Carla hadn't really given any thought to what to do after her last piece of clothing hit the floor, but here she was, already naked, already a little buzzed, starting to feel horny, and theoretically committed to remaining clothes-free in the company of several happily surprised men for the next few hours!
She was drawing a complete blank as she wondered what to do now that she'd completed her striptease. All her plans for this day had been focused on putting on a memorable show, ending up totally nude in front of her new friends. "Mission accomplished," she thought, "but now what?" She knew from hard-won experience that having already begun behaving outrageously without any kind of plan for what to do next was a dangerous combination for her.
Unable to think of anything better to do at the moment, she asked, "What's a girl got to do to get a drink around here? Some of that rum you brought might be good right now, can one of you please make me a Rum and Coke?"
"Carla, I'd be happy to make you one, but unfortunately the rum is the only component we've got on hand, well, that and glasses," Eric told her, grinning, "If you can just go get some ice from the machine down the hall, by the elevators, and some Coke from one of the vending machines next to the ice machine, I'll be able to fix you up with a drink."
"I can go get them? By strolling down the hall halfway across the hotel completely nude?" she asked. She acted annoyed that none of the men offered to break away from watching the game to run this errand for her, but didn't protest too much, surprising herself by warming to the added risk of being completely exposed while venturing fairly far from her suite. Even though unlikely, the very real possibility that she might encounter some random person with nowhere to hide and nothing but a small ice bucket to cover herself with turned out to be unexpectedly exciting.
"Well, yeah, obviously, since you agreed to stay naked until the second game is over," Eric replied, "If you don't want to make the trip, we still have beer, and there might be some Tequila left."
"I've had enough beer for one day, and to be honest, even small shots of that tequila you brought were kicking my ass, so I guess I'll need to run a little errand," she replied, " at least give me some nice new currency, I don't want to be standing around struggling to get the vending machine to accept the bills." All her companions quickly dug through their wallets, providing her with $16 in ones to get whatever she needed at the vending machines.
"Keep the door unlatched, I want to be able to get in fast if someone comes along while I'm out there," she said. Clutching her supply of dollar bills in one hand and the ice bucket in the other, Carla cracked the door open and looked down the corridor. Satisfied that at least for the moment nobody else was in sight, she set out for the vending machine alcove, which looked much farther away than it ever had when she'd made the same trip while wearing clothing. She walked at a brisk pace and soon ducked into the alcove with the ice and vending machines. She fed half of her supply of bills into the soda machine, getting three cans of Coke, then put the rest into the snack machine, buying a few small bags of chips.
Moving on to the ice machine, Carla was just about to push the ice bucket back under the chute to fill it when she heard the chime announcing the arrival of someone, or possibly several someones, via the elevator. Several facts rushed through her mind all at once:
The elevators were right next to the space she was in.
The alcove she was standing in was only a few feet deep, and wide open to the corridor.
The vending and ice machines filled the back wall of the alcove, leaving her nowhere at all to hide.
The number of rooms to the left and right of the elevator was about the same.
If whoever got off the elevator turned right, they would be headed away from her position.
If whoever got off the elevator turned left, they would walk right past a quivering, tall, naked blonde woman, almost close enough to touch her.
After she heard the chime of the elevator, Carla froze in place, staring out to the corridor. The pounding of her racing heart was the only sound she heard for several seconds. After what seemed like an eternity she heard the sound of the doors opening, then voices, two men talking! Listening to the pair of male voices becoming steadily fainter, she heard the sound of the elevator doors closing but eventually stopped hearing their conversation.
Since nobody had shown up out at the corridor within her field of vision, she was certain the men hadn't turned left. Since she hadn't heard the heavy thunk of a room door closing, she stayed frozen in place, not sure if the men she had heard talking had gone into a room too far away for her to hear the door closing, or if they might still be in the corridor, their footsteps deadened by the carpet, out of hearing range but still perfectly able to see her once she left the shelter of the alcove.
About all she could be sure of now was that if she stayed where she was too much longer, someone was sure to come by and spot her with nothing but an ice bucket and an armful of drinks and snacks for cover. She was now more than ready for that drink she'd asked for; whispering to herself, "Screw it, if they see me, they see me!" She filled the bucket with ice and began to hurry down the corridor toward her suite, never allowing herself a look back down the corridor behind her.
Halfway to the shelter of her suite she needed to stop, as her collection of soda cans, chips, and the full ice bucket she was carrying felt like they were all about to topple. After a long pause to rearrange her belongings, she began moving again, but at a much more deliberate pace.
