Someone Knocking On Her Door

"Coming!" She yelled.

Emma quickly turned off and got out of the shower, with her entire body still covered in soap. She grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around herself and processed to the door. All of the sudden the knocking stopped, Emma was confused at that point, so she opened up the door and stepped out into the hallway, to see who was knocking at her door, but there was no one in sight.

As she wasn't paying attention, the door slowly start to close, and than Emma heard the door, click shut behind her. She quickly turned around and turned the knob, but it didn't budge. Emma was in just a bit of a pickle. She was locked out of her room with only the skimpiest of towels to cover herself. There was no way back in as the door without the key, which was laying inside on the bedside table.

The towel barely covered her nipples - it only just reached below her sex. As a skirt, it could not have been shorter; as a dress, it could not have begun any lower. Holding it at the back, she was not sure its two ends actually closed over her bottom - it was not an item of modesty. Emma was for a moment rooted to the spot - or rather rooted to her door handle.

Emma reasoned she had two alternatives – knock on some random person’s door, to get some help or she could just simply go down to the reception desk and get another key.