Try to check in naked
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'''Status: Naked and exhausted''' | '''Status: Naked and exhausted''' | ||
- | You're too tired to care about your lack of attire and you sure as hell aren't squeezing into smelly wet clothes. You'll wash them in the morning. | + | You're too tired to care about your lack of attire and you sure as hell aren't squeezing into smelly wet clothes. You'll wash them in the morning. |
- | "I just want a room", you respond. She calls the bellboy to escort you to your room, probably for safety reasons. Neither the clerk nor the bellboy complain about your obvious wardrobe deficit. They are very professional about it the whole time, though the giant bulge betrays his real feelings toward you. Who are you to talk? Your wet, naked pussy is like a billboard that says "Fuck me". You get to your room. What do you do? | + | You grab your wallet from your purse and march straight up to the front desk, not even bothering to cover anything. |
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+ | You ring the bell and a young 22 year old brunette steps out of the office. | ||
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+ | Her eyes get wide and she looks like she's about to drop her jaw to the floor. Instead she composes herself and asks "What can I do for you, ma'am?" | ||
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+ | "I just want a room", you respond. She calls the bellboy to escort you to your room, probably for safety reasons. | ||
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+ | Neither the clerk nor the bellboy complain about your obvious wardrobe deficit. They are very professional about it the whole time, though the giant bulge betrays his real feelings toward you. | ||
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+ | Who are you to talk? Your wet, naked pussy is like a billboard that says "Fuck me". | ||
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+ | You get to your room. What do you do? | ||
*[[Go to the shower and "clean up"]] | *[[Go to the shower and "clean up"]] |
Current revision as of 20:22, 30 January 2017
Status: Naked and exhausted
You're too tired to care about your lack of attire and you sure as hell aren't squeezing into smelly wet clothes. You'll wash them in the morning.
You grab your wallet from your purse and march straight up to the front desk, not even bothering to cover anything.
You ring the bell and a young 22 year old brunette steps out of the office.
Her eyes get wide and she looks like she's about to drop her jaw to the floor. Instead she composes herself and asks "What can I do for you, ma'am?"
"I just want a room", you respond. She calls the bellboy to escort you to your room, probably for safety reasons.
Neither the clerk nor the bellboy complain about your obvious wardrobe deficit. They are very professional about it the whole time, though the giant bulge betrays his real feelings toward you.
Who are you to talk? Your wet, naked pussy is like a billboard that says "Fuck me".
You get to your room. What do you do?