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" I unlocked the door to my hotel suite and walked in. The cool of the air
conditioning was a welcome relief from the sticky heat of the city streets. I
poured myself a drink, kicked off my shoes, and settled into an arm chair
with the load of magazine that I'd bought.

I'm not the sort of guy who frequents a fancy downtown hotel like this.
In fact this was my first visit here and, in fact, to this city. I'd taken
second place in a sales contest at work and had won a "Second Honeymoon
Weekend for Two" at this hotel out a hundred miles from my hometown. Since
I'm not married, the gang at the office kidded me about the wild time I would
have with some "pretty young thing." Of course I would never admit it to
them but, after breaking up with my wife a year ago, I'd a ually dated very
little.

I'd gotten quickly bored with the pick-up scene. Or maybe, more honestly,
I"d felt that an almost-middle-aged guy like myself couldn't compete with all
the young studs in the bars. Not that I consider myself over the hill or
anything; I'm only thirt seven and work out regularly to keep in top shape.
It just all seemed at times to be too much bother. Anyway, after some
thought, I decided to use my prize. I deserved some time off and besides
could find some use for the $500 in spending money included.


The accommodations were certainly first-class. It was a two-room suite; a
sitting room with a twelveth-floor balcony affording a beautiful view of the
waterfront. There also was a separate bedroom with a king size bed. Amenities
included a well-stocked bar and a jaccuzzi in the bathroom. It had been a
nice summer day for the drive and I'd arrived early enough to avoid the crush
of rush hour traffic. After freshening up I went for a stroll to get my
bearings, had a few drinks in a nearby bar, and stuff myself with a steak
dinner. On my way back to the hotel, I'd stopped by a magazine stand.

Sipping my Jack Daniels and water, I flipped disinterestedly through the
pages. I lit up one of the supply of joints I'd rolled for the weekend and
let the warmth of the gentle buzz seep into my brain. I quickly got bored
with the usual sports and political stuff and instead turned to the free
tabloid paper I'd grabbed from a street rack. It was a fairly typical "adult
entertainment" rag and I made mental notes about some of the nearby strip
joints advertised. For some reason, a small ad near the back aught my eye.
"QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT FOR THE DISCRIMINATING GENTLEMAN" was all it said,
listing a phone number. For the hell of it I reached for the phone and
dialed.

After a few rings a deep female voice answered with simply a soft
'Hello'. I mentioned seeing the ad and asked about what kinds of 'services'
they offered. She must have sensed my sarcasm and responded with a small
laugh. "We offer a wide variety of services' and we have a variety of
attractive 'service technicians' available. We offer premium quality at a
premium price. What kind of 'service' are you interested in ?"

The last time I'd used a hooker was years ago while in the service. Maybe
the booze and smoke had melted my reserve. I had the prize money in my pocket
and I was in the city to have a good time so I decided to go for it. "I was
wondering if one of your ladies could visit me in my hotel room." "If you'll
tell me a little bit about what you desire," she replied, "I'll be glad to
have one of our agents call you. You can work out the details with him or
her. He or she will collect our referral fee if you decide to get together."

Her easy-going manner had put me at ease. "I'm interested in a 'she'.
Someone tall and slim, but with a nice figure. A woman of class, with brains
as well as a body. Someone self-assured and confident." I hesitated; then
blurted out, "A woman not afraid to take charge... I mean... to take
control... I mean..." "I understand," she said, interrupting my
embarrassment, "I think Carol is available this evening. I'm sure she'll suit
your tastes. If you like, I'll have her give you a call." Feeling my cock grow
slightly in my slacks, I gave her my first name and phone number.

I went to the bar and freshened my drink. Settling once again in my
chair, my mind raced. Rich fantasies that I had buried deep within my
subconscious now bubbled to the surface. Visions of being helplessly bound
before a tall, beautiful goddess... commanded to serve and to do unmentionable
things... being stripped of my masculinity and forced to wear feminine
clothes... The last thought sent a shiver of guilt and excitement down my
spine. I took a healthy gulp from my drink in a effort to calm my now pounding
heart. I toyed with the idea of another joint to settle me down but decided
that I needed to keep my wits about me.

The sudden explosion of sound from the phone made me jerk and spill my
drink in my lap. I made a half-hearted effort at wiping up the mess before
grabbing the ringing phone. My ear was met with a husky, yet very feminine,
voice. "Hello, John... this is Carol. How are you doing tonight ?" "F-f-
fine," I finally managed to blurt out, "H-h-how are you ?" I felt like an
idiot; as if I were a teenager asking for his first date. "I'm doing just
fine," Carol replied. "The agency said you called. What can I do for you ?" I
again started stammering. "W-w-well, I thought you could join me at my hotel
for a few drinks or a joint a-a-and..." "That's O.K.," she interjected
soothingly, "I know that you're excited about getting together. Why don't I
tell you a little about myself to help break the ice."

She went on to described herself in a manner that made my crotch swell
against my now-soaked slacks. She said she was twenty-eight, 5' 10", with
brown eyes and long brown hair. "And I've been told a rather nice body," she
continued with a twinkle in her voice. "I'm especially proud of my tight little
ass and my long legs. How does that sound to you ?" The last remark sent
another tingle through my cock. I'm a leg man from way back. "It sounds
great !" I responded with enthusiasm. "Good," she cooed, " now tell me about
what sort of things you've been fantasizing about before I called."

Somehow her straight-forward yet gentle manner eased the tension. I
poured out my desires of bondage and domination; my voice quickening and my
descriptions becoming more graphic as I went. Carol responded with an almost
bubbly enthusiasm; encouragin me to fill in any details that I might have
forgotten. Finally, I summoned my courage and added, "...and I'd love to be
forced to wear women's clothes." She purred softly in response, "Now THAT
sounds delicious."

She asked for a brief description of myself. She murmured in approval as
I related my 5'10, 180 lb., muscular build. "Mmmm a big boy... or should I
say a big 'girl'. I like that." She quickly covered the business end of
things; the agency's and her fee. It was a lot but I was far beyond caring by
now. I gave her the hotel name and my room number. "I got to gather a few
things and grab a cab; but I should be there in about a half-hour. Now I want
you to behave yourself until then. Don't even touch that ot little cock of
yours before I arrive." The last was delivered in the same husky, bubbly
voice. But it bore into the core of my soul very much as a command.

I was about to hang up when a sudden thought struck me. "I forgot to ask.
What sort of things are you interested in ?" There was a pause and the same
murmur, this time with a slight edge of a growl. ""Mmmm... you find out soon
enough. Lets just say that I like to be in command."

I sat there stunned, the receiver frozen to my ear. I never heard the
click; it took the dial tone to shock me back to reality. As I hung up the
phone I instinctively reached down to relieve the burning desire between my
legs. Suddenly, as if by remo
control, my hand came to a stop inches from my crotch. I sat and stared at
it as it quivered nervously; suspended in mid- air..."

More to come-

Miss Liza

Posted: Monday 22nd September 2008, 8:14 PM