The Girl Down The Hall

Christina had enough.

She had flown in late the night before. He job was to model at a trade show this weekend and these were the sparse few hours before it started she had to get some real sleep.

She glanced at the clock and rolled her eyes with disbelief. She would expect to hear vacuums and housekeeping in the hall, not moaning, screams and animals from somewhere down the hall.

Christina walked over to the bathroom mirror to look at herself. Her slender face, high cheek bones and wide blue eyes gazed upon her pale complexion.

Maybe I should just get ready. She thought to herself as she pulled the baggy t-shirt tight against her petite frame to look at the double d shelf beneath.

She breathed slowly and heavily gazing into the reflection of her eyes just enjoying how beautiful and perfect her skin was this morning, her large breasts jutted out on her 5'2" frame usually enabling her to gaze up along the sight lines of those looking down at her cleavage.

She cupped both her breasts leaning towards the mirror when she suddenly stopped to question what she was doing.

It must be all that moaning she thought. She didn't know why else she suddenly felt a touch horny.

Stepping out of the bathroom she heard talking walk by.

Finally, Security will shut this down. She opened the door and peaked out to watch a lithe raven haired Security guard with her rather plainly proportioned partner stop at the room two doors down.

Just as they knocked the whole door came flying off the wall. Christina stepped fully out into the hall in shock as the woman was knocked off to the side and the guy crumpled under what was left of the door.

For a moment a grey hulk of a form seemed to linger there before turning to look straight at Christina.

Her jaw dropped as she gazed upon the enlarged ears embracing a tusked face as it coiled a phallus tipped trunk against its chest.

It started to step towards Christina, clear over the female guard who seemed to gaze with disbelief upon the large dick that passed over her between the heavy set legs plodding away.

Christina's momentary entransment with the elephant man was broken when the sound of her room door closing shut brought her back to reality.

She threw herself against it but it was too late. It was locked.

Here she was stuck in just a t-shirt and panties in the hall with some kind of monster. She turned to see the elephant mans trunk about to grab her.

With sudden panic she screamed and ran feeling her t-shirt tighten momentarily as her sudden momentum pulled it free of the trunk like phallus' grip. She raced down the hall hearing the thundering steps chase after her.

As she turned the corner by the elevators a maid stepped out of a room she had just cleaned to be crashed into. Christina in her panic crawled into the room slamming the door behind her as the Fillipino maid began to raise her objections.

Almost as soon as she sat up back behind the door the hallway went quiet.

Christina listened carefully. She could hear moans coming down the hall... And what sounded almost like gagging.

Carefully creeping up the door she peered through the peep hole.