Keep looking for clothes.

You head back out into the hotel courtyard and work your way down the doors. You come to a door with a little sign on it that says maintenance. The door is locked, but you notice the lock is an easy one to pop open, you give it a shove in just the right place and the door opens for you. Another skill you didn't know you had, breaking and entering. You slide into the dark room and pop the light switch on as you close the door.

There are cleaning supplies, tools, a set of four lockers, a bunch of towels and some toilet paper. You head over to the lockers and find a t-shirt and a set of gray sweat pants. Not pretty looking, but it will be better than the prison overalls you are currently wearing.

"What the fuck are you doing with my clothes!" says an angry male voice.

You look up and see a dark haired man in a navy blue work shirt and matching pants. There is a name tag on his shirt that says Ed. Moving faster than you can think you pull the man into the room and punch him three times in the blink of an eye. Your blows were expertly placed to render him **** and within seconds he is laying at your feet in a heap.

The clothes don't fit too badly and you leave the **** man in the room behind you. You bound his hands and feet then gag him, so he won't cause any problems for you in the next couple of hours. Heading back out into the courtyard again you decide to head for the gas station across the street to see if there is a phone there. Ed, the maintenance man, had another hundred bucks in his pocket, so you know have a little cash. You are just about to clear the courtyard when a door opens right in front of you and a small, good looking woman pops out of it.

You realize that she is naked; she has nice tits, orange sized with small nipples. She looks agitated, and scared. "I need some help, he's dying! He's too heavy I can't pick him up," she says in a rush.

You move past her, through the doorway and head for the bathroom where you hear gurgling sounds coming from the shower. You look in and there is a big, fat guy hanging from a necktie wrapped around the shower head. His cock is erect and wet and you guess the little hot chick had been sucking him off a minute ago when things got out of hand.

You move over to the guy and lift him up; his massive bulk is no problem for you. The woman slips the necktie off of the shower head, her tits are right in your face as she does so and you can feel your cock swelling. "He has a hanging fetish and he gets off when he hangs himself while I suck him. He slipped though and couldn't get back up, and he is too heavy for me to move," she explained as you lower the now **** fat man to the floor of the tub.

"He's breathing OK now, and his color looks good I think he will be fine," you tell her.

"Thank God," she says with relief. "I don't need another customer dying on me. I already have enough shit against me with the cops."

So she is a hooker, you think to yourself. She catches you staring at her naked body and she puts her hands up to cover her nipples. Then she sees your big cock tenting out the front of the track pants, and slowly you see desire grow on her face.

"You know I am paid for the next hour, maybe you would like to use the time since Hank seems to be out of it," she asked? "I could thank you for your help, and besides I would like to see the monster that is making the bulge in your pants."