Not This Time

After coming so close to disaster, Aiko wasn’t surprised to see Roxanne flee the scene before she could escape from the confines of the sofa. She squeezed the last of her way out and sat back on her haunches.

With a break in the chaos, the Japanese-American took a moment to assess the chaos. She was sitting on her behind in her bra and panties. Thankfully, the front of her bra wasn’t sheer, so her nipples remained hidden.

Aiko pushed up her sizeable tits and rearranged her bra before getting to her feet. She hid it well, but inside, she was filled with rage and embarrassment. Roxanne had run circles around her, other than a brief interlude where she caught her by surprise. Sadly, she felt like the odds of sneaking up on her again were low.

She took a deep breath and proceeded back into the entrance hall. This time, she ascended the steps to the next level. The house appeared to be silent. She couldn’t even hear the vague sound of Roxanne’s boots moving around.

The silence made her uncomfortable, and she stopped on the landing. With two sets of stairs leading up to the next level, she paused. If anything was going to happen, it surely had to be here.

Then she saw it. The light appeared to catch something glinting on the ground. Aiko squatted down to take a closer look.

She smirked. “A trip wire. Nice try.”

Aiko followed the wire, figuring it must be attached to something. It led to the wall and then followed its edge toward the door leading away from the left-hand stairway. When it reached the door, it began to rise upward until she saw a heavy-looking red balloon.

Now, it made sense. She tripped over the wire, stumbled forward, and then landed perfectly where the balloon would fall. But not today.

Aiko left the tripwire behind and continued her way upwards.