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Roxanne fled deeper into the house, far away from the atrium. She had both of Katie’s brown sneakers and her black skinny jeans under her arm. She was filled with glee at how her plan had worked. A simple decoy in the dark was all it took to deliver Katie’s greatest exposure yet.

Damn, that was so hot. She’s got a great ass; I just want to slap it. No, no, I can’t get distracted now. This isn’t over yet. I can have fun later.

Of course, the fun she meant was the final humiliation. The loss of that final piece of clothing and the total humiliation of her victim. She may not have had the chance to stand around and gawk at Katie, but her surveillance system had definitely picked everything up. With the faces blurred, this would make a great clip for her website.

Roxanne felt herself hot as the image of Katie losing her pants wouldn’t escape from her mind. Once she reached her destination – and the sight of her next play – she couldn’t help but brush her hand across the crotch of her own skinny jeans. Her body responded how she expected, a wave of warmth washing over her.

She shook her head as she hid Katie’s clothes. This wasn’t the time.

Roxy moved into a longer hallway and into the upstairs TV room. Plush chairs sat around a vast wall while a projector hung above her head. Bookshelves filled with leather-bound books were positioned around the wall. She grabbed her homemade repeating crossbow from behind one of the bookshelves that she’d hidden before Katie’s arrival.