Joemdsuspendersroom4

From Create Your Own Story

You hold the garments close to your chest and move to the next room. Wes is next to you, looking back to see if anyone enters the room. You feel the smallness of your panties as you move, and with the added speed, you feel your chest bounce against the tied leggings. You look down every few seconds to see nothing has popped out. Without looking where you are going, your face runs straight into a wall.

It is not your proudest moment, but you do manage to take in account what you thought then was most important. You hold your chest as you spin your back to the wall, getting your bearings for a moment. You hear yelling just ahead of you. Wes? You look up and see you are beside the next doorway. Wes is in front of you, backing up. There is an older man there with a sword - a sword! Wes backs to where you are.

"Come to get gutted?" The old man snarls. As he does, Wes dives into the bag and pulls out both planks, throwing them at the man. The man turns his shoulder to the planks and shrinks back. Wes then grabs the paint cans and throws them. You hold his arm.

"We gotta-" Wes begins, but you take the top off one and just start spraying the man's head and arm. He drops his sword with another of Wes' throws.

The man yells and backs more. "Augh! Bitch!" You slowly stand to spray him more directly, and then the man moves toward you. You did not expect it, and in a moment, you are pushed back to the doorway. You would stumble and land on your back, but he has grabbed your shoulder, as well as the pants in your other hand. You drop the spray can and try to push away from him.

Wes is at the door with you, pushing at the old man. You have a moment respite to think - you could push the old man hard to let go of you, or you could kick him before pushing - you still have boots on after all.

Status
Wearing	boots, tubetop made of black shredded leggings and black bikini style panties
Mood	Fighting! No time for thoughts!
Inventory	suspenders, Wes' pants, knife, pepperspray