Almost

As the elevator doors slowly shut, a wave of relief washes over you. At the very last second, you see a middle-aged woman rush into view, trying to catch the elevator at the last second. But before you can react the doors shut completely and the elevator begins moving.

Your relief is short-lived, however, as the elevator almost immediately comes to a stop and dings. As the doors slide open you look up above the opening to see that you are only at the second floor. You stand in the corner of the elevator and give an awkward smile as an older man wearing a Slaking Hotel branded bathrobe steps in. Your anxiety spikes as he sees the button for the 15th floor already lit and simply stands there satisfied. The doors close again and you are left in an awkward silence with a strange man old enough to be your father. You look down to avoid eye contact but out of the corner of your eye you see him staring at your bare pussy. Your anxiety urges you to look up at him to try to gauge his intentions, but he takes even the briefest moment of eye contact as an invitation.

He steps over to you, standing next to you and reaching his arm around your shoulder. "You seem a bit lost," he offers in his most fatherly voice. "Are you here to meet someone?" Oh no! He must think you're some sort of escort!

You pull your hat down over your eyes and show him the key card in your hand. "N- no," you mutter. "I- I'm just stopping by real quick-"

"It's okay, no need to be shy," he interrupts. "If you want to hang out with me first I can make it worth your while." His words sound like a mere suggestion but the tight grip he has on your shoulder says that he isn't likely to accept a quick "No".

As the annoyingly long elevator ride continues, the man gets even more bold, reaching his free hand between your thighs and feeling up your exposed slit. "I'd hate to see a girl so pretty get into a bad situation," he says, trying to act protective despite actively molesting you. "My name's Hank, what's yours?"

"I'm, ah!" your voice catches in your throat as he prods a fingertip inside you. "Amber."

"That's such a pretty name, Amber," he replies as he pushes into your hole up to his knuckle before pulling back. He takes a moment to look at hand, eyeing the remnants of Blue's cum sticking to his slick finger. "Damn, someone's been busy," he comments, wiping his hand clean on his bathrobe.

The elevator dings again, this time with the last number, 15, illuminated above the door. "I guess this is the stop for both of us," Hank says, half to you and half to the non-existent bystanders.

You step out into the quiet hall with Hank's arm still wrapped around your shoulder. To go back to your room for Blue's wallet you need to go left, but you can tell Hank is trying to guide you to the right.