Look in a room

Despite her earlier problems, Leanne still preferred to be behind closed doors. Her need to be in a less open space was increased when she inspected her clothes ready to dress. In her haste to leave the room and avoid further embarrassment, Leanne had managed to lose everything but her bra and the panties she was already wearing.

After admonishing herself for being so distracted she moved hurriedly down the corridor. Eager to get out of sight. The last thing she wanted was to be seen now, especially by the two guys in the room she’d just left in such a hurry. She could hardly go back in and ask for her clothes now. Once she felt a safe distance the young woman picked a door at random and made her entrance.

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. Slowly she creaked open the door and peeked inside.

"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 lacey 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.