Lynn heads back to her room.

Amazingly, Lynn didn't wake up to strong-armed convention staff pulling her limp and naked body up off the floor and out the doors of the convention hall. She awoke on her own, and for a second she wondered if everything that had happened had all been an elaborate wet dream. Then she looked down at herself and her cum-caked tits and she knew that it had all been very real.

Her 'new friends' hadn't left her any clothes after all, and the MEKA was pretty much out of commission. Lynn got to her feet, covering her pussy and her chest with a sense of modesty that now felt a little absurd. She cast her eyes around the room, looking for any scrap of fabric that might make for a dress in a pinch. There wasn't much. In fact, there wasn't anything other than a small towel completely covered in cum. Even her little pink pastie strips were gone. They would probably pop up on eBay any day now.

She sighed. It wasn't like she hadn't done a naked mile before, but she wasn't excited to go for a sprint through the hotel with nothing but the butt cheeks her momma gave her. It looked like it couldn't be helped, though. Lynn checked one of the maps on the wall to make sure she knew where she was going and set her mind to the task.

Lynn had never been much of a runner, but it was amazing what some adrenaline did for your performance. She bolted down the hallway, hearing guests and convention staffers alike screech when they saw her go. She hoped that none of them would recognize her.

The elevators weren't an option. Too slow, and if she ended up with someone else getting on she would be trapped in there with them. Lynn booked it for the stairwells instead and prayed that there were no teenagers smoking their Juuls in there.