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Holli Earns Her Wings ? by: Nova If you are less than eighteen years old or offended by material of a sexual nature, read no further. Although this story is autobiographically based, all names and situations have been fictionalized and any resemblance to any real person or event is purely coincidental. ONE Early in my career as a design-builder I decided to take on a housemate to help keep myself financially comfortable while my client list grew. I had started my business about three years earlier with a partner after generating some contacts while I interned at an architect and then construction firm during graduate school. After several weeks of running ads and interviewing prospects, I finally found someone whose lifestyle was compatible with mine. Jenni called about my ad and after answering a few basic questions we made an appointment for her to come over and see the place later that same Sunday afternoon. She explained over the phone that she was tired of sharing a three bedroom house with three other flight attendants whose boyfriends often spent days at a time under the same roof. My offer turned out to be a great situation for both of us. I spent most of my time at the house because I work out of my home studio, and because Jenni worked as a flight attendant, she was out of town for many days at a time. This was a great arrangement but not the foremost reason I chose her to move-in. A knock at the front door signaled her punctuality. I peered through the peep-hole and spontaneously grinned like a maniac. She was beautiful resembling a brunette Gweneth Paltrow but with larger breasts. At first glimpse, I knew I wanted her to move in. I took a moment to compose myself then opened the door, introduced myself, and invited her in for a tour. "Hi, you must be Jenni," I said reaching out to shake her hand, "I'm Harry, please come in and let me show you around" Beginning with the main floor of the house, I first showed her the living room, dining room, kitchen, and media room, before moving upstairs to the bedrooms and terraces. Returning downstairs, we headed out to the backyard as I pointed out, among other things, the property's voice controls and security system. We then walked around the pool to the studio at the rear of the property that also serves as my business office. She asked, "So you're an artist?" "Well, actually," I replied as we walked in, "I'm a design-builder, sort of like an architect, but in my spare time I do like to paint and have been lucky enough to sell a few pieces." I went on to say that the studio is a working office on weekdays for myself, my business partner and our one employee. "The neighborhood is zoned for mixed use; some of the buildings along the street are homes, some are small offices, and some, like mine are both," I explained. The studio is a single large room, about 20' by 35', with a series of sliding glass doors serving as the wall facing the pool, plus floor to ceiling windows in the two side walls for maximum daylight. The back wall is normal sheetrock covered with working designs plus photos, awards, licenses, diplomas and other mementos. My business partner Jeff and I each have a work area at opposite ends of the room while our assistant Carie has a desk in the center facing the pool. Decorated with a sofa, a pair of club chairs and a large low table. the space behind Caries desk serves as the reception area. I handle the design side of the business and Jeff handles the actual construction side of the business. While I rambled on about a current project, Jenni paced across the floor checking out some of the paintings, designs and photos on the back wall. She stopped abruptly, motioning to a particular photo and asked, "Isn't this Holli Harryson?" Surpised by her recognition, I stammered, "Oh, uh.. yes it is." "She's beautiful," Jenni said. "I used to hang out with some other flight attendants at the club where she worked. How do you know her?" "Well," I replied while taking a deep breath, "she's me." Jenni's face widened in surprise as she exclaimed, "No way!" Jenni reminisced aloud about her experiences at Candi's, a local club and showbar that featured drag and gender illusionist shows, and then asked me if I still performed. I explained to her that I worked a while at Candi's because of encouragement from my ex-girlfriend Kim who knew some of the performers through her business. Kim thought I could make some easy money there because of my looks and build. "Her business?" Jenni asked puzzled. "Yea," I replied, "Kim owns a salon where a few of the 'girls' are regular customers." "Is she a hairdresser?" "Actually, hair, makeup, nails, everything," I said, "and she use to practice on me. Anyway," I sighed, "I guess that's how I got