Yes

Emma woke with a start. Where was she? Not tucked up in her bed at home or even in her hotel bedroom but leaning against the naked body of Brian - of all people - out in the hotel garden. She looked at her watch - the only thing she was wearing - five past two in the morning!

"Brian, shall we try reception now?"

The night was still and silent. They made their way back across the damp grass and stood looking at the reception. It was brightly illuminated and now empty but for a single man at the reception desk watching a television. Of course, it was a man. It had to be a man, didn't it? Emma would have been much happier with a woman. "You go, Brian."

Emma watched Brian's retreating figure, a naked man crossing the car park, weaving between cars until he reached the glass doors of the reception. They were of course locked shut. To open a key card was no doubt needed. The sort of key card sitting back on the desk in her room. She watched as Brian pressed the bell and the man at reception looked up. Emma breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps another five minutes and she would be safe in her room. Brian would bring her a large towel and she would be able to walk modestly past the man saying both thank you and wishing him a cheery good night.

But the man did not seem to be opening the door. He had come up to it on the inside and was clearly laughing. It was like watching a scene on the television with the sound turned off. She could not hear what was being said: only see. The man clearly called out back towards the reception desk and from the office behind another man came out. A big fat man and he too came across and stood looking at Brian through the door. It seemed the interview was not going well. Brian turned and looked in her direction and Emma knew, with an awful sinking feeling, she was going to have to go and join him.

The whole walk, once she stepped out of the shadows and into not just moonlight but the artificial lights around the reception area was watched. The men inside the hotel just stared. Emma felt so self-conscious - as well she might. The grins on the men's faces, the nudges from one to the other. They were a bit like Laurel and Hardy to look at - at least in build. Emma was being ogled by the men and they were making no pretence at anything else.

The door slid open. Emma’s appearance seemed to have done the trick. Brian and she were once more within the hotel.

"Oh, thank you," gushed Suzie, "we got trapped outside the hotel and..."

"Been fucking?" asked the fat man.

"No! We just accidentally got locked out. Could we have our keys?"

"Have you got your room number?"

"121."

"No, I meant on the slip of card you'd have been given."

"Do I look as if I'm carrying anything like that?" Emma’s voice indignant. She did not like the way the two men were eyeing her up and down."

"Not unless you've it tucked away... somewhere." The implication obvious and rude.

"Look, just give us our keys and we can get to bed,"

"No slip, no key. That's the rules at this time of night. Obvious safety precaution."

"Don't be ridiculous."

The man shrugged. He was not looking at her face.

"Look, I can give you my name, address - and everything to prove who I am."

"Sorry. Rules you know."

"There must be a way around those rules. Be reasonable." Brian joined in.

"Well..." the fat man looked at the thin man, "there might be. Perhaps if you gave us a show..."

"What! What do you mean?" Emma’s voice rose.

"Please, no shouting. Remember we have the keys: you don't. You say you haven't been fucking, well..."

"What!"

"Why don't you now. Give us a bit of a show. These nights can get a bit boring you know. We'd just love to watch. You're a nice bit of... I mean you're a pretty girl and we like big boobs, don't we Ed?"

"Yeah. Big."

"We're not romantically involved."

"Oh, yeah!"

"We're not."

"Outside without a stitch on, coming in from the gardens. Pull the other one! Anyways it's not romance and slushy stuff we want to see but the hardcore stuff."

It was simply awful. Then Emma had a bright idea. "OK, OK we have. It was stupid but we'd had a lot to drink and we thought it would be such fun to - err - fuck in the garden but we did not think about how to get in again. So, can we go to our rooms now? We can't do it again 'cos, well you know about men."

"That's not what your big little friend is saying."

Little friend? What were they talking about?

The men were not looking at her but Brian - and Brian's penis to boot. And there it was, jerking upwards in the bright light of the reception. Brian (the stupid little prick) was getting an erection just at the suggestion about fucking her. He was as bad as the other men. She could not believe all this was happening. It was as if Brian was joining with the other men against her.

But the men looked shoked. Not at her but at Brian's erection. Pointing. "How is you cock so huge, never imagined one that huge, Ed!"

Her anger at Brian changed. He had not asked to be in this predicament. It was her fault he was here being humiliated. She was merely being ogled: he was being ridiculed.

"This I've got to see!"

"No!" said Emma, "Our keys please."

"Fuck and we'll consider it."

"I'm sorry, Emma." Brian was not helping by apologizing.

What was she to do? It was not a matter of simply grabbing key 121 off a key board and running for her room. The key card had to be generated by the computer and that would need a password. The men well and truly had the upper hand.