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Chapter 17 by CaptainPulse

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Mimi showers with Roya

As much as she hated the idea of getting intimate with her boss, Mimi knew that look on Roya's face. It was one that meant she wasn't getting out of this even if she wanted to. Of course, Roya playfully fingering the hem of her panties did nothing to ease her worries. Reluctantly, Mimi lowered her panties to the ground and stepped into the shower.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it? Now come on, help me rinse this off." Roya handed Mimi a washcloth and the submissive girl started to gingerly scrub her boss's breasts.

Meanwhile, outside, the innocent little spark had grown quite massive in a short time and was already reaching multiple floors. It didn't help that the faulty pipes in the building were preventing the sprinklers from going off everywhere. Luckily, though, the one thing that did work in the building was the fire alarm, which went off quickly enough so that everyone could get out of the building promptly.

Well, almost everyone.

"Did I ask you to stop?" Roya commanded, urging Mimi to keep fondling her breasts. As Mimi continued, she suddenly smelled something. It was like the smell of burning fabric.

"Miss Roya, do you smell that?"

"Now, really, this is no time to be worried about stinking, Mimi. Honestly, what do you think the shower is for?"

Mimi quickly turned off the water and started to hear a ringing echoing off the ceiling. "Is that the fire alarm?" Roya asked. "I wasn't told about a fire drill today." Roya, still dripping wet, walked out of the shower. "I'll have to have a talk wi-" she stopped, and as Mimi followed her, she saw why. In the opposite wall where cubbies were was a wall of fire.

Mimi asked tentatively, "Wasn't that where our..."

"Clothes were, yes." Roya finished. "Honestly, this place is falling apart." Turning to Mimi, she said. "I think running away screaming while fruitlessly covering ourselves with our hands is a good option, don't you think?"

Mimi, lost for words, simply nodded, and the two women erupted into girlish cries as they ran, dripping wet, from the bathroom and out into the main work area. Lucky for them it was already deserted. Unlucky for them, it was also on fire.

"What do we do?" Mimi asked frantically, covering her breasts with one hand and her crotch with the other.

"Well, if I know this building, our best chance to get out is the fire escape. It's either that or wait here for rescue, what do you say? I have my preference, but I want to hear what you think first."

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