You manage to pry her off your shoulders and throw her to the ground, but the moment you try to run she quickly catches you and wraps herself around your leg.
"What a hunk!" Greta rasps, still clinging tightly to your leg as you drag her out of the laboratory and try to shake her off. "Ohh, where have you been all my life?"
You finally manage to kick hard enough for Greta to detach from your leg and fly through the air.
"Oh, so you like it a little rough?" you hear her say as you turn and run.
The sound of her feet scampering across the floor behind you encourages you to speed up and run as fast as you can. You finally reach the end of the hall and throw open the door to the stairwell, not even stopping to catch your breath before sprinting down a flight of steps to the next floor.
There's no way you can make it all the way down to the ground floor of the tower like this. You need to find a place to hide. You run down the hallway, glancing back and forth anxiously, until you notice that the door of a janitor's supply closet is slightly ajar.
You run into the closet, slam the door shut behind you, and check to make sure it's securely locked.
Only then do you lean back against the door and pant to catch your breath before breathing a deep sigh of relief. In here, you should be safe from those things. And especially from...
You hear a feminine giggle and get goosebumps all over your body.
Looking down, standing on the floor next to the janitor's mop bucket, you see Greta.
"Finally, some privacy," she says.
She puckers those terrifyingly huge, plump red lips of hers.
You reach for the door handle and it breaks off in your grip, leaving the door still securely shut.
Greta leaps through the air and catches you by the shoulders, slamming you against the wall of the tiny closet as she plants more sticky kisses all over your face. The force she knocks you into the wall with causes several brooms and mop handles to collapse, further blocking the door.
You try to scream for help but she quickly silences you by pressing her mouth against yours. Her legs wrap tightly around your torso as her tongue probes your mouth.
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