You look at Kimberly and you reach into your pocket; pulling out your card and handing it to the little teen.
"Here," You say, "it's got my number on it. Maybe we can... 'hang out' some more later on."
Kimberly giggles as she takes the card; slowly finding her clothes, "I'd like to 'hang out' with you again."
"I'm supposed to be covering a story, so I'd better get back to work," You say; getting your clothes back in order and putting away your semi-hard cock.
You notice that Ben is gone now and you grin to yourself.
"Here, I'll lead you out of here," You tell the little teen.
You give Kimberly's ass a final squeeze through her thin bikini bottoms. Her hand drops to your bulge and she gives it a couple strokes before pushing you away.
She smiles cutely, "We'd better be off before I jump you again!"
You chuckle and nod before turning and heading off; her hand in yours.
You make your way off to the left, where you were going to go the first time before you heard Kimberly screaming earlier.
Your eyes dart from side to side; making sure there are no more masked, butcher knife-welding assailants lurking around as you walk from the maze of mirrors.
Suddenly, something catches your eye off to the right. |