Meanwhile Caroline

Caroline had been enjoying a mostly quiet night at the bar.

Well aside from the constantly tight feeling outfit she seemed to constantly be adjusting discreetly, and the strange item that housekeeping left at the counter for her. She fidgeted with it whenever at the cash. Tapped it on the counter when waiting for customers or activity.

Glancing around Caroline tugged the blouse out from her chest, it just felt so constraining. So tight she couldn’t even feel her... Caroline started to question herself. Feeling along her shoulder her face contorted with concern, she had worn a bra to work.

Now it was gone. Grasping down her chest she could feel her bare A cups, her hard nipples reacting strongly to the sudden touch. Glancing around Caroline exhaled in relief that the bar was practically empty.

Turning around she fidgeted with the tusk, trying to think if she somehow removed her bra. Or didn’t put one on. Struggling to make sense and alleviate her panic her fingers rubbed up and down the tusk, its warmth pulsing and exuding a strange calmness.

While she felt a deeper sinking in her stomach.

She gasped in surprise as she felt as if the uniform pants and shirt were shrinking around her.

“It’s just a panic attack. Just a stupid meaningless panic attack over something that I likely just didn’t wear.” Caroline mumbled to herself, her instincts telling her there was something amiss.

Suddenly she dropped the tusk in a panic, her attention called to the bar doors as seven scantily clad women came in, looking like background dancers for a rap video.

Her internal conflict calmed, Caroline quickly grabbed a cloth, wiping down the bar and throwing down coasters. Her mind half wondering if someone with more money than they needed had a cadre of hookers here for an orgy tonight.

Shaking her head momentarily trying to shake the very unlike her thought Caroline greeted the girls, asking what they wanted.

“Hold, on, before we begin, I’d like to put this all on my room.” Christy stated gesturing to the girls not to argue, pulling out her idea she presented it and her room number.

“Okay, usually there is a $100 bar max per night to be billed to rooms.” Caroline replied skeptical of how far that would go depending on what these girls wanted.

“Check the computer, I’ve made advanced arrangements for this.” Christy replied, confident the Idol had more than enough influence over the hotel now to ensure this. Glancing over her shoulder she grinned at the couple making out heavily in the far corner by the fire place.

“Hmm... Seems you have. My apologies, never seen that before.” Caroline responded courteously. “Now what will you be having?”