Result of your actions

You wake up just before noon still tired from teleporting around to multiple places yesterday. Most of the people you returned the flash drives to were in Los Angeles, but there were others far away like places like New York, London and Tokyo. After some stretching in bed, you crawl over to the phone to call for room service.

"Good morning, sir," the concierge answers. You've been staying at the hotel long enough that all the staff here know who you are and how important you are. Because of your fame, they haven't even mentioned bills once and they're happy for someone like you to keep staying at their establishment for as long as you want. "The usual?" the man says.

"Yes, that would be great. Thanks!"

"Breakfast will be sent up to your room shortly, sir. Have a nice day."

After you hang up, you turn on the TV and the news is on. The current report is about some hurricane in Mexico and then they move on to news about you. It looks like 1 of the famous people you had given their paparazzi pictures to had gone to the media to express their gratitude to you and hatred for the paparazzi and after that, several others had join in to praise your good deed. You're still processing the news and what this means for you when there's a knock on the door. That's quick, you think. It had barely been 5 minutes after you had called in your breakfast order.

Rubbing your eyes, you get out of bed and go answer the door. You had slept in your clothes and you don't need to get dressed as you open the door and step aside for your breakfast to be wheeled in like usual. However, when no cart is pushed in, you look out into the hallway and instead of 1 of the hotel staff in uniform, you see a young blonde woman dressed in torn denim shorts, black stockings and a blouse that hangs off 1 of her shoulders.

When your eyes connect, the blonde rushes forward and throws her arms around you. Surprised, you hug her back instinctively, resting your chin on the top of her head. She smells good, like lavender and honey and you can feel her huge breasts pressing against your body.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" the blonde says, squeezing you hard and you just stand there and let her hug you, not quite sure what's going on. She keeps thanking you repeatedly until she finally lets go when 1 of the hotel staff arrives with your breakfast and you and the blonde step aside for your breakfast to be brought in and left in your room. The hotel staff closes the door behind her when she leaves, and suddenly you're alone with this blonde you don't know in your room. Now standing apart, you look at her closely and try to remember where you recognize her from while she smiles awkwardly.

It takes you a while to piece things together. "N-A-L!" you say in realization, matching her face to the flash drive with her initials on it. "Natalie... Alyn... Lind, right?"

The blonde nods.

"Wait, how did you know how to find me?" you ask, suddenly concerned that you were so easy to locate.

"Oh, it's all over the tabloids that you're always spotted at this hotel, so I figured you might be staying here," Natalie says.

"But how did you know what suite I was in?"

"My friend's uncle is the general manager here so I called in a favor... Please, don't blame him. I just really wanted to meet you and thank you. I can't imagine what would happen if those pictures got published! Thank you!" Natalie says, hugging you again.

"No problem..." you respond, this time feeling more comfortable and hugging the blonde back.

Natalie is blushing when she releases you and takes a step back. "I know what you must think about those pictures.... I swear, I'm really not that kind of girl normally..."

You scratch your head and chuckle. "Um, I didn't actually look at the pictures. Just the first 1 or 2 to identify who you were. I think you were at a gas station, right?"

Natalie's face remains red and she smiles wider knowing you didn't look at her compromising pictures, although now you're extremely curious about what you might have seen. "Yeah, I guess it was a public place but I didn't think there was anyone around, you know? Yes, I had a little to drink, but the photographer must have been really sneaky!"

"So... what were you doing there?" you ask cautiously.

Natalie purses her lips and looks hesitant to answer but she eventually does. "I guess you could have seen for yourself but you didn't... and I owe it to you for those pictures not being public or being used to **** me or something...." she says, reasoning with herself. "I was with some guy I met at a party on the way home to my place to... you know, but we needed gas and stopped. Then we sort of couldn't wait until we got to my place so we... look," she says, pulling out her phone from her back pocket and showing you a picture of her at the gas station. It looks like she saved the pictures from the flash drive onto her phone. She hands the phone over and you scroll through the pictures and see Natalie with a tall guy with blonde hair and tattoos on his arms. In the pictures, she's wearing a blue mini skirt and tank top and her car is the only 1 at the gas station and it's night time. You keep scrolling, seeing Natalie go from pumping gas to making out with the guy, to her leaning against the gas pump and bent over with her skirt hiked up and the guy fucking her from behind, to her tank top pushed up and 1 of the guy's hands squeezing her plump breast while the other 1 hangs out exposed, to her on her knees and finishing the guy off with her mouth. The pictures are hot, but you also notice that there's a middle-aged man inside the gas station behind the counter who's looking out at Natalie and the guy she's with.

"Did you see this guy there?" you say, holding the phone out at Natalie.

"Oh, that's Roger. He's okay. He's a creep, but he never charges me for gas and that station is the 1 closest to my house. I've been going there ever since I could drive. He's harmless, so I figured I would treat him with a show," Natalie says, biting her lower lip as she explains her naughty rationale.