Piggy back ride!

Samantha hated the thought of being carried again now that she could move around on her own two feet, but the thought of ending her enforced nudity made it bearable. Sighing, she got behind Tom, put her hands on his shoulders, and hopped up. Tom caught her legs, turning his arms into a seat that let her rest against his back with her head slightly higher than his.

The AI said nothing as Tom ducked to get through the door, but after a few steps out into the hallway he stopped. "Uh, so, what's your room number?"

"Oh right. It's 311," Samantha said. Then, to lighten the mood, she added "Now onward, my steed!"

"And here I thought I was your knight in shining armor," Tom grumbled before trotting off toward the elevators.

Pete joined him, and they rode down in awkward silence. The slow elevator ride gave Samantha time to reflect on things, but all she could think about was her naked body pressed against Tom's shirt. Her small breasts were flattened against his upper back, and her pussy and anus still felt slimy from whatever the robotic vet had smeared on them. She hoped none of it got on Tom's clothes, she would just die of embarrassment if he thought she was getting wet at a time like this.

Luckily he didn't seem to notice anything. Even when the elevator stopped and he started walking again, every step making Samantha's body drag up and down his shirt, he said nothing. None of them spoke until they reached the door marked 311, which automatically opened to let them in.

As soon as she was on the ground again, Samantha rushed to the closet and started looking for something to wear. Of course she found none of her clothes there, the closet was only filled with Tiffany's outfits. Their bodies were similar enough that everything should fit her, but the tops would all be loose around her comparatively small bust.

After some back and forth, Samantha settled on a sandy yellow wrap dress. It looked just fine once she'd pulled it tight, and she immediately felt more at ease. Turning around, she beamed at the guys. "Thank you so much! You really pulled through to get me out of this awful situation."

Tom smiled back at her. "I'm glad it worked out. Now if you can find your ID we can put it behind us for good."

"Right!" Samantha started digging through the luggage, but she couldn't find her ID, passport, or anything else that would have identified her as a person. Tiffany must have gotten rid of them to keep her trapped like this.

She wasn't going to give in to despair though, not when she was this close to freedom. In the end it was Pete who found a reason for her to stay hopeful. "Why don't we just wait for the cops? They can help you contact the embassy for a copy of your papers, right?"

"Yeah, probably. How long will it be until they get here?"

"The police are expected to arrive between 9 and 10AM tomorrow," the AI supplied. "That is in approximately 11 hours."

"Great. I guess we should get some sleep?" Tom asked.

"I'll need another ride up to your suite then," Samantha said. "Otherwise the AI will probably stick me back in the kennel."

"That is correct," the AI said as if it were being helpful. To her surprise the unnecessary robotic comment made Samantha giggle.

Tom laughed too. "Do you have anything else you want to take with you?"

"Anything that would matter is gone, if Tiffany put my things in the room's safe there's no way for us to get at them. But I won't be able to sleep for a while, so I might as well take this," Samantha said as she grabbed a book from one of the open suitcases.

"I can carry that for you," Pete offered. "You probably want Tom to carry you again."

Samantha nodded. "No hard feelings? It's not like I'm afraid you'll try anything, I'm just more comfortable this way."

"I wouldn't blame you if you were. I'm sorry about-"

"It's fine. Let's just not talk about it, please." Samantha said before handing over the book and climbing onto Tom's back again

Being sandwiched against his back was a lot less embarrassing with clothes on, Samantha found. She was still glad when they were back in the suite and she could get off. Since the suite only had two bedrooms, they decided Tom would sleep on the couch and Samantha could have his bed.

Pete gave back her book, everyone said goodnight, and then she was alone.