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Chapter 16 by CaptainPulse CaptainPulse

What's next?

Follow Trixie's instructions

As much as she loathed getting ordered around by Trixie, Roya realized she had better chances of getting out of here with something over her ass if she followed her directions than she did going outside. She'd get back at her really soon, though. Probably (scratch that, definitely) involving exposure of her goods to the office.

Remembering the layout of the vents that she had seen on building plans, she inched her body down the shaft, her copious behind getting stuck a few times. I need to expand these vents. If I can't fit through them, how effective can they be? she thought to herself.

After what felt like a long time, Roya saw the ventilation grate leading into the storage warehouse. She pushed it out and scrambled her goods onto a shelf next to the vent. After a second, shorter struggle getting her ass through the small opening, Roya climbed down the shelf, her butt cheeks jiggling with the motion of her legs. Setting her bare haunches on the floor, she took a look around the room. She had never gone down here before; this was work for lower-level employees, not the boss. She started searching through individual boxes, trying to find one that looked like it could fit the drone. It took about ten minutes, though it felt like an hour, of shuffling around on bare feet, occasionally covering her ass out of habit, before she found the drone on top of the old office fax machine.

About fifteen minutes after she'd told Roya where to go, Trixie got an alert on her computer that the drone had been activated. "Great job, Bubbles, now to get my little trophy." She said to herself as she turned on the scanner. After a few seconds, an image came up on her screen of...

How does Roya look?

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