The hotel

Nat steered her feet down the rubble-strewn streets of the old city, Druuna scurrying behind her, the black-haired woman moving fast in an effort to keep up with the blonde.

“Where are we going?” Druuna asked Nat, who replied with a simple:

“You’ll see.”

They then spent five minutes of walking through an area where plenty of people were out moving and where the houses, all in various states of ruin, showed signs of being inhabited; windows standing open with noises such as talking or singing being heard from inside or laundry tied to the sills.

The pair of women manoeuvred their way past the peddlers trying to sell them whatever it was that they had either grown, manufactured or foraged, until they reached the building that apparently was their destination.

Druuna saw that the place was a bricked two-story building which had unusually enough had seen some repair, newer and paler bricks contrasting with the darker colour of older ones here and there, while the windows were all hidden behind metallic window-covers which looked relatively new.

“What is this place?” Druuna queried, finding that it stimulated her well-developed curiosity.

“The Bay City Hotel,” Nat replied, just as a man carrying a rifle came strolling round the southern corner of the house, “I’ve got a room here.”

The man with the rifle eyed Nat and Druuna with an increasingly excited look upon his face, but made no effort to stop them as they crossed his path and entered the building.

Well inside, Druuna found that the first room which they came into was a small one, with the sun illuminating it as its rays flowed in through the open front door. Behind a large and battered desk, a barrel-chested man was sitting, wearing a leather jerkin and resting a shotgun against his swivel-chair.

“Ah, Nat!” The man said with a smile, barely noticing the small key which she now held up for him to see, instead looking at Druuna.

“And I see that you’ve brought a friend with you…” The man said, eyeing Druuna’s curvaceous body as she and Nat walked past the desk.

“You know me, Terrance, always on the lookout for a few kicks.” Nat replied to the man as she and Druuna exited the small room and entered a staircase.

“This place is pretty well organized,” Nat told Druuna, “Hal runs it, and guards the door, while a second guard is always patrolling the grounds, making sure that no one tries to get in through the windows.”

After ascending up the stairs, Druuna found that she and Nat were standing at the edge of a long corridor, with doors lined up on both sides of it.

Strolling down the corridor behind Nat, Druuna noted that a each door could be locked shut with a padlock, which most of them already were.

One of these locks matched the key which Nat had produced earlier, and she pulled the door open after having undone the padlock.

Druuna and Nat entered the room, after which Nat locked the padlock in place, but this time on the inside of the door.

“All right,” Nat told Druuna, who had moved over towards the small bed, which was dressed with a sheet and a grey blanket, “just because I’m allowing you to tag along with me that doesn’t mean that I’m a fool. So dump your belt and bag on the bed, and then move over to the window.”

Druuna did as Nat told her, noticing a small table near the bed on which the blonde scavenger had placed a gun and set of binoculars, a large backpack placed beneath the table, and sauntered over to stand in front of the barred and shielded window, noticing in the dim light that the metal plates were kept together by a sturdy hasp.

“Open the window, would you?” Nat asked Druuna, while at the same time pouring the contents of her satchel onto the bed.

After pushing the two water-bottles aside, Nat looked at the various articles of clothing that had also been in Druuna’s satchel.

“You don’t care much for pants, do you?” Nat asked, sporting a naughty smile, as she noticed that the only pieces of clothing there which were meant for Druuna’s legs were two pairs of stockings, one of them of the same white colour as the ones she was currently the wearing, and the other pair instead made out of a sheer black material, with darker lacings at their top.

Apart from the stockings, Druuna’s wardrobe consisted partly of four spare pieces of underwear, three of which were thongs, either black or red in colour, all of which would do very little to cover her pussy and ass, and one leather string which could be clasped around her hips, with a thin string of cyan cloth hanging down to obscure her pussy, though Druuna had found that it was far to narrow to cover all of her triangular bush of pubic hair.
Lastly, there were two more white tops and one camisole in the same colour.

“I find it’s easier to just wear panties…” Druuna replied, hearing the steady paces of the guard passing by below the window.
Her reply caused Nat’s smile to grow wider and naughtier still.