Neve finds the key

Bare footsteps echoed weakly down the stairs as Neve made her **** escape from the sport harpies. The tired woman stopped to catch her breath near the lobby of the building. Her hair was strewn all around her face, and her pretty nipples rose and sunk rhythmically with each pained breath.

Well, asking her neighbors for help had been nothing short of a disaster. Neve was dreading the awkward elevator rides her future had in store for her. And what did she get for her troubles? Nothing!

Neve looked down at her sorry self. She was still naked, covered in sweat, and her rump was a bit sore. Her sister got her good, almost as good as the time Neve turned her socks drawer into a mischievous, tentacled mimic… "Argh!" Neve released some of her pent-up frustration by kicking down an innocent potted plant.

Something shiny fell along with the plant… was it a key? Neve gasped. It was the KEY! “Yes, now I can get my stuff back… from where exactly? Ugh, I don´t even know from where!”

Neve examined the key. Maybe there was some an address attached to it? Well, kind of. A piece of paper wrapped itself around the shaft.

“…ction notice. If the offending items are still there by 1:00 PM, they will be disposed of, and storage container #290 made open to other customers.

Signed by Jhon Ferkmane, manager of Empty Handed Storage.

#43 Last Avenue, in front of the Exposé Plaza…”

Good, there were directions to her locker, but it was so far away! The other side of town practically… Hold on, 290 was the number on her key... “What? They are going to throw out my stuff in two hours?!”Crap, I have to hurry!”

Neve had **** but to grit her teeth, gird up her hairless loins and step outside into the street once more.