Dirty Business Trip

Chapter 1: The Transsexual Hotel Encounter

"Yes, I am checking in," I said, putting my credit card on the desk. The woman behind the desk took the card and looked at the name. She was about 5 feet 10 inches tall with dark black hair and brown eyes. Her skin was beautifully tanned and her lips were painted a reddish-brown colour. As she looked at the card I watched the long dark lashes on her lids closely slowly over her huge, sparkling eyes. She slowly opened her eyes again, and reached for a box of cardboard cards sitting off beside her computer.

"Yes, Mr. James. I have your reservation here," her voice was low and gravely. She sounded like Demi Moore. I watched her as she punched a few keys on her computer, and I caught myself wondering what she looked like under the green business suit that all the hotel employees wore. "A non-smoking room," she confirmed, and went quickly about her business, printing off my receipt and getting my key card.

She stepped momentarily away from the counter, and I looked at her body. She wore a knee length dress, and underneath black stocking that showed incredible legs. I could feel myself rising in my pants, and pushed closer to the counter in hopes that no one would see the growing bulge in my pants.

"There you go. Room 327. An excellent view. I just need you to sign here indicating that you agree to the rates quoted," she said, pointing at a spot on my bill. She had long red nails and the ends of thin fingers. I imagined her fingers wrapping around the shaft of my hard penis, and gently stroking it. I quickly signed the paper, and tried to push the thought out of my head. I took my key, and let my briefcase fall down in front of me, hopefully covering what must have been a very apparent hard-on if anyone chose to look.

"Thank you very much," I said, smiling at the woman behind the counter. I looked down at her nametag, which was pinned on her amble bosom. "Chantal," said the nametag.