What's next?

Ground floor

The lift halted with another ding on a bell, and Peggy grabbed the trolley for support again as it was wheeled out. In a second she heard voices talking, utensils clanging, and smelled a multitude of foods cooking. She heard the staff member pushing her greet others and then the trolley came to a halt and his voice got further away.

Peggy waited, but there was no further movement and the sounds of the kitchen continued at a slight distance. After a couple of minutes had passed, she risked a glance out from the trolley. As she pushed the cloth aside she saw her hiding place parked in a row of similar ones, just outside the kitchen door in a staff area of the hotel.

She clambered out, dressed in her panties and stockings, and stretched her limbs.

"Great." Peggy murmured as she surveyed her surroundings, "What now?"

She took the tablecloth from her trolley and wrapped it around her body, forming a sort of short toga. It was more sheer than she would have liked and barely contained her curvaceous body, her nipples were pressed against the material and responded by growing into hard points.

"Right, now to get back to my room."