get your s-THE BILL?

Pulling yourself up right, you pulled your bra down with a blush, and began looking around the motel room you found yourself alone in. Sherin seems to have dissapered from the room along with the others. You were the last one left to leave. "Great friends" You thought as a wave of sadness washed over you.

Jumping out the bed, you hunted about for your clothes, but to no luck. They where not in the bathroom, closet, floor or even on the bed. Thankfully, you came across your phone. It was a small black smart phone that would be considered ancient in todays day and age. Pulling up your contacts, you looked at them in hopes of finding a solution to your nudist problem.

Not many. You sure as hell were not gonna ring Sherin after basically being used for a orgy then left one night stand style, and you'd die of embarrassment if you called your granny. As you swipped through deciding on a game plan, the door unlocked. Standing there was a tall, rough but friendly looking ginger. His slightly muscular chest was barely soon through a baggy cheap white shirt and his jeans scruffed up slightly. On his chest, he wore a plastic black name badge with some very bold words in a light neon blue. "John - manager"

He grinned slightly. Him entering had sent your heart ballistic with embaresment at being caught near nude. You darted into the latex bed and threw a pillow in front of you like a shield. He reached into his pocket, not uttering a word, and left a small recite on the counter. "Remember miss, kink time is a accepted form of payment" And he left you alone once again with now just the bill. "Kink time? " You whispered as hair fell in front of your tomato colored face.