Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
*
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.
One of the muscle-bound hulks was standing outside, hopping from one foot to the other. "You seen a naked female 'round here?" he enquired, with a suspicious glare.
"I should be so lucky," her protector replied, with a grin. "Sorry, but no! I just wish I had."
The big guy continued to glare at him, suspiciously. "If you do, then give me a yell! She's just escaped from a mental asylum, and she's very, very dangerous!"
"S-Sure!"
"Sorry to have disturbed you! Goodnight!"
"G-Goodnight!"
He closed the door, and leant back against it, waiting until the footfalls had receded. "You can come out now!" he announced, calmly, when he was reasonably sure the coast was clear.
Alicia stepped out of the closet, aware, for the first time, of her state of nudity. "Thank you!" she gasped. "You've just saved my life! You don't think I'm insane, do you?"
"Er, no!"
She noticed his eyes, hungrily roving over her nakedness, and her hand moved, subconsciously, to cover her crotch. "Ah, um! Have you a spare pair of underpants and a shirt that I could borrow, please?" she pleaded, in a little girl voice. "I seem to have left most of my clothes behind, in my hurry to get away from them!"
His eyes lifted to hers, and he grinned. "I think I could manage that!" he declared. "She might be weird," he figured, "but she seems fairly sane!"
-oOo-
He watched, as she half-turned away and wriggled into the pair of black Marks and Spencer briefs he'd dug out for her, then watched her delicious breasts jiggling, as she pulled the white tee-shirt on, over her head. "What a shame to hide such gorgeous assets," he thought, ruefully.
When she was semi-respectable, he patted the mattress beside him. "Better sit down, and tell me all about it, Ms?" he suggested. "My name's Mike, by the way! Mike O'Reilly!"
"Alicia, Alicia Rossetti," she replied, shaking hands, and blushing, prettily. "I don't usually run into strange men's bedrooms, without any clothes on, but this was a bit of an emergency!" Mike was a good-looking guy, not much older than herself, she observed, as she sat down beside him.
"So, what happened?" he asked, curiously, trying to keep his mind off those jiggling boobs, with only limited success.
"I-I was in room 503, along the corridor, with a man friend, named Stephen Smith," she began, blushing, in spite of herself. "I was in the bathroom, relieving myself, prior to our... to our making love, when these three men burst in! There was a brief argument, and one of them stabbed Stephen to death!"
They actually killed this man, right in front of your eyes?" Mike asked, incredulously.
