Out of the Frying Pan…

Melissa ran toward the elevators, clutching one arm across her breasts and her other hand over her pussy as she went.

She couldn’t believe the nerve of that girl! How could she be so perverted? Hopefully there wouldn’t be anybody else like that here in the hotel.

Somehow she needed to get to the lobby and to the main desk. Then the staff would be able to let her back into her room. On the way she passed a room service trolley left outside a room. The trolley had a tablecloth on! Bingo! Melissa quickly grabbed the cloth and wrapped it around herself. It was small, only just reaching past her bottom, but it would be enough to get her to the lobby.

Just then a door burst open and three men, quite drunk, tumbled into the corridor. On seeing Melissa one of them exclaimed, “you’re late! But you are gorgeous so I’ll forgive you. Come on, let’s get started!”

Ignoring Melissa’s protests the men bundled her into the room, shouting, “boys! It’s okay, the stripper is finally here!”