A good time for a change of scenery and perhaps clothes

With the scene before him coming to an end Walter could feel whatever it was that held him before loosen it's hold on him.

*They probably could use some alone time. And I need to figure out our clothing situation and matbe get some air.*

Walt slowly sidled out the door leaving the girls in Blakes afterglow.

After exiting the room and taking several very deep breaths he felt himself regaining his composure. His pants still felt few sizes small but he could walk it off. He started to make his way diwn the corridor and out into the club proper. Things were still in full swing as he made his way out the door. Powergirl and Superwoman were still outside.

"Hey there guy. I hope you didn't lose your friend?"

"She seemed a little innocent. You might not want to leave her unaccompanied inside."

Walt smiled. This club was full of some pretty nice folks.

"Actually," He said, "we ran into some friends of hers so we got a private room. I was hoping I could run out to my truck really quikly? She has a bag with a change of clothes in there. Would that be alright?"

They both smiled. "Sure that's fine. We could stamp you so you can get back in but we remember you Mr Big tipper and you were here pretty early so you parked close. We can see your truck from here. We do have to look in the bag though. Company policy."

Walt smiled. "Thank you, ladies. That's a big help and looking in the bag should be no problem. I'll be right back."

Hurrying over to the truck he found the bag right where they left it.

*It's not much but it will give her something else to wear later at least*

Going back to the door he let the ladies examine the bags contents. "Looks good. And you said you got a room?"

Walt paused trying to remeber the name. "I did. The Sanctorum or something I think Susan called it? It's the one in the back."

They both looked at him like they were waiting for the punchline to a joke then let out a long whistle. "Mister high roller! You're pulling out all the stops!" "Careful. That means he's a VIP. He needs to be shown respect."

Walter laughed. "Actually I prefer the way your treating me now, if it's all the same."

"Well Mr- what's your name?"

"Stark. Walter Stark but please just call me Walt."

They smiled. "We can do that Walt."

"Thank you I appreciate it."

"Oh, one more thing" they said as they let him back inside. "We checked the bag but please let whoever is at the bar know that and confirm it for themselves, alright?"

Wakt nodded. "Can do. Thank you both so much."

"Oh it was our pleasure"

As headed back in he could hear them yet again.

"Our pleasure indeed Mr Tight Pants!"

"Girl you're so bad."

"What? I wasn't the one drooling when he was bent over in that truck."

Laughter.

Shaking his head Walt made his way back over to the bar. Susan was there talking to a man so he decided to wait rather than intrude on their conversation and ordered a beer.

(I'm pleased to announce that the next chapter will be a collaboration between Phantom23 and Myself. Please look forward to it I hope you enjoy)