Room 306

Gripping the doorknob for room 306, you turn it, and push the door open. It takes a few moments to adjust your eyes to the dark room.
The blinds have been drawn, and all the lights are shut off except for one on the right hand side desk. The aroma of marajuana assualts you, as the door swings closed behind you. You see now that you’ve entered the wrong room. There is a perceptible click as the door shuts, and you think it must have locked. It must not have been closed all the way before you pulled it open. Great.

Looking back over to the lighted desk, you can now see that there is a girl seated there with her back to you. Taking a small step forward, you see that she’s dyed her hair a bright purple. It’s cut short, falling just below her jawline on the sides, and to the collar line in back. Over her purple hair, you can see that she’s wearing a headset. Looking to your left at the other bed and desk you can’t tell for sure if there’s someone there. You turn back towards the purple haired girl; just as she straightens her fishnet stocking clad leg, and braces it against the wall, leaning back in her chair. You note that her stockings are almost the same color as her hair. You freeze in place getting a closer look at her.

As she occasionally looks to her side from her book, you see that she’s quite pale, although you suspect that most of its make up. She wearing black lipstick, and her eyes are done up in black eyeliner and mascara. She has nice white teeth that as you watch she uses to chew on a pencil. On her neck she’s wearing a spiked dog collar, that matches the spiked bracelet on her right wrist. She has small delicate ear lobes which are double pierced with crome studs. She wears a purple blouse that matches her hair, along with a plaid vest and matching mini skirt, purple being predomonate in the plaid pattern. You wonder what she wears when she's not wearing this outfit, or if she just redyes her hair. Perhaps it's a wig. She looks to be fairly petite about 5’4” you’d guess. For such a small girl however, her tits look to be about the size of large grapefruits. You’re not into the Goth or punk or retro scene, or whatever she’s into but she’s hot. And the look turns you on. Your cock still tents against your jeans. She’s likely to think you’re a **** or something.

Backing up towards the door. You watch as she lifts her other leg from the floor and with the foot of her already raised leg pushes off a large black platform shoe. It clunks on the floor loudly. With you back to the door, you try the knob. It’s locked. Shit. It’s at this precise moment the she sees you.

Pulling off the headset and tossing it to her desk, her eyes flash with surpise, and a little fear. Then the self assurance that was evident returns. She picks up her burning joint, and takes a drag, and studies you for a moment.

“Are you here to **** me? Well, if you are, at least you should know my name I’m Zelda.” She smiles, turns the in chair to face you, and crosses her legs, and taps her foot in the air.

“No, I'm not. it’s a long story.” you reply.

Her eyes drift to your tenting jeans. Laughing, she giggles that you look ready for a good time. Raising herself from the chair she walks to you until you're pressed against the door, her tits crush against your chest and her hot breath smells of peppermint. She grabs your hand and places it on her small round ass. You squeeze and caress it, slipping it under her short skirt.

“You’re staying in Amy’s room, aren’t you? You must be Ellen’s friend. I figured you two'd be humping like rabbits. ” She says as she kisses you provocatively on the neck, and pushes herself away from you, and returns to her chair. When you tell her that she’s correct, at least about where you're staying, she laughs, and breaking into a big smile, says thought so. Now that she faces you, you can see that she’s wearing a necklace. On the chain is what appears to a flower of some sort.

“Amy tells me everything, you know” leaning forward, and taking your hand she stands, and pulls you to the middle of the dark room.

“You look as though you’re horny, do want to fuck me, or should I give you a nice long blow job? I'd expect you to return the favor of course. Don't worry about Ellen, it’ll be our secret. I won't tell if you won't” Her small, slim hand grips your cock tightly through the fabric of your jeans. Is this girl serious, or is she just pulling your......leg?