A Crowd For Check In

After a very embarrassing cab ride during which the gorgeous local cab driver managed to wheedle every detail of your trip so far, while seemingly spending at least as much time checking you out through her rearview mirror as looking at the road, you arrived at the hotel red-faced and doing your best to cover your crotch. You got some looks from the women manning the valet station, but you rushed past them into the lobby leaving them ogling your uncovered ass.

The first thing you noticed upon entering the lobby was a large crowd, composed entirely of young women, milling around by the doors. The noticed you immediately, and there laughter was very audible. You tried to ignore them and rushed to the front desk, where thankfully there was no line. The woman at the desk looked you over with a smile, almost as if she hadn't noticed your nudity.

"How can I help you today sir?" she asked.

"Hi, umm.., I'd like to check in" you stammered.

"Of course. What is the name?" she asked.

"John Doe" you replied.

"Great! May I please see your ID?" she asked.

"Well... I don't have it on me..." you start "Some of my belongings were lost at the airport." You hear more laughter behind you as the crowd listens in.

"I see... hmm... we are required to check IDs when a guest arrives... I'll have to check the policy for what to do when a guest doesn't have one"

You wait as she clicks around her computer, trying to ignore the comments from the crowd about your ass and what they can guess about your cock. Behind the plexiglass front desk is a full wall of mirrors allowing you to see the women taking photos and videos of your front and back simultaneously.

"It looks like we can get you checked in, we just need to get you to verify some biographical details and go through a quick security measure" she told you.

"Great, thank you so much!" you answered, relieved that this will soon be over.

"Can you tell me your full legal name and the address on the card you booked with?" she asked.

You suddenly aren't thrilled about your name and address being included in these videos, but you have **** but to answer.

"Great, now we can just go through the security questions you answered when booked. Where was your first job, what is the name of the town you grew up in, and where did you go to college?"

You realize how easy these questions will make it for anyone who hears this to find your Facebook, Instagram, and LinkedIn profiles, but there doesn't seem to be any option other than to answer.

"Ok. It looks like all of that checks out. One final thing, we need to take a picture to be able to identify you in case of an emergency."

With all the picture that have been taken so far, you supposed that one more couldn't hurt so you agreed.

"Ok, one more thing sir. The policy says specifically that the picture must be taken with the guests hands by their sides" she told you.

"It really says that" you asked in disbelief.

"It does, look" she answered, swiveling her monitor so that you can read the pdf she is viewing. Sure enough she was telling the truth. You groan, then move your hands, trying to block out the whoops from the crowd. You feel your erection coming back at the worst possible moment.

"Say cheese!" The camera flashed as you reached full mast, the crowd cheering and filming from behind. "Ok, you are all set. You'll be in room 303, here is your key card. You'll be happy to hear that, while almost no one takes us up on it our entire facility is clothing optional. Enjoy your stay!"

You weren't necessarily happy to hear that, but you were happy to finally be about to get some privacy.

"I was able to find a whole bunch of social media pages!" Tammy told her friends. "I wonder if anyone he knows is anywhere close by"

"Maybe we can find out" Natasha suggests. "Anyway, how long do you think we should wait?"