She decides to check into a hotel instead

Vanessa started her engine, and was about to drive back home, when a thought occurred to her. It would be stupid to just go home for the night. People using the app would see her location and realize that's where she lives. It would be like painting a target on her house. She needed to find a place to stay for the night, somewhere the app wouldn't be able to track her. Vanessa drove aimlessly for a while, her mind consumed with thoughts of what had just happened. She realized a big enough hotel would be the best bet. People using the app would know she's in the hotel, but they wouldn't be able to find out which room.

As Vanessa continued driving, she noticed a large hotel sign looming ahead. It was a well-known chain, and she hoped it would be big enough to provide the anonymity she needed. She pulled into the parking lot and approached the front desk, trying to maintain a calm demeanor despite her racing thoughts. The officer at the front desk, his name tag reading "Jack", looked up from his computer screen as Vanessa approached. He smiled, his teeth white against his tanned skin.

"Can I help you, miss?" he asked politely.

Vanessa **** herself to smile back, trying to keep her voice steady. "Yes, hi. I'm looking for a room for the night. Do you have any vacancies?" She asked nervously, glancing around the lobby.

Jack typed something into the computer before looking back up at her.

"Yes, we do have a few rooms available." Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the good news. She pulled out her wallet, hoping he wouldn't notice the tremble in her hands.

"Great, thank you. Can you please just give me a room somewhere quiet, away from the main entrance?" Jack lifted an eyebrow at Vanessa's special request. He took a better look at her and spotted her FUI bracelet.

"Oh, why didn't you mention you're a special guest?", Jack said slyly. "Special privacy requirements, I see? What do you say I put you in our penthouse suite? You can stay there as long as you need."

Vanessa's heart sank as she realized the front desk officer had noticed her FUI bracelet. She had been hoping to avoid any kind of attention. But there was no going back now. She **** a small smile. "Thank you, but I am afraid I can't afford a penthouse suite."

Jack leaned forward on the counter, his smile turning predatory. "Don't worry about the price, I can see you're loaded with my favorite currency." He winked at her. Vanessa felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She had **** but to accept his offer. Vanessa took a deep breath and nodded, her stomach churning with unease.

"Alright, thank you."

Jack typed something into the computer before looking back up at her. "Consider it taken care of. This keycard will open the door to the penthouse suite." Vanessa took the keycard from him, her hands shaking slightly.

"Thank you," she managed to say, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.

Jack nodded, his smile widening. "You're welcome, miss. Enjoy your stay."

As Vanessa turned to leave, she could feel his eyes on her. She took a deep breath and **** herself to walk slowly, trying to appear calm and confident. Vanessa walked towards the elevators, her mind racing with worry. She didn't know what Jack's intentions were or if he would try anything once she was alone in the penthouse suite. Vanessa waited impatiently for the elevator to arrive, her eyes darting around the lobby. As the doors slid open, she stepped inside and pressed the button for the top floor. The elevator ascended with a soft ding, taking Vanessa up to the penthouse level. As the doors slid open, she peered out cautiously.

The hallway was quiet and dimly lit, with a soft glow emanating from the crystal chandeliers hanging overhead. The walls were adorned with expensive artwork, and the plush carpeting muffled her footsteps. Vanessa opened the door to her penthouse suite with the keycard. The room was enormous, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city. The king-sized bed was draped in luxurious linens and sat in the center of the room, surrounded by plush chairs and tables. But the most welcome sight was the luxurious bathroom with a jacuzzi. Vanessa started running the water to fill the tub, and then grabbed the complementary toothbrush kit. She was glad to get to brush the taste of the police officer's "breathalyzer taste" out of her mouth. As Vanessa stepped into the tub, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. The warm water enveloped her body, easing some of the tension from her muscles. She leaned back against the tub, listening to the soothing sound of the running water. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.