Brie Larson

"It's Brie Larson."

"Ok, Ms. Larson. I just need a form of payment and you can have your room key."

Brie hands the clerk her card and he hands her the key. She thanks him and leaves. The clerk watches her tight ass sway in the shorts, feeling his bulge grow. He hurries over to the office.

Brie enters her room and closes the door. The room is in just as bad condition as the lobby. Paint is peeling off the walls and the floor has busted tiles. She sets her stuff down and realizes that there's no ac also. She can already feel her clothes sticking to her. She takes off her shorts and shirt, standing in just her bra and underwear. She walks to the bathroom and uses it. Finished, she walks out and bends over the sink to wash her hands.

She looks at her reflection in the mirror. Training for the new Captain Marvel movie has made Brie pack on some muscle. She admires her lean physique. She steps back and turns, seeing her tight ass. She runs her hands over her butt and chest. She bites her lips. Seeing her sweaty body and feeling her muscles is having an effect on her. She walks to the bed.

"It has been a long drive. I could do with some me time," she thinks. She starts to remove her bra but stops.

"Do I want to do this in this shitty hotel?"