"Yes Madam, How May I Help You ?"

The hotel receptionist tried hard to hide her amusement as she watched the angry young woman dressed in nothing but a white lace teddy stalk back across the lobby from the lift. She had just fielded a call from the new occupants of the room complaining about a mad woman running around in her underwear. "Yes madam, how may I help you ?" she greeted Debbi again. "Where are your cleaners ?" Debbi demanded. The receptionist glanced at her watch. "They'll be on their break at this time" she replied. "Where's their break room ?" Debbi wanted to know. "Through there" the receptionist pointed before she had time to think. "But madam, you can't go through there" she continued but Debbi was ignoring her and was already disappearing into the backroom corridors of the hotel.

She soon discovered a small kitchen area, where a small team of young women dressed in overalls were sitting at a table drinking coffee and chatting in a foreign language. They looked up in astonishment as the scantily clad woman burst in on them. "Who's responsible for cleaning on the fourth floor ?" Debbi began with no preamble. One of the young women looked up. "What have you done with my clothes ?" Debbi accused her. "I left them in the bathroom there, one of you must have stolen them !" The cleaners looked worried. They were eastern European immigrants on minimum wage and in a highly **** position in a foreign country. They relied on this job and could ill afford to lose it. Fortunately for them, their supervisor Olga was older and more experienced and was not going to stand for her girls being maligned in this way.

Olga turned on Debbi. "My girls good girls, they no take things from room. You bad, come here accuse of such things." Debbi stood her ground. "They must have done. I left them, the guests in the room now say that there was nothing in the bathroom and the room had been cleaned. You took them" she pointed angrily at the girl who seemed to have admitted being responsible for cleaning that floor.

"You bad" said Olga. Taking Debbi completely by surprise, she came at her, grabbed hold of her hair, bent her double and dragged her over to the table where the girls were seated. Reaching behind her, she grabbed the thong style back of the teddy and hauled it right up Debbi's back, giving her the mother of all wedgies. Her buttocks had been bare enough as it was but the view from the back was now positively obscene. SLAP...A hand came firmly down on Debbi's ass. "OW !" "You bad, accuse my girls." SLAP..."OW" "Girls good girls, no take things from rooms." SLAP..."OW, stop it" SLAP, OW, SLAP, OW, SLAP, OW, SLAP, "OW, stop it." SLAP, OW, SLAP, OW, SLAP, "OW, stop it, look, I'm sorry." SLAP, OW, SLAP, OW. "Look, I said, I'm sorry. I must have been mistaken." Olga let Debbi up. "Say sorry to girls" she ordered. "I'm sorry I accused you. It's just my clothes have disappeared" Debbi said, shamefaced. "So we see. You go now" Olga told her.

The cleaners began to converse again in their own language once Debbi had gone. "Her clothes are in my locker" Natasha admitted. "No problem" said Olga. "I didn't steal them, Terry said they weren't needed and it would be alright to take them" Natasha explained. "No problem" said Olga.

This time the receptionist could not hide her amusement as Debbi returned to the desk, her ass as red as her face. "Yes madam, how may I help you ?" "My bag please" Debbi answered. She had temporarily left it in the care of the receptionist once it had been determined that at least her bag was there, even if her clothes weren't. The receptionist handed it to her. Debbi's phone had text messages stacked up. Jeff had given her half an hour to be back in the boardroom for the meeting to cross the 'i's' and dot the 't's' on the deal. She had used up all of that time by now. She delved further into her bag for the reassuring feel of her car keys. Did she dare detour back home and throw on some clothes first ? Her mind began to form strategies for rushing into her apartment without being seen. Much like now, as she ventured out into the car park and tried skulking between cars.

It was then that realisation hit her. Her car was not there. They had all come by taxi from the office this morning ! With the greatest ****, she returned once more to the familiar lobby and the reception desk. "Yes madam, how may I help you ?" "Er, could you call a cab for me please ?"