started. She'd spend an hour or two doing this and that to my face and hair and then tell me I looked at least as good as anyone working at Candi's. Things just progressed from there." Staring at my portrait I said, "She was right ya know. On a busy weekend, I could easily make $500 a night if I waited tables and worked on stage. All I really needed to do was look pretty and be a little flirty and the tips would get bigger and bigger. Guys and girls alike were constantly propositioning me." "So you don't do it anymore, I mean female-impersonate or whatever you call it?" Jenni asked. "No," I said, "not at a club, but at the time I made enough money to put myself through graduate school. Just before getting my master's degree, I came into a small inheritance and used it plus my Candi's money to remodel this house." "Wow.. so how long have you lived here?" she asked. "I've lived here for about four years and me, Jeff, and Carie moved the office into this studio a little over a year or so. Moving in here saved us the rent and utilities we paid at our old office downtown, plus I get a pretty good break on my personal income taxes" Feeling comfortable with her I smiled, changed the subject, and asked, "Jenni, do you have time to sit down for a cup of coffee? I think we'd make great housemates and I'd like to figure out a price and a date you could move in if your interested." She smiled back and said, "Sure." Returning to the main house, I brewed some coffee as we began to chat. We quickly agreed on a price and date and soon thereafter the conversation returned to my 'Holli' protrait. She said she thought I resembled Nicolette Sheridan. I wasn't quite sure who that was at the time, but I took it as a compliment. I elaborated on what I had told her in the studio explaining that I have been crossdressing since childhood and still did so regularly. She said she was 'cool' with that and added it would be really neat to have a guy roommate with whom she could talk about 'girl-stuff.' She began to indirectly raise the subject of my sexuality, but before she could thoroughly embarrass herself, I rescued her by saying, "I'm a straight guy and a lesbian girl!" going on to explain that when I'm dressed as a man, which is most of the time, I'm only attracted to women, but when I'm dressed as a woman, anything goes. At work, I'm just my ordinary regular male self, although Jeff and Carie both know I crossdress and are aware of my past. She laughed as I further explained that in most of my everyday life, being only 5'7" and a thin 130 lbs, with long wavy blonde hair and no muscle tone, has made dating women a challenge. "In high school, I was the guy who had lots of female friends and always the last one picked for any team sport," I said. "As a guy," I continued, "I don't have much luck at all, but as Holli I am constantly being hit on." Jenni squealed, "You should go out with me to a gay bar then! The guys there aren't looking for anything other than the occassional dance," and continued, "I love it whenever I'm crewed together with a male flight attendant because, like you may have guessed, most of the guys are gay and know some really cool clubs to go to. And the best part is the pilots never go to the same bar as the guy flight attendants." I asked what the problem was with pilots and she told me about how horrible it would be for her and for some other girls whenever they were crewed together with particular pilots who thought of themselves as hot studs. Some constantly hit on the better looking female flight attendants while treating the less attractive females and all the males like dirt. After ranting for a few minutes she finished and said, "I'm sorry, it's just that I wish there were a way to humiliate one of those pilots the way they humiliate some flight attendants." TWO Shortly after Jenni moved in, she fell into a routine of sorts leaving on trips of three to four days then staying home for two or three days straight. She loved to cook so when she was off she would insist on making dinner every night. I didn't have any objections because it turned out she was great in the kitchen. I did, however, insist on buying the groceries and doing the dishes. Since her trips back home usually ended late in the day, I would make dinner those particular nights. Besides dinner, we started doing other things together including going to movies, shopping, and eventually to clubs. Mostly we'd go as a guy and a girl, but every once in a long while, I'd dress up and we'd go as a couple of girls. I particularly enjoyed our shopping trips because we wore the same sizes except for shoes and bra. One night, over dinner, Jenni said, "Can I ask you what may be a very personal question?" "Well," I replied, "that depends on what it is, but go ahead." She put her