Shelby: She's just here to have a good time

The door opens to reveal a relatively standard hotel room. There's a king sized bed, small kitchen with a mini fridge, then also some less standard things like a giant dog bed and crate.

As you follow the receptionist into the room, it starts to become clear to you that you're the only one's here.

"Hello!" The receptionist calls out.

Theres no answer.

"Well, this is highly unusual" She says, turning around back towards the door.

Suddenly you're met by a young woman, stumbling in through the doorway. She's dressed more for a rave than someone at a resort. Her mesh tanktop barely conceals her perked nipples as her skirt is the shortest you've everseen. She smiles with a blushed face as she leans against the open frame.

"Sorry im late." She says. "Lost time at the bar."

The receptionist doesnt seem to pleased as she watches the woman clumsily push her way into the room.

"I've brought you your new pet." She says gesturing towards you. "But if you're not in a state to care for him, I can place him with someone else."

"Noooo! Of course I'll care for him!" The woman responds. She looks at you as she bends down to pat her knees. "Here Kitty Kitty!"

"He's a dog!" The receptionist snaps.

"Yeah... I knew that!" She says with an embarrassed giggle. "Come here boy!"

You give a quick look to the receptionist who gives a defeated sigh as she drops the leash. You step forward as you're immediately greeted by the womans hands patting you on the head.

"Hi boy!" She shouts excitedly "My name's Shelby. You're such a cute little guy aren't you!"

She continues patting and petting as ths receptionist begins to step back towards the door.

"Well, let me know if you need any assistance." She says.

"I know a few things you could assist me with, hot lips!" Shelby says, eyeing her back.

The receptionist says nothing. Her professional demeanor holds strong with the exception of a desperately yet poorly held back smirk. She soon exits, closing the door behind her.

"I guess it's just you and me then!" Shelby says, bringing her attention back to you. "I guess I'm supposed to name you."

Shelby stands up, walking towards the mini fridge. You remain still, unsure of what to do as she reaches in and pulls out a tiny liquor bottle.

"How about... Dog?" She says, quickly opening the bottle and drinking it's entirety. "No, no. Thats stupid. How about... MR. DOG!"

She dances over to the bed, colapsing onto it. It's now you can clearly see she's not wearing any underwear under the so called skirt, as her spread legs reveal her entire crotch to you. You can't help but to stare.

"Do you want to fuck me Mr. Dog?" She asks, quickly snapping your attention back to her face. She looks down at you smiling. "Thats why you're here, right? To sniff butts and fuck hot women?"

You genuinely dont know how to respond. Before you can make any move at all, she quickly closes her legs back together.

"Sorry, sorry, I'd be a bad pet owner if I just let you fuck me right away, wouldnt I?" She says, straightening her skirt as she fully sits herself up."

You try to think of a way you can argue, but no dog like way comes to mind.

"I guess we should just like...play for now." She says. Her grin suggests that either found something about what she just said very funny, or that she came up with a clever idea, either way, you find yourself getting a little nervous.