockets. Not having any time to look at the contents, she followed Isabel at a distance. She didn't want to alert her to her presence, and to a certain extent, her state of undress. Eventually, Isabel stopped at a treadmill. Retrieving a small towel from a nearby rack, she wiped down the hand rails before stepping on. As she started running, jerky couldn't help but be entranced by the way her ass swayed in those bikini panties. It didn't take her long to decide that this was the best time to make them go bye-bye.

She crouched low as she approached Isabel from behind. She looked around and saw a few people looking at her. Kelly placed a finger upright against her lips under her nose, telling them to keep quiet. She pointed at Isabel's ass and brandished a pair of scissors. They got the message and a couple even smiled! Kelly crept closer and pinched the waistband of Isabel's pasties, pulling it out and letting it Sancho back into place just to see if she would react. After getting nothing from her, jelly smiled and pinched the waistband at Isabel's left hip. She pulled it out and in one cut, the entire left side was severed. Isabel continued to jog, unaware of the show she was putting on. Jenny had to stifle a giggle as she moved to the opposite side and slowly repeated the same maneuver. Once the right side was cut, Kelly let go, letting the panties fall on their own, hitting the conveyor belt, which carried out backwards until in land in a heap on the floor behind Isabel.

Kelly picked up the useless garment and waved it around like a trophy for the room to see. Those who were oblivious to the events this far caught up quick and now gauged at the bottomless Isabel still jogging in the treadmill, her bare ass pointed at the entire room. Kelly motioned for everyone to gather around. They stood and crouched around, framing Isabel's naked rear as Kelly got an employee to take a picture of them. Isabel didn't think anything of the group behind her, thinking it must be a party of coworkers or something. Kelly told them not to say anything to Isabel, and they all smiled in compliance, not wanting the fun to end.

Kelly looked at her prey, and wondered just how to tackle getting that shirt and bra of of her before she leaves...

What's next?

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