fork down, folded her hands in her lap, and then leaned forward to me a bit. "Over the past couple of months I could't help but notice, ...how should I say this? You're always wearing baggy sweats or a coat and tie, and mornings you're always wrapped in have that big fluffy robe; there's a beautiful pool out back you never seem to use..." "Don't worry, just get it out," I interjected. She strained trying no to offend me and stammered, "What I'm trying to say is, and any answer is okay with me, but do you have, ...um, I mean, are you trying to hide your body or something?" I burst into laughter. "Hey, don't laugh. I'm sorry I brought it up," Jenni frowned. "No, no, no," I said, "it's just that you looked so serious I thought you were gonna ask me if I ate babies or something else as ridiculous. But to answer your question, let me show you." I pulled the zipper down my fleece warm-up then tugged the sleeves from my arms. I pulled loose the knot on my sweatpants and let them fall to the floor. I was wearing nothing but a pair of high cut underpants as I turned around then back to give her a look at me from all angles. I could see Jenni's eyes widen as she stared at my my girlish figure. "Wow," Jenni whispered, "How in the world could.." I cut her off finishing her question, "How in the world could a twenty- six year old guy have a body like an eighteen year old girl?" She smiled and added, "If you had breast implants you could be a swimsuit model!" "Remember when I told you I how horrible it was for me growing up? I wasn't kidding," I said, "In fact, the first girl I had sex with later realized she was a lesbian." I expected Jenni to laugh at this revelation, but all she did was express a compassionate sigh. "Body shape notwithstanding, I think you're a beautiful person inside and out," she added warmly. "Thanks, don't get me wrong," I said, "I love my body now. I hated it for years, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise," I continued on to explain how, after years of shame in high school and part of college, I took advantage of my appearance with the help of my ex-girlfriend Kim. I got my job at Candi's because of Kim. One of the showgirls, Toni, happened to come to the salon one afternoon and saw me after Kim had given me a makeover. Toni, who was actually the hostess who ran the shows at Candi's, told me and Kim that I was a natural and would fit right in with the line-up of performers at the club. I was hesitant at first, but a couple of weekends later I was waiting tables and lip-synching to Spice-Girl songs. I always seemed to have to play women who had a little baby fat like Baby Spice, Marilynn Monroe, Heather Graham as Roller Girl, and eventually the one I became most popular for, Britney Spears.. Jenni giggled. "I guess that's around the first time I saw you perform." I said, "Maybe not, I didn't do my own show until a few months after I started." I continued my explanation telling her about what goes on backstage at such a club. A lot of the girls didn't like me because I wasn't gay, dated real genetic women, and had lots of fans. Except for my boobs, I didn't rely on padding for the curves of my body, and most of 'em couldn't believe that I wasn't on hormones. See, I have a 26 inch waist to go with my 38A inch bust and," I added as I twirled around to show her my rear-end, "I've got 36 inch hips and a nice ass too! Even my own mother once remarked to me that I had 'womanly hips'. I didn't need to torture myself with hormones 'cause I was already tortured enough growing up in this body." Laughing, Jenni said, "That is one hot bod you've got there girlfriend!" "You probably saw me perform solo after I had a routine of my own finally put together. Because of my body shape, I was the obvious choice to become the house Britney Spears when she became popular. With Kim's help I put together the right look and for the first time got a proper fitting for a pair of attachable breast forms and started electrolysis to thin what litttle facial and body hair I did have. To this day I can't stand the song 'Baby One More Time', but I still love the schoolgirl look. Once I started doing Britney, I could easily make $500 a night dancing and doing shows. I'd get propositioned by men and women alike for all kinds of money to do all kinds of things with them, but the only thing I did outside of Candi's were bachelor parties. They were really fun, but I'll tell you about them some other time. I quit working there after one of the more jealous drag queens stole one of my breast forms. The cat-fights backstage could get nasty so I left just after I finished my master's degree. I sat down and poured us both another glass of merlot. We stayed up late that night and watched a couple of old movies together while Jen would occassionaly