Annie finds a topless woman cuffed in her bed

Annie returned to her motel with a grim expression. She spent the whole morning looking around and asking people, but she found no women that matched what she had seen. Maybe she was in another hotel?

In any event, Annie was swamped. She returned to her motel to get a little shut-eye to recharge her batteries and try again. She entered her room and found a tall maid sitting on her bed. “Ah! Sorry. I’m-a, I’m cleaning the room. Can you get back later?”

“Ok, no problem.” Welp, napping was out of the question, but eating wasn’t! Seeing Laura devour her breakfast like a hungry coyote had killed Annie’s appetite earlier, but now it was back with a vengeance. There was a dinner down the street, Annie would go for a quick bite.

“Ah, that was good.” Annie patted her full stomach as she returned to the motel. Now she really could go for some shuteye. On the way in, the sleuth crossed paths with the same maid from the night before. “Oh, perfect timing. Have you finished my room? I could go for a nap!”

“Yeah, yesterday. Your room is not on today’s schedule.”

“But, someone was cleaning my room about 20 minutes back.”

“Well, seeing as I’m the only maid that works for this dump, that’s impossible.”

“Wait, that can’t be right, then who was-?“ A flashback hit Annie like a lightning bolt. The other maid, she knew her, it was the licking woman from the beach! The redhead grabbed the real maid and dragged her along.

“Hey, where are you taking me?!”

“My room! You have an impostor.” Annie kicked open the door and sidestepped a maid uniform that was discarded on the floor. She looked inside and gasped.

“What the hell?!” cried out the real maid, entering right next to Annie.

“Eek! You weren’t supposed to be back so soon!” The brunette wailed and grimaced. The woman was sitting on Annie’s bed wearing only pink panties on her sleek body. The sleuth couldn’t help but stare at the pair of colorful nipples saluting her, or the pair of lively breasts that surrounded them.

It wasn’t hard to know what the topless woman was thinking, Annie could read her flustered face like a book. The woman wanted to cover, to escape the gaze of the two clothed intruders and run away to the ends of the Earth.

Impeding this amazing escape was the chain that tied the brunette’s ankles to the foot of the bed. They were secured in place by a combination lock, a password that the topless woman was desperately trying to decipher. “Come on, come on!” she complained as she spun the numbers on the lock.

“Don’t be alarmed, I’m here to help you!” Annie said. Her words underscored by the flashing light coming from behind her. The maid had taken a photo of the scene, prompting the naked woman to squeak and fumble with the lock faster.

“What?” replied the maid, noticing Annie’s look of contempt. “That’s not something you see every day.”

With a *click* the cuffs opened and the woman was finally free. She opened the window opposite to Annie and jumped out. “Wait! We are on the second floor!” the redhead poked her head out the window with alarm. It wasn’t a long fall, but the woman could still get hurt.

To Annie’s relief, the mysterious intruder landed on an open trash bin, although she didn’t seem too happy about it. The brunette climbed out of the gunk with a face looking like she just sucked a whole lemon in one go. “There’s no reason to run! I just have some questions!” Annie screamed.

“Eek!” The woman paid no heed to Annie’s words. She grabbed the lid of a nearby trashcan and used it to cover her chest as she sprinted out of the alleyway.