Scattered Memories

Dodger was hiding in a storage closet on the second floor of the hotel, panting with anxiety. A concerned guest had obviously alerted hotel staff about the strange naked girl and now they had security guards searching the hotel, looking for Dodger. She didn't really know why she was hiding from them, they were after all, hotel staff, they could probably help her out, if she explained the situation, maybe give her some clothes to wear. Still, she hid from them, because she didn't know how she'd got into this hotel, but she had the distinct impression that it was probably prohibited. Also, she was technically guilty of public nudity. What if they turned her over to the police? She had no ID, no money and no memory of what happened last night.

Actually, that last part wasn't true. As Dodger sat in the corner, flashes of memories from last night came to her. A memory of being in a darkened club. A memory of Tom from The Syndicate Project channel buying everybody Jaeger shots. A memory of Erin brushing hair out of her eyes, then kissing her. A memory of trying to do the splits and straining her calf muscle. A memory of a pain in her lower back. She was clothed in all the memories, so it had to be later in the night that she'd lost her clothes. She needed to find them, she couldn't sit in this cupboard all day.

Dodger poked her head out of the cupboard, checking that nobody was coming down the corridor. When the coast was clear, Dodger quickly ducked out of the cupboard and dashed down the hall. She would try to find a way into an empty room. There she could at least find a towel or some sheets to cover herself, and she could possibly hide out there until her memory came back. As she neared the end of the corridor, Dodger heard voices coming up the stairs.
"Well, she wasn't downstairs, so let's search up here." That was one of the security guards, Dodger was sure of it. Panicking, she tried the handle of the door closest to her. It was locked. The next one down? Also locked. Third time lucky? No dice. Dodger figured she'd only have time to try one more door before the security guards came up the stairs and saw her. She flung herself at the fourth door-handle, and to her relief, it opened. She flung herself inside and quietly closed the door.

Her relief was short-lived however. Dodger turned around to find that the room she'd entered was not empty at all. Sitting at the desk, with a laptop open was a woman. She was in her early-mid 40's and her entire look said "business". She had medium length bottle-blonde hair tied back in a sleek knot. She was wearing a white blouse, with a light brown suede jacket and a grey denim pencil skirt. She was wearing sheer black stockings and had a purple scarf loosely wrapped around her neck.

Dodger could tell she had startled the woman, to be honest she'd startled herself, she was expecting this room to be empty. Fortunately, neither of them were startled enough to cry out. Dodger could hear voices outside the door. The security guards were right outside the room. Before she could even think of what to say to explain this situation, the woman got up from her laptop and gave Dodger a withering stare, the kind that had probably won her a lot of business contracts. The words died halfway to Dodger's throat. She stayed silent.

The woman quickly rushed over to Dodger and pressed a finger up against her lips. Dodger was startled by that too. Once the voices had moved away, the woman removed her finger and walked over to the bed, beckoning for Dodger to follow her.
"My name is Heidi." The woman said. "I am sure there is a story here, but I don't have time to hear it all, just tell me the bullet points version, and I might be able to help.
Dodger explained the situation.
"No memories, huh? I've been there. Now, about your situation. I might be able to help you, but of course, you'll have to do something for me. I'm a businesswoman first and foremost and I know you should never do anything without getting something in return, so what can you give me?" Heidi asked. Dodger was at a loss.
"...uh...um...I...I don't have anything on me right now obviously, but if you give me your phone number I can call you once I'm out of this mess and we can organize something. Do you have a product that needs promoting? I have a decent following on the internet." Dodger stammered.
"No, that won't do at all." Heidi said, "I'll need something now. If you give me something, then I can either lend you my phone and let you call someone, or I might be able to lend you some clothes. I don't think they'd fit you though, you're a very small girl."
"...um...what, could I give you?" Dodger asked. Heidi was quick with her reply.
"Well, I'm from Seattle, but I'm here on a business trip. I'll be here for several more days, and then I have to go to our corporate offices in Singapore, then on to Melbourne. I'll need something to keep me entertained..."
"I'll tell you what..." Heidi said after a quick pause. "I'll let you use my phone, or my laptop, if you take a few photos for me, of your gorgeous naked body like that, and maybe a quick little video. Just some stuff to stimulate me while I'm pleasuring myself." Dodger was appalled by the very thought of it. She just stood there, struck dumb. She couldn't see any other way out though. Heidi could report her to security at any time. After a few moments of silence, Dodger meekly nodded her head, unable to look Heidi in the eye.

Dodger took a few dozen snaps of herself naked for Heidi, and then recorded a short video, less than two minutes for Heidi to enjoy. It was basically just a shot panning all around her beautiful body. Heidi was looking through the photos.
"I'm very happy with these. The last time I went for a girl was when I was in college, but your body is just so damn nice, I couldn't resist. I especially like your tramp stamp." Heidi winked at Dodger at that last part. Dodger was momentarily shocked. Tramp stamp? What tramp stamp? She didn't have a tramp stamp. She had a few tattoos, but they were all artistic and meaningful, not trampy.
"What do you mean?" Asked Dodger, "I don't have a tramp stamp."
"Oh honey, I hate to disagree, but it's right there." Heidi laughed as she turned the phone around, showing the shots of Dodger's lower back. There it was, right on her lower back, a tramp stamp. It wasn't anything normal though like a tribal print, or a dolphin or a butterfly, instead, on her lower back, were written three words in an artistic font. OPEN FOR BUSINESS, with an arrow pointing straight down at her asshole. Dodger was mortified. She remembered again the lower-back pain and realized this must be what caused it. She'd got so drunk last night she must've got this tattoo.

Dodger was so mortified she momentarily forgot that she had access to Heidi's laptop now. Heidi led her across to it. Dodger wasn't entirely sure what to do, so she logged on to her own Youtube channel and saw that she'd clearly vlogged last night, and uploaded some of the clips. Dodger clicked on the newest video on the channel, posted 9 hours ago, that meant the video was uploaded about 3am. Dodger saw herself on the screen. She turned up the volume.
"Hey everybody. I'm not gonna lie, I'm a bit tipsy." Said the video-Dodger, "Anywho, I'm here with the others and we're just about to go into this strip club, it's called Cherry Blossom." The video then cut to a clip of Dodger pole-dancing on the stage, clothed, but slowly undressing. Tossing her clothes out to the audience. The video ended abruptly just as Dodger was beginning to remove her pants.

Dodger was confused and thoroughly embarrassed, but she now had a lead to go on. She had to get to the Cherry Blossom club and see if she could find her clothes.