ask silly questions like, "Do you wish you had real breasts?" Things between us grew from there. THREE Other than Jeff's and Carie's company, I worked in relative social isolation at home while Jenni experienced the complete opposite in her job. Every day she said 'hello' and 'bye-bye' to at least 800 people. She'd once told me that she'd completely given up meeting a guy while working explaining that in her experience of the thousands of men she'd met, the very few she felt attracted to were either married or were just looking to join the mile high club. Because of our respective situations, it wasn't surprising that only about six months after Jenni moved in we became intimate and have subsequently been together ever since. A while back, I prepared a nice dinner while waiting on Jenni to get in from the airport. About two hours after I expected her home, I heard the front door open then slam shut followed by the sound of bags hitting the floor. Jenni bounded into the kitchen. "Everyhing okay?" I asked wondering about the slamming door. "It was one of those trips I've told you about," she started, "with an asshole captain and even worse co-pilot." I poured some wine and motioned for to sit down as I passed her the glass. "So what happened?" I inquired. She went on to explain how these two pilots were a pair of real chauvinist assholes who constantly hit on the all female flight attendants for the duration of a three-day trip. Not just onboard the plane, but in the hotel and in the airport shuttle each girl had been felt-up in one way or another by one or both of the pilots. One morning when a rookie flight attendant brought coffee to flight deck, these two jerks thought it would be a funny joke if they had their pants down and dicks out. "I overheard the copilot Jim say as Mindy walked up 'That's why it's called the cockpit honey' and then they laughed like a couple of jackasses," Jenni added disgusted, "They're lucky they didn't try any shit like that on me!" I sympathized with her, refilled her glass as well as mine then thoughtfully said, "Something's gotta be done to get that jerk back." "I wish I knew what," she said and continued, "but at least with the new crew rotations, I won't have to see him for the next few weeks." I replied, "Well, whatever you want to do about those assholes, I'll help out if I can." "Thanks...cheers!" Jen perked up and we clinked our glasses. Two weeks later I was working in my studio when my personal line rang. It was Jenni. "I have an idea on how to screw that pilot the way he's always messing with us." "Go on," I said. "Well, he's always trying to stick his dick in us, so what if one of us stick's our dick in him!" "Sounds good, but what exactly do you mean?" I quizzed. "Well, you know how you've said one of your fantasies involved you being dressed in one of my uniforms while getting it on with some unsuspecting horny guy?" she reminded me. "Yea, I suppose so," I admitted. Reminding me of the many times I've worn one of her uniforms while role playing 'slutty stewardess,' she continued, "Don't ya' see, you'd be doing me a favor and enjoying yourself while your at it!" She ran down the rest of her plan and asked me to think about my participation adding that she would be very indebted if I went along. She said goodbye mentioning that she'd talk about it some more when she got home tomorrow. Just before she could hang up I interrupted. "Honey, I'll do it." "What! You will?" she exclaimed. "Sure, let's talk about it when you get home." Once home, Jen fleshed out her plan. I was to masquerade as a new flight attendant meeting her in the lobby bar of the hotel where the aircrews stay when they overnight in Atlanta. She would invite Jim along for a drink, promising to introduce him to her friend Holli who just started with a rival airline a couple of months ago. When I asked Jenni how she'd make sure he made a pass at me she said, "Are you kidding? You look like a model! You're just his type, besides, I'll let it be known on the way in from the airport that the friend I'm meeting might be a little easy." If he took the bait, namely me, all I had to do was get him upstairs to my room, get him in a compromising position, then take photos or video of the event to use against him if he ever harassed any girl in the future. Humiliation was easier and better than getting him fired. The plan was simply to guarantee his good behavior or whatever else we wanted through blackmail. An accomplice of ours, Katie, who flew with Jen many times and also said she couldn't stand Jim, would pick me up the morning the plan went into effect and get me to Atlanta. I'd fly with Katie as her friend, then get to the hotel and check-in a few hours before Jen's crew was supposed to arrive. The day before the big event, I drove