(Trish) No way in hell I’m I going to give up my belt.
She briefly exposes her breasts again to wrap the belt straps around and reattach the clasps, and starts making her way to the receptionist. Luckily, no one from the pool area follows her, and the hallway that leads to it is almost deserted…almost. There are a few people she has to run passed and of course all of them have cell phones. She uses both her hands to cover her breast while the belt covers her front and most of her butt.
(Trish) Seriously, who brings their phone to the pool?!
She stops as she sees the entrance to the bar.
(Trish) I have to make sure no one sees me. I don’t want Eve to know that I’m not giving her my belt.
She pokes her head out to look through the glass entrance.
(Trish) No one seems to be looking this way. Now’s my chance!
She dashes passed the entrance, hopes no one notices her, and continues to the receptionist. Luckily, the lobby is empty. She runs over to the deck. The girl behind it hasn’t noticed her yet. Her tag said June on it. She’s looking at a magazine on the counter…A playboy magazine.
(Trish) This is not going to end well.
Trish: Um excuse me, miss?
The girl looks up and her eyes go wide. She quickly closes the magazine and shoves it under the counter.
June: (mumbles) Wow, first Kelly Kelly, then Melina Perez, then Christy Hemme, and Trish Stratus. This must be my luck night.
Trish: What?
June: Oh nothing. Now let me guess, you got locked out of your room naked somehow you now you need a new card?
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