Back to your hotel

You stay, kneeling on the ground with fluids dripping down the front of your dress. You wipe your chin with your arm, take one last look the camera then climb to your feet. Your knees buckle for a moment but you retain you stance. You grab your handbag, thankful to still have it and hurry out of the alley. Thankfully you're still in the heart of Barcelona, unfortunately it's very busy. You hang you head down and attempt to cover the front of your chest.

You soon find the road leading to your hotel, with the occasionally cat calls from men and some women laughing as you walk past, you get back without any real trouble.

Entering the lobby you see the same pervy receptionist that you caught checking you out when you left. Throwing open the door quickly, he looks up about to give a usual greeting before looking you up and down. You see his eyes confused, looking at the fluids on your chest but as his eyes drift downward towards your red knees, he quickly looks up locking eyes with you. He smiles a dirty grin "_hola chica, good night I see,_" as he gives you a wink. __

Mortified you rush to the elevator, though waiting for it gives him all the time to undress you mentally. The panel for the elevator buttons shiny enough for you to see his eyes fuck you. You shiver, though your cock tingles.