Jessica has an idea on how to get back to the hotel

She had no money, no phone and no idea where she was or where her hotel was. What she had was good looks, a short skirt and a tight, wet pussy. If she wasn't careful however, those three things might pull her deeper into trouble than she already was, she realized.

As if to confirm her last thought Jessica jumped and shrieked with surprise when a hand came out of no where and harshly spanked her leather wrapped butt, fingers digging into the supple flesh.

Shocked, she twirled around to face her “attacker”, her eyes widened as she saw the lecherous gaze in the old man's eyes. And he was old. Judging from the wrinkles in his face and the far receded, gray hairline, Jessica guessed the man to be at least seventy, not even young enough to be her dad.

Her tummy knotted up with discomfort when she saw the unveiled lust he regarded her with, shamelessly looking down to take in her skimpily-clad form with a disgusting, appreciative smile, his hand still keeping a tight grip on her left butt-cheek.

He said something in Dutch and the horrified actress could smell the **** on his breath as she tried to recoil instinctively, but to no avail.

“No...” she moaned, looking around for help, but seeing none of the passersby ready to jump in, either ignoring the public molestation or acknowledging it with an amused smirk. Realizing it was on her to free herself she planted both hands against the old man's chest to push away, but he was not willing to give up that easily, his other hand coming around to grab her other buttock to pull her tight.

“Stop it...” Jessica gasped through clenched teeth, “Please...”

She was not sure if the man was too drunk, if he did not understand English or if he just chose to ignore her plea, but either way he was not bothered, instead leaning in to kiss her!

“IIEK!” the old, moist lips coming closer to her face were too much for her to handle and before Jessica even knew what she was doing she had reached up with her right and gave the presumptuous man an open-handed slap across the cheek.

It was not a hard slap, but it was enough to startle grandpa for a moment, his eyes widening and that moment was enough for Jessica to slip free of his grip, pushing herself off his chest and staggering away. She didn't even hesitate for a second, just turned and hastily walked away, as fast as her heels allowed it on the cobbled street.

She **** herself not to turn around, just begging to any God she could think off that he was not going to pursue her. Her mind raced, but she did her best to think of a solution. She needed to get back or all of this would end in disaster!

No money, no passport, no clue where she was...

If she made it back to her hotel she was certain that she would be able to get into her room despite not having a room key. It would be quite embarrassing, but they would recognize her and let her in. From there on she would be a bit humiliated, but her life would move on and she could just act like it never happened.

The problem was that she had no idea, not even the slightest clue, what the name of her hotel was! When she had arrived at the airport a hired driver had waited for her and taken her to the hotel without her having to worry about a thing. And she had been too tired from the flight to pay attention to something as trivial as the hotel's name when he dropped her off, never thinking she could get herself into a tight spot like this...

As she walked past an internet cafe she considered walking in. She could just google Amsterdam hotels and check them out one by one, hoping she would recognize her own from the pictures on the web. It would take a while and she realized that it was quite possible she would just skip past it. She had been jet-lagged when she entered the hotel and had paid as little attention to the exterior as she had to its name.

Walking on she had a better idea, one with a much better chance at success. Her agent had booked her hotel for her. Surely Jacob would remember the hotel's name and would be able to tell her! All she needed to do was call him and ask. She wouldn't have to tell her story, wouldn't even have to lie, just leave most of it out. She had left her hotel and had no idea what it was called. That was all he needed to know.

She thanked God that she had made herself memorize Jacob's number. An agent like him could be useful in any situation and knowing how to get in touch quickly could be crucial. Of course when she had done it she hadn't exactly thought of this kind of situation, but nonetheless this could be what saved her now!

A warmth spread in her chest as hope came back. She glanced into a pub as she walked by, seeing a big clock. Just past 2 in the night. From her flight she knew that Amsterdam was nine hours ahead of Los Angeles, so back home it was about 5 o'clock. At this time of day Jacob probably was still at his office, so even if he didn't remember her hotel's name it would only take him a second to look it up.

Jessica was relieved, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. All she needed was a phone to call Jacob and she would know where she had to go. It couldn't be that hard, everyone carried a phone!

On the spur of the moment the starlet turned right and walked into a random bar. It was small and dark, with only a few patrons, Jessica realized as she stopped briefly to check the situation. Perfect for her intents.

There were four parties in the run-down joint: a fat bar-keeper, lazily polishing a glass as he watched some soccer match on the bar's tv, looking rather discontent, even intimidating.

With him at the bar sat a man. He had his back to her on a stool, also watching the match with a half-empty beer in front of him. Due to his position Jessica couldn't tell too much about him. He was dressed in washed out jeans and a brown leather jacket, short brown hair and seeming to be of average built. From what she could see she guessed him to be about 40, but in the end she wouldn't be surprised if she was off by a decade.

At the other end of the table two men, or rather boys, were playing a game of pool. She assumed they had to be of legal age to be in a bar, but she had a hard time imagining they were older than twenty. One was a pale redhead with a cute amount of freckles, but through his plain white shirt Jessica could see that he liked working out: his pectoral muscles and upper arms tested the fabric of the shirt and overall Jessica couldn't help but think of him as attractive despite his age. The other boy looked to be Eurasian, Black hair, short beard and dark eyes, half a foot smaller than his companion but of equally athletic built. It was his turn at the game and he sank two balls, moving with ease.

The last party was the biggest and the loudest. Seven men in their early thirties sat in a corner booth, empty and half-filled glasses on the table as they loudly talked and laughed, obviously already more than a bit drunk, just having a good time.

One of these people had to give her access to a phone...

As Jessica contemplated her decision who she would approach she glanced back over her shoulder and her heart froze in shock when she saw who was following her...