<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7d/Claire.jpg/265px-Claire.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Sophie DeLaurents</span></span><br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Mascot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ventilation Shaft after the Shadow Job<br/><strong>With:</strong>Cookie<br/><br/><hr/>I was quite terrified now of this man who pulled out a pistol and pointed it at me.  The gun looked enormous, as big as my head in the tight space of the duct.  I whimpered and pulled back away from him just a little.  "Ah, mister, please, please doan kill me.  Ah ain't causing no one no harm.  Ah'll do whatever you want me ta do, jest please doan shoot."  In the midst of the fright I felt a deep stirring of desire that was as frightening in it's way as the gun and the man's angry face.  I kicked off the panties and slowly reached behind and pulled off my bra.  My blush of fear, embarrassment and lingering desire colored not only my face but down over my neck, chest and over the tops of my pale breasts.<br/><br/>Picking up my panties I crawled toward Cookie, my breasts swaying gently and my bra and panties clutched in one hand.  "Ah ken be a good girl mister.  Jest doan shoot me.  Mah uncle always spanked me when I wuz bad."  At the last bit I looked up with a tiny bit of hope sparking in my eyes.  I reached out my free hand.  "Ken ya help me outa tha vent?"