Jenni to the airport, kissed her goodbye, and said, "I'll see you tomorrow in Atlanta!" She replied, "Remember, I want you to look sexy. I want that asshole to drool over you!" "Okay!" "Bye!" "Bye-bye!" FOUR After leaving the airport I headed to my ex Kim's salon for my private appointment. Kim has a good body and an average face, but what she lacks in looks she more than makes up in sexual aggressiveness. She is a constant flirt who always wears tight clothes and short skirts. It's probably what attracted me to her in the first place. She's not a bimbo at all; more like a female Casanova who'd fuck a guy or girl before knowing their name just because she felt horny. Jen knew that Kim and I were still close friends and suggested I get my nails and hair done at Kim's salon for the trip. I pulled into the salon parking lot about two hours before the normal opening time so I wheeled around back and parked next to Kim's car. I assumed the front door would be locked so I proceeded to the rear door and found it open. The jingle of bells tied above the door announced my arrival. "Is that you Holli?" Kim called out from the front of the salon. "It's me!" I returned. I could hear her heels clicking in step with mine as we made our way toward each other. "I sometimes forget how pretty you are!" Kim blurted as we came face to face. That morning I was wearing a belly shirt, short wrap-around sarong skirt, a pair of 2" heel sandals and just a little day makeup with my hair pulled up in a clip. Kim was wearing an overtly sexy outfit as usual consisting of a tight fuzzy sweater over a little black leather skirt. Perched on a pair of black five-inch stilletos, her black stockings were undoubtedly held in place by a lacey black garter belt. And as was her preference, I guessed she would be wearing a black lace bra and panty set to go with the leather skirt. Later, I would find all this to be true. Kim took me by the hand and led me to one of the sinks while I explained the reason for my visit. To my surprise she said, "I know all about it. Jenni called me a few days ago and told me what you guys are up to. Airline pilot, huh? That'll be a first for ya. Oh, and by the way, I see you gotta new set of boobs." She was referring to a set of C cup attachable forms I recently purchased to wear with sexy outfits. She studied my hair for a few moments and then said, "You know, if you're going for a really sexy, almost slutty look, you should let me put in some extensions before I add highlights." I smiled, agreed, and she got busy. I had no idea it would take so long. After a while employees started to arrive, the salon opened, and customers began to show up, but all the while Kim kept her attention on me. After what seemed like hours of hair pulling, gluing, and cutting, Kim spun my chair towards the mirror and asked, "What do ya think?" My smile said it all. My hair not only looked fuller, it had gone from shoulder length to ass length. "Now let's get you cut and colored," she ordered. As Kim worked her magic, we chatted a bit and then got to talking more seriously about my relationship with Jenni. I told her that I really cared for Jen otherwise I wouldn't be doing her this favor and then wondered aloud why Kim was so interested. She leaned into my ear and whisper, "I'm not jealous hun, just horny." I giggled and replied aloud, "Then come over for dinner tonight. It's the least I can do for all this," as I motioned toward my new tresses. "It's a date." When Kim finished, she turned me back facing the mirror and said, "Opinion, honey?" She had taken my dirty blonde shoulder length do, and turned it into a sexy wave of golden blonde locks with platinum highlights cascading down my back to the top of my ass. "You gave me 'Playmate of the Month' hair," I happilly gasped. "Glad you approve," she replied flatly and led me over to a nail station. In no time I was sporting a new set of long fire-red nails to go with my new hair. As she was finishing, Kim added, "Since your here, why don't you let Sammy make you up. He's wondering why you're here so I lied and told him you were gonna start doing shows again." "Sure," I replied When I left Candi's, I would work part-time for Kim whenever Sammy had a large workload like a fashion show or wedding. He'd been the best make-up artist in town for years and taught me all I know. I moved over to his station with my new nails in the air ostensibly to help them dry, but really to keep Sammy from hugging me. He's on of those touchy feely types who hugs you at the start and end of any conversation you have with him while touching you constantly throughout. He might also be the gayest man in town, but he's a dear friend and the best make-up artist I know. He immediately started gossiping to me about the recent goings on at the