Run out

With a **** grip on her towel, Jane squeezes through the people in the elevator and into the hallway.

"WHOOOO LOOK AT THAT BOOTY!"

One of the football players gives a hard slap on her butt. She eeps, but keeps running with a red handprint on her right cheek. She can hear all the girls laughing at her.

"KEEP RUNNING KINKY BITCH!"

She keeps running and goes around the corner. The front door! She can finally get out of here. Oh no, its the receptionist again, and there's security?! She sees the receptionist talking with two security guards. The vibrator goes off again.

"auGHHH!"

"There she is!" says the receptionist, pointing at her to security. The two of them start storming up to her. She turns around to run away but is greeted by the crowd that formed in the elevator.

"Oooooh, does Freaky Jane need to be pleased?!" Says one of the boys, doing fake air humping motions. She looks at them, then the guards, then charges towards the guards to try to get to the front door.

"Oh no you don't!" Says one of the guards as he grabs her shoulders. The two guards try to restrain her, but she refuses, still holding onto her towel.

"Ma'am, please!" Says the other. "Don't make our job harder-" As he says it, he rips the towel right off of Jane. She stands stark naked in the hotel lobby. Stunned, Jane looks at everyone. The jocks, popular girls, receptionist, guards, and other surprised hotel patrons. Realizing she's giving everyone a full show, she shields her body, and runs out the door.