After having to walk across a strange city, freshly fucked and wearing nothing but a hooded sweatshirt with a broken zipper, Amber couldn’t wait to get inside. It didn’t help that her only garment was too shirt, so if she held the hoodie closed, her ass peaked out the bottom. She also wasn’t sure how she felt about the fact that she was turned on by wandering around nude. She was on the edge of safety now though. She had made it to the motor inn her university volleyball team was booked at, and all she had to do was get her room key and she could get to her bag, get dressed, and put this whole weird day behind her.
In the hotel, she went up to the front desk. The guy working there was young, probably a local university student himself. Amber walked up to the counter with the front of the hoodie closed, and tried to act normal. “Amber Simmons,” she told him, not quite looking him in the eye. “I’m with the Volleyball team.”