Get dressed and leave

Leanne stared at her clothes. Her vest was ruined thanks to the doll’s orgasm. There was no way she could walk around like that without anyone seriously questioning her. And after Abbie’s accusations earlier that was something she really didn’t need. As bad as it was to walk around with just her bra covering her pert tits, at least she could try to find an alternative top somewhere.

Her best bet would be one of the bedrooms. Not wanting to spend any more time trapped with the perverse doll she thought another one would be better. She peeled off her stained top and tossed it in the bin. However, after replacing her panties she picked up her jeans only to find the buttons had been destroyed by the doll as he popped them open. She couldn’t wear these either. Not without them falling down anytime she tried to walk somewhere.

Left in her underwear Leanne stepped out into the corridor. Feeling very underdressed she moved along cautiously. Listening for the sound of approaching voices.

However, as she turned the corner Leanne suddenly found herself face-to-face with a guy in a clown costume. The creepiest clown she’d ever seen. And in this situation that was the last thing she needed.

The two of them stood there staring at each other in silence, making Leanne feel even more uncomfortable. She was even more eager to get out of sight now. Especially away from the horrible, unblinking stare of this freak.

Picking a room at random, and hoping it was both empty and had a something she could wear, Leanne knocked on the door and stepped inside. According to the name plate outside the door in question belonged to a Mr. Richardson. There was nothing remarkable about the name it just seemed as good as any other door on the corridor.

"Um, Mr. Richardson?" she enquired nervously. She saw a large shape over by the bed move as she called out. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the low light of the room. Was Mr. Richardson already with someone? She really didn't need to be seen like this wandering into a resident's bedroom. As the shape moved again Leanne realised the large shape was Mr. Richardson and only Mr. Richardson.

"Mmm... Hello there!" he said sleazily. "Why don't you come closer beautiful?"

Despite her best judgement Leanne did as he asked and stepped forward into the room, allowing the door to close behind her. She watched the huge figure of the old man shuffle further along the bed in order to get a better look at her exposed young body.

"Mmm..." he grinned. Practically drooling. "I like your outfit. Very sexy!"

"Um, th-thanks," replied Leanne as she tried her best to cover her lacy underwear.

"So are you here for a bit of fun?" asked the seedy old man. Leanne had to fight her gag reflex. Mr. Richardson was an enormous mass of flesh. She had no desire to do anything with him, let alone the things he was likely thinking of. Of course coming into his room as underdressed as she was probably sent the wrong message.

"Why... Why don't we just talk for a bit?" suggested Leanne hopefully.

"Talk? That doesn't sound like my kind of fun!" replied the pensioner as he hungrily licked his lips. "I don't think you came in here looking like that just to talk, did you?" Leanne would have a time explaining the reason she was dressed like this but she doubted Mr. Richardson would listen or cared. Either way it didn't look good. "So why don't you be a good girl and tell me why you're really here. Or should I call for help?"

Leanne really didn't need that. It was hard enough trying to explain her current dishevelled appearance the Mr. Richardson never mind a member of staff. She'd had to please the old man's desires one way or another.