Cut to Arnie.

Arnie was too pissed off to read. He sat stewing in his office, checking his phone. The security company app put the estimated time of arrival as between two and four a.m. He didn't get paid enough for-

He was startled out of his reverie by a banging from the front desk area. He got up to investigate, leaving his cup of coffee. He was briefly worried that there might be actual burglars or other criminals nearby.

At the front was a woman banging her head against the glass. She was leaning against the door, slowly moving her head back and forth on the glass. As he hurried to the door to deal with her, he got a better look at her. With his eyes adjusting to the light he could see that she was topless, with her tits pressed up against the glass.

"Just a second miss, I'll help you!" He started to unlock the door when she pulled back. "Hey Arnie!" He paused. How did she know his name? "I'll be Roland and you be the guy in the desert!" She looked around with confusion, causing her to almost lose her balance. "No wait, you're Roland. Come get me, Arnie!" As he was finally getting the lock open, she fled into the dark.

Did she know what he was reading? What the fuck was going on? He hastily shut the door behind him and gave chase. Even with a head start, she was so drunk he had no doubt he could catch her.

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Janet quietly slipped into the building, cursing herself for putting Sam at risk again. Who knows what that creep would do if he caught her. She resolved to be quick as she headed for the security room.

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The woman was directly in front of him trying to climb a fence. He got to her just as she made it over. She landed in some bushes and grinned up at him. "Hey Arnie. We're gonna be quit. Quick! We're gonna be fast and then we'll stop having me in danger." She woozily got up to run but ended up stumbling away. Christ, he didn't know how to handle some **** addict breaking in and running around the place. He usually just kept an eye out for burglars and car thieves and called the main office if he saw something suspicious.

He hopped the fence and gave chase, but he quickly realized where she was going. "I'm gonna get alllllll your tapes!" She cried and jumped into the swimming pool. She surfaced, water bouncing off of her full breasts. "Oh fuck that's cold. That's cold, Arnie!" She shivered a little, her tits jiggling again in the dim light. "What are we gonna do? I'm trying to figure out where the tapes are." She looked frustrated. "Where are the fucking tapes, Arnie?"

He didn't know what to do. He could call it in to the main office, but something stopped him. If they came out and found him messing around with a ****, half-naked woman in the swimming pool, it wouldn't look good for him. He resolved to try to find a way to deal with this that didn't involve reporting it.

"Ma'am! I know it's cold! Please, come out of the pool and we'll get you dressed and warmed up!"

As if responding to voices he couldn't here, she let out a whoop. "Found it! It's on a etsy card! They keep all their shit on a etsy tape." Her elation gave way to concern. "Now I better get Sam and get out of here." Her eyes widened again as she continued her nonsensical monologue. "That's me! I gotta tell her where I am! Janet! Jaaaaanet! I'm in the poooooooooool!"

He looked around. Was this more nonsensical rambling or did this woman have an accomplice? Screw it, he'd better call it in. "Wait right there, ma'am. I'm going to get help." He pulled out his phone to dial the main office but was distracted by another sound. "Jerry!" The woman in the pool cried as he was tackled hard from behind. Facedown on the ground, he heard the woman in the pool say, "You're right. That's was fuckin' sloppy."