Go back to the room

If she wanted to get out of there quicker Leanne had little choice than to retrieve her mobile. If that meant going back to the room where she last saw the creep in the clown costume then if was a risk she was taking. It was more likely that he'd gone in search of her anyway. In a strange way that could be the safest place to go.

Trying to fill herself with these kind of confidence boosting thoughts, Leanne trudged back up to the third floor. She peered along the dingy corridor feeling anything but confident. Fortunately it was quiet with no sign of either Rachel or the clown.

Moving cautiously forward she found the room noticing immediately that the door had been left open. Nudging it wider she glanced inside hoping it would be empty. Through the darkness she couldn't see anything moving and stepped further as her heart beat rapidly. She was sure in someone was in there they would hear the thud of her heart against her chest as she walked ever cautiously forward.

She spotted her phone discarded at the foot of the bed where she'd dropped it and made a dash for it. Bending down to grab it she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She froze. Her tight arse stuck skywards invitingly.

"Oh, hello," The voice sounded surprised and old. Leanne bounced upright and turned to face them. A sigh of relief exploding as she met a friendly looking resident.

"Hi," replied Leanne, trying to hide the fact that her chest was still heaving. "I dropped my phone in here and I just came back to get it."

"Why were you in here?" asked the pensioner a little suspiciously.

"I'm helping around here today," came the truthful response. "I came in to see if anyone wanted anything but there was no-one here." Leanne held her breath to see how her story was going down with the old man. "Is this your room?"

"Yes it is," he replied. Limping forwards into the room. He looked Leanne up and down for a moment before focusing on her chest. "You seem to have something stuck to your, erm... top."

"Oh!" reacted Leanne in surprise as she remembered her stained clothing. "Must be something I ate earlier."

"Well if you need to clean it you can use my bathroom." offered the old man.

"Oh that's okay," replied Leanne. "I don't want to disturb you any longer."

"Nonsense," chuckled the pensioner. "You take your time. I don't get many young visitors now."

Leanne thought about it. It would be better than scurrying round the corridors trying to hide her cum coated chest. But on the other hand she really wanted to get that photo to the receptionist.