Inna walks towards the exit that will lead her to the ballroom, happy to leave Juli and Anna behind. Striding into the adjoining hallway, she see Resha in the next room, with her back turned and talking to a couple of her friends. In a glance, she knows who they are, the reasons they came, whether their hair and clothes are in fashion and the odds they’ll turn towards her. “Maybe I can duck out until she leaves…but I don’t want to hide from that b*tch”. The hallway has no adjoining rooms or closets and she panics. “Just this once. Revenge is best served cold. She’s the queen of slander and it’s time she gets a dose of her own medicine”. A lightbulb goes off and she quietly opens the window, stepping out onto the fire escape running along the side of the house.
To keep her dress clean, Inna pulls it up above her knees, holding the loose fabric in a hand with her purse. Warily eyeing the grates that floor the fire escape, Inna bends down and crawls forward on her knees and other hand past the room Resha is in. “Yuck, they never clean this” she thinks, “looking at her dirty hands and knees”. The dress is tight over her butt, slowing her down and she raises the hem a bit more, embarrassed to be showing her legs, even with no one around.
Peeking through the window of the next room, she sees the coast is clear and stands, lifting the window open, letting her long dress fall down to the grating to free her hands. She takes off her shoes and quietly sets them down inside the house, then starts to push up though the window. Her elbows rest on the sill with her purse in one hand and the hat and veil in the other. As soon as her center of gravity is through the window, she feels that her dress is staying behind.
Caught off guard, with her hands full, Inna freezes, feeling her dress slip off of her. The strapless dress slides, exposing her breasts behind her coat. As her arm strength fades and she slides forward further, the dress stops at her hips.
“Ung” she grunts, her stomach landing on the windowsill, a desperate maneuver to catch the dress [2]. She can’t reach and feels the top of the dress at her calves [1]. Missing the dress, she grabs her panties instead and pushes her self through the window. The dress slides off her feet and she lands inside with a thump.
“it’s a wardrobe malfunction, don’t panic. Time for damage control”. She quickly buttons her coat, rubbing her knees to remove the dirt, and puts the hat and veil back on. The fur coat leaves most of her thighs exposed and it stops just below her butt. Inna tries unsuccessfully to pull the coat down. A few inches of her oversized panties show below the coat [3]. “I hope that looks like a short skirt” she thinks “now there’s a second reason I’m glad I’m wearing these” she thinks “I always feel…distracted…when wearing sexy underwear”.
“Just need a little touchup” she says to herself, seeing no one is around. Opening her purse, she realizes it’s full of red candles. “That teenaged klepto is so on my list” she says to herself. Inna starts to peek back out to get her dress and she hears voices approaching. In frustration throws her purse out, closes the window, and turns towards the voices.
“This is a good spot for fresh air” says an older balding man in a dark pinstriped suit. “Just needed to come up for air”. “Came for a different kind of air myself” says the man, pulling out a cigar. Inna impatiently pretends to be interested in a family photo, waiting for the man to leave. Five minutes later, she opens the window and bends forward. On the grating she sees her purse, with several candles spilled out. Her dress is nowhere to be found.
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