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Alicia walked into the bathroom and sat down on the loo. With a gasp of relief, a high pressure jet of steaming urine, splattered against the bowl. "God, I needed that," she gasped, as she finished relieving herself. The call of nature could arrive at the most inconvenient of times!
Just as she was finishing up, the doorbell buzzed, insistently.
"Who the hell's that?" she heard Stephen grumble, from the other room, obviously annoyed by this unwelcome interruption.
Alicia heard him walk over to the door, unlock and open it.
"What the bloody hel...," he began. "Oh, ah, hi Arnie! Fancy seeing you here?"
She heard the door crash back against the wall, as it was slammed open with considerable force. "Well, well, well, if it ain't young Stevie!" growled a gruff, unpleasant sounding voice. "Ain't you gonna invite your old pals in, boy?"
"Well, er, it's a little bit inconvenient, at the moment, Arnie!" Stephen replied, in a frightened voice "I-I was just about to go to bed! Could you come back in the morn..." His lame excuse were cut short, as his visitors brushed past him and entered the hotel room.
Alicia wiped her pubes dry on a toilet tissue, then crept over to the bathroom door, which was just a couple of inches ajar. She peered out through the gap! There were three visitors; a short dapper looking gent, in a stripped suit, who was obviously the main man, and two huge male companions, who must have been his 'muscle'. They had backed the still naked Stephen up against the bed. She felt a thrill of apprehension. This didn't look good!
"I think you've got something for me, young Stevie?" murmured the dapper gent, menacingly. "You've put us to a lot of trouble, searching for you, since you up and disappeared last week!"
"You'll have to give me some more time, Arnie," Stephen gasped, a look of terror on his face. "I haven't got the twenty grand, honest to God!"
"When people owe Arnie Sidebottom, they pay up," the man growled, suddenly reaching out and grabbing Stephen, by his balls, and giving them a savage twist.
"Yeeeow!" Stephen screamed, in agony, almost collapsing to his knees, and bringing tears of sympathy to Alicia's eyes, as she gasped with shock, and clutched at her breast. Luckily, her involuntary sound had been obscured by Steve's cry of pain, because none of the visitors had seemed to notice it.
"Please... Please don't hurt me, Arnie," Steve pleaded. "I'll get you your money, as soon as I possibly can! Honest! I swear on my mother's grave!"
"Tut, tut! I'm sorry, but that just won't do, you little shit!" Arnie replied, shaking his head, and patting Steve on the cheek. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to make an example of you! I've got my reputation to think of, after all! If it ever got 'round that Arnie Sidebottom was becoming a soft touch, then I'd be a ruined man!" He gave a slight nod, to the man on his left.
The thug lunged forward.
Alicia saw a brief, metallic glint, in the subdued light, and next moment, Stephen was clutching at a knife, that was buried up to the hilt, in his guts. Alicia gasped with fright, and clamped her hand over her mouth.
"Uuuuungh," Stephen gurgled, a look of surprised horror on his face, as a trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. He slowly sank to his knees, as the others watched, impassively, then fell forward onto his face on the carpet, with a sickening, jarring thud!
Alicia, pulled away from the door, and leant back against the wall, shaking with fright, one hand still clutched over her mouth, the other against her pounding breast. "Oh Jesus Christ," she thought, "they... they've killed him! They've only gone and fuckin' killed the guy! What have I gotten myself into? Shit! Shit! Shit! Why me? Oh dear God, why me?" Tears glistened in her large, frightened eyes.
She suddenly realized that she was the sole witness to a cold-blooded gangland murder. "If they realize that I've just witnessed the killing, then my life won't be worth a brass farthing!" she thought, trembling with fright.
"Hey boss, there's some women's clothing here!" growled one of the thugs "He must've had a lady friend up here?"
Alicia's blood ran ice cold! "Oh Jesus, they'll find me in here," she gasped, her heart pounding. She glanced out of the partially open doorway, desperately. The outer door to the room had been left slightly open, and it was barely four feet away from the bathroom exit. "You'll have to make a run for it, girl!" she decided, pulling herself together. "It's your only hope!"
She eased open the bathroom door and tip-toed out, silently pulling open the outer door and slipping into the hotel corridor.
"Maybe the dame's still here?" she heard Arnie say, just as she slipped out of the doorway. "Harry, check out the bathroo..." He must have caught a brief glimpse of her, as she slipped out of the doorway. "Hey, there she goes! Get her, boys!" he yelled. "She's making a break for it!"
Totally oblivious to the fact that she was naked, apart from her stockings and suspenders, Alicia sprinted for her life, rounding a bend in the corridor, and almost colliding with a man just coming out of a room.
"Please, please help me!" she gasped, bundling them both back into the room, and closing the door behind them. She leant back against the door, her small breasts heaving with emotion, as she gasped for breath.
The man stared at her in open-mouthed amazement. The girl was totally starkers, apart from the briefest of black garter belts, supporting a pair of dark, patterned stockings. She was an absolute cracker, too! "I must be dreaming!" he exclaimed, with a broad smile on his face.
"Please, please, you've got to help me!" she panted, clutching at his arm. "Three men are chasing me, trying to kill me! You must hide me! Please!" She was trembling, violently, obviously terrified.
"Are you serious," he asked, incredulously.
Before he could say any more, there was a loud thumping on the door.
"Hey, you got a naked broad in there?" a deep, male voice yelled.
"Quick, hide in the closet!" he whispered, guiding her over to the built-in wardrobe. She nodded, gratefully, and slipped between the hanging garments, to crouch down, still shaking with fright.
The loud knocking resumed. "Hang on, hang on, I'm coming," her knight in shining armor called out, walking over and opening the door a few inches. "What the hell do you want?" he enquired.
