stick around for the fireworks

You duck in behind the vending machine and keep a close eye on the bathroom door. Seconds later you see a fuming Brad bolt out of the door and come carining down the hallway, you duck behind the machine as he flies past you and down the stairs. You here the exit door to the dormatory slam shut and believe that the coast is clear. Stepping out from your sanctuary behind the vending machine you give off a subtle laugh as you turn towards the bathroom end of the hall.

Not six inches from you is a very vibrant, very pissed off red head in a bath towel. Before you can catch hold of the situation a hard open handed slap reddens and pains the right side of your face as she storms off down the hall.

You just stand there in awe, confused, but agreeing that you probably deserved more than that. You can't help but watch her ass sway back in forth in her towel as she struts furiously down the hall. About 5 feet from her door her towel gives way and slips to the floor, an embarrassed but still fuming red head covers her breasts with her arm and turns to face you, reaching down for her towel.

You can't help but notice that as she raises back up there is a smirk on her face. Was the towel drop intentional? Was that an invitation to fuck her again, this time with her consent? Better write that room number down.