Mistaken identity

As you (finally) arrived on the third floor, post-it in hand, you checked to see the hallway was empty before sighing in relief. The embarrassment you felt in the lobby now forgotten, you now confidently walked towards your room, eager to finally be clothed. However, just two steps away from the door, you heard a door opening at the end of the hall, not 50 feet from where you're standing! Turning toward the noise, you see a crowd of drunk women laughing over themselves and cheering.

'Oh no, the Bachelorette Party..." you remember as you try to find somewhere to hide.

"Whooo! Best night ever!" A woman wearing a "Bride to Be" sash exclaimed.

"Hey, is that our stripper?!" One of the pther women yelled.

"But it's a dude. We definitely wanted a woman!" Another woman shouted.

"Hey. It's a stripper. We'll take what we can get!" The "Bride to be" replied.

You see easily a dozen w9men now rushing toward you. Your too shocked to cover yourself, and now you find yourself swarmed by women (lesbians, if you heard right).

"We can't let this stud be naked out here all night! Let's get him back inside!" One of the other women said.

And before you could react, you felt hands claps your shoulders, arms, and even a couple on your bare ass.

"Wait, ladies! This is a mistake!" You try to move your arms to get away, but to no avail.

Soon you're taken inside the pentouse suite and the door shuts behind you, sealing your fate.

Meanwhile, out in the hallway, two polished shoes in dark blue pants strut down the hallway and stop in front of a small yellow piece of paper. A hand picks it up and reads the five-digit code written on it, as well as the room number. The pther hand holds a phone saying "penthouse suite, Bachelorette party". A female voice groans as she places the phone into her pants pocket. She adjusts her police belt and badge.

"That asshole stole my gig! Well, I guess he forgot his key. He definitely had nowhere to hide it. Let's see if he has anything I can use to compensate my wasted time..." the woman smirked as she dialed the number on the keypad and opened the door...