Voices

Megan froze as she crawled closer to the hole, suddenly feeling Jasmin bump against her. In panic she pressed a finger to her lips, and the pair of them knelt there in silence.

There were voices coming up from the bookshop. Megan's heart began hammering in her ears, making it difficult to pick out exactly what was being said, but it sounded like the mall's two security guards.

She glanced at Jasmin, the other woman's eyes wide as the words "broken ceiling" and "maintenance" drifted up towards them. Was it just bad luck that security had come in and found the hole, or had the boys alerted them.

Beside her Jasmin shifted, their bodies pressing together again as Jasmin whispered "What are we going to do?"

Megan tried to think, but her mind seemed more focused on the fact that Jasmin's elbow was now pressed against her bare breast, sensations tingling through her bodies. As much as it pained her to admit it, a tiny part of her really wished she'd been able to cum in the store room earlier, it might have left her with a clearer mind now no matter how embarrassing it would have been.

Megan looked back, light shining from the hole in the storeroom ceiling. Sure they could crawl back, but then they'd be stuck in the storeroom again.