showbars in town, but I interrupted him and told him that Kim had fibbed on my behalf and that I was in the salon getting my hair and nails done for a date. He smiled as he tweezed a few hairs from my arched brows, and said, "I knew one day you'd change sides! You can't go around looking as pretty as you and not be into guys." As he started applying a light foundation to my smooth skin, I said, "It's not like that Sammy. I'm here because of my girlfriend." With a disappointed frown on his face, he busied himself next by applying a dark, almost black, eyeshadow to my lids before continuing with the other areas of my face. As he worked, he thanked me for being his guinea pig, saying that he was trying a look on me that he wanted to use for a photo shoot next week. Above my dark lids, he applied a light silvery shadow then used a dark pencil liner in a thick line beneath my lashes. In addition to a rich black mascara, Sammy glued a couple of false lashes to the outside corners of my eyes. He lined my lips with a deep cinnamon lipliner, filled them in with a deep rich red color and then added a bit of gloss to give them a wet look. After some blush and powder, he finally took a step back and said, "Honey, you look so good, if I were into girls I'd do you myself!" as he mockingly rocked his hips back and forth. "Sorry to disappoint you Sammy, but my girlfriend Jen might not approve." He turned the chair so that I faced the mirror and could see his handiwork. Sammy had given me a very dramatic look emphasizing my eyes with a heavy dark eyeliner and shadow. He used a dark lip liner and a deep red lip color to match my nails. With my new hair and glamorous new makeover, I looked like I was made up for a Victoria's Secret fashion show. This much makeup on my face would ordinarily make me or anyone for that matter, look slutty, but Sammy's expert technique had made me look glamorously sexy. My hardening cock agreed with my assessment I found Kim out by the reception desk. She smiled seeing the combined results of her and Sammy's expert handiwork. "How can I thank you?" I asked as I gave her a quick hug. "Just make sure the desert is good tonight," she replied with a wink. I smiled back knowing a wink from Kim meant she wanted nothing less than hard sex. "My place at six then?" I said as I headed for the door. "See ya later," was her affirmative reply. Kim has always been a sexual Thomas Edison constantly experimenting and inventing different how, where, when, and whys to have sex. The kinkier, the better. Though not the first girlfriend to know I crossdressed, she was the first to encourage development of my alter-ego Holli and often used Holli in one sort of sex game or another. I love sex, but just couldn't keep up with the variety and frequency Kim wanted; it's the reason we're no longer a couple. To this day we are best friends and occassionaly we'll have a sexual tryst whenever Kim has an appetite for a 'chick with a dick'. FIVE It was already late in the day and I still had not packed for the trip tomorrow, so I cheated and ordered a delivery from a nearby Thai restaurant scheduling delivery at 6:30. After picking out some possible outfits and lingerie for tomorrow, I took a warm bath instead of my usual shower so I wouldn't ruin my hair and make-up. Just before bathing, I Naired what little hair had grown on my legs, underarms, body, and scrotum since last week. I also trimmed the soft, little heart-shaped patch at the base of my cock. After toweling off, I prepped my smooth chest before putting on my silicone breast forms. Laying on my back on the floor, I first attach adhesive strips to my skin that will hold my boobs securely even without a bra for the next several days and then carefully place each form in place. My custom C-cup breasts feel and match my skin tone so closely that it is almost impossible to tell where the form ends and my living skin begins. After rising from the floor, my new heavy breasts tugged at the sagging skin of my chest as I moved to the floor length mirror to admire my feminine body. I wanted to wear something sexy for Kim so I picked out a three piece lingerie set to go under the little mini dress I had decided to wear. I pulled the pink bra straps over my shoulders, hooked the back, and slid the lacy cups over my new breasts. The naturally saggy skin on my chest was pushed up and together by the bra and forms giving my bosom perfect looking cleavage. I then fastened the matching garter belt around my waist, sat down on my bed, and pointed my toes into a nude thigh high stocking as I slid it up my silky smooth leg. After doing the same for my other leg, I hooked the garters to the stocking tops and pulled the matching pink lace panties up over my thighs. I bent over pushing my cock back between my legs as