Before Molly could move more than a few feet, the door slammed open and someone rushed through. He didn't seem to be looking at Molly, might not have even noticed her, except that Molly involuntarily gasped in alarm.
It was a big man who was dressed in the uniform of the hotel's maintenance staff. He turned and looked at Molly in response to her gasp of alarm. He smiled at the sight of the short but well-endowed, blonde, gray-eyed Molly, eyeing her hungrily as she awkwardly tried to cover her ample assets with her hands.
"Hello," he said. He frowned. "Where are your clothes?"
Without thinking about it, Molly decided the best course of action was to brazen it out as much as she could. She stopped trying to back away from the man and straightened her posture. She kept her hands over her most intimate parts, however. "I'm not certain."
"You must have had a lot to drink last night, huh?"
"I guess I did," said Molly, who was beginning to realize that she still had the symptoms of a mild hangover.
The man continued to study Molly. He seemed to be in no hurry to speak again. His silence and the way he appraised her made Molly nervous. She fervently wished she had her clothes on, and wasn't having to sneak around this probably crowded hotel in broad daylight.
"So now, you're naked and locked out of your room, and you don't remember how it happened."
Molly nodded. "That's about right."
"What were you wearing?"
"Dark blue suit, white blouse, stockings, pumps . . ." Molly said, her voice trailing off as she had an image of her standing in front of the mirror in what must have been her hotel room, wearing high heels, tight jeans, and a see-through mesh t-shirt with nothing under it she hadn't been born with.
"Aren't you certain what you were wearing?"
Molly shook her head. "It might have been something else. It's hard to remember." Had she gone out clubbing last night? She only ever called attention to her breasts if she was looking to meet someone.
"So can you help me?" Molly said.
"I might be able to," the man said. "I could help you get back to your room. I might even be able to help you find your clothes, whatever they are and wherever they are."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you," Molly said, genuinely grateful.
"For a price."
Molly's feeling of gratitude disappeared, to be replaced by a feeling of alarm. "What price? What do you want?"
"A chance to touch, maybe even to play with, your beautiful tits." The man's eyes devoured Molly's full, firm breasts as he spoke. She found herself wishing the hand she was covering them with was larger.
"What?" Molly said. "No!" She moved to step around the man. He moved to stay in front of her.
"You let me play with your tits and then I help you," the man said, "or you take your chances on your own. Which is it going to be?"
Molly didn't consider letting the man play with her breasts an option. She wondered if she could run past him somehow, or talk him into changing his mind. Or was she going to have to turn around and go back the way she came?
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