The open room

Thinking hurriedly Leanne shot for the open door and closed it behind her. She pressed herself against it panting frantically. Hoping the nurse had neither seen her or heard the door closing. She listened against the solid wood for any hint of what was happening back in the dingy corridor.

She heard the slow sound of footsteps. Moving ever closer. It sounded like a pair of high heels, which she guessed belonged to Nurse Rachel. Slowly they came nearer until they were right outside her hiding place. She felt sure she was about to be discovered. She began planning her excuse. What was she going to say? What could she say?

As she tried to control her breathing Leanne listened again for the footsteps. She heard them moving again. Gradually becoming quieter until they stopped followed by a door closing. Leanne breathed a sigh of relief.

She sank to the floor and relaxed for the first time in a while. Looking up she realised she was in one of the residents' rooms. She had no idea whose or if they were even in there with her. "Umm... Hello?" she called out. There was no response. Cautiously she moved further into the room. It was just as shadowy as the rest of the building with little natural light or furnishings. "Is anyone on here?"

It was still deathly silent. Leanne wasn't sure if this was good or bad considering what she'd had to contend with so far. Either way she stepped further until she was in the middle of the room. With no sign of life she took a seat on the edge of the bed and pulled out her phone.

"At least I got this," she announced, looking at the photo she'd taken. She inspected it closely. It was a clear image of both Nurse Rachel and the naked old man. Then Leanne noticed something unusual about the pensioner. "Fucking hell!" she exclaimed. "His cock is huge!"

She stared at the picture for a few minutes. Not quite believing the size of the old man's member. It didn't even look to be fully erect. She was so focused on his genitals that she didn't even notice someone sitting next to her on the bed until it was too late. Seeing something out of the corner of her eye she glanced to the side only to be grabbed from behind by the creepy clown.

She let out a scream but quickly stifled it for fear of being heard. The clown had his hands over her pert tits. Squeezing them firmly. As he fondled her Leanne's eyes were wide with fear. She tried to struggle but the hold on her was too strong. What did this guy want? Leanne had a few ideas and none of them sounded appealing. That's when a thought entered her mind. He was just a guy. Wearing the suit and mask he was something else too. But essentially he was a guy and guy's are all very similar.

She gazed downwards and saw what she suspected. All that groping had given the guy a noticeable erection tenting up in his pants. He was clearly excited about the situation, which is more than could be said for Leanne. However she could use this to her advantage. If he wanted something out of this then she would give it to him.