I pulled the panties over the garter straps into place. I always wear my panties over my garters so I can pull them off when I want to fuck without having to take off my stockings. I then stepped into a pair of four inch stilettos and walked over to the floor length mirror. I twirled left and right admiring myself as I made sure everything looked right when I remembered Jenni saying I looked like Nicolette Sheridan. I faced the mirror, pushed my hand down into my panties, felt my stiffening cock and said aloud, "Yea, but Nicolette doesn't have one of these!" By now I was feeling just as horny as Kim had earlier in the day, but even so I resisted the temptation to bring myself to climax right there and then. Instead, I finished dressing by slipping into a tight pink mini-dress. Just to set the right mood, I dabbed a little perfume on my neck and wrists. I checked myself one last time in the mirror. I couldn't decide whether I looked more like a life-sized Barbie Doll or one of those models you see on a phone sex infomercial. The doorbell rang a few minutes after six. It was Kim. I swung the door open and before she could say anything I kiddingly blurted out, "Do I look fat in this?" That got her laughing which was the desired effect. As she walked past me she replied, "I swear Holli, your getting girlier all the time!" "So what's cookin' dear?" she asked as she headed straight for the kitchen. "I ordered in; is that okay?" following her lead. She reached into the fridge for a bottle of chardonnay and responded, "You mean we're not going out?" "I told you I didn't have much time tonight," I whined as I pulled out of pair of glasses from the cupboard. She smiled and poured us each a glass. "I thought we'd go to Candi's for old time's sake, but that's okay ...what are we having anyway?" Pleased, I responded, "Thai food, ...spring rolls and some of your favorites if that's good with you." "Sure is." I glanced over at the clock when a knock at the front door announced dinner's prompt arrival. I pulled some cash from my purse on the hall table and opened the door. Even though I ordered Thai food, because this a college town, the delivery guy looked like he just stepped off the set of 'Dawson's Creek.' As soon as I opened the door his eyes widened then went up and down my body from head to toe checking me out before he said anything. "Um.. ahh, I have your order here from Thai City, it's ahh, $32.67 altogether," he finally blurted out when he caught himself staring. Evidently, our dinner was in the big boxy styrofoam cooler he was holding with both hands so I asked him if he could put it on the kitchen counter down the hall. As I held the door open for him, Kim called out, "Is the delivery boy cute Holli?" He and I gave a quick glance at each other as he passed by and I called back to Kim with an embarrassed sigh, "Yes dear, he is." I follow him to the kitchen. As he stepped in, Kim stood up and cooed, "Yes he is indeed," and added, "Hi, I'm Kim and you've already met my girlfriend Holli." I tried to rescue the the poor guy from Kim's advances by quickly asking again, "How much did you say the check is?" He looked back and forth between me and Kim as he emptied the contents of the box onto the counter probably wondering what the heck these two hot chicks were up to. "It's $32.67, ma'am," he answered. I handed him $40 as Kim interjected, "What's the best tip you've ever received?" He replied, "I guess around $50 once on a big order." "I don't mean money necessarily," Kim cooed as she ran her hand down the length of his arm and then to his butt. I thought the guy was gonna freak out at Kim's forwardness, but to my surprise he turned his crotch into her thigh, grins and said, "Well, ...I once got it on with a couple of hot chicks for a $32.67 order." Taking his bold statement as her cue, Kim slid her hand down the front of his khakis groping for his cock as she said, "Oh really?" as she lifted an eyebrow. He returned her grope by reaching his hands around her hips to squeeze her ass. Meanwhile, I slid onto a stool a couple of feet away just a bit shocked but not surprised at how quickly Kim was making it with a complete stranger. Secured, but at an uncomfortable angle tucked between my asscheeks, I could feel my cock coming to life. The delivery boy's hands found their way to the button and zipper of Kim's skirt and quickly let it fall to her ankles. With a flick of her 5" stilettto, Kim freed herself of the skirt and began to pull her blouse from her shoulders. As soon as the tops of her breasts showed from the push-up bra she wore, he pulled her in tight and began kissing her bosom. As her blouse hit the floor, he reached around and expertly unsnapped her bra and let it fall as well. He moved like a guy who'd undressed many women in his few