“Two.”
“Fuck!” She cries, “Ow!”
“Three.”
I ram my shoulder into the door, once, twice, the old creaky wood groaning under the pressure. It splinters on the third and opens right up on the fourth.
I barge through, expecting to find her fallen in the shower or on the floor but instead I find…
Her ass sticking out the window, the upper half of her body lodged in the tiny window frame.
I knew she wouldn’t fit, which was why I hadn’t worried about her escaping out of it. But clearly this woman had no perception of space.
“Get out!” She screams.
An icy chill is slipping in through the tiny gaps at the top, but it appears she’s stuck around her hip area. The shower was running but she hadn’t gotten in it. The time she’d spent in the bathroom was used in this foiled attempt at escape.
She wiggles trying to free herself but for whatever reason she can’t back out.
“Did you really look at the window and think you’d fit?” I laugh, admiring the view of her ass, my sweats stretched tight over the plump cheeks of her backside. “Not even a child would fit through there, little storm.”
“Yes, well,” she huffs, “You didn’t leave me much choice.”
“What more do I need to give you, princess?”
“Take me home.”
“No.”
“Then leave me here to die trapped in this fucking window.” She growls out on a defeated sigh, her body slumping awkwardly.
“Not going to do that either.”
“I’m stuck.” She sighs.
“I can see that.” I cock my head, peering beneath her. She had lodged her hips into the window but that wasn’t what was keeping her there. No, the sweats are caught on a piece of the frame, all tangled up and the more she moves, the tighter it gets.
“Would you like some help?” I offer.
“Well, obviously, asshole.”
My hand smooths up the back of her thigh and she stills.
“Say please.”
“Everett!”
“Come on princess, use those manners,” I tease, my hand running up and down the back of her leg.
Her body shivers. “Cold?” I ask.
“Please,” She grits out.
“Good girl,” I praise and revel in her little gasp of shock. “I’m going to need to cut these off.”
“What!?”
“They’re stuck,” I advise, “And it’s the easiest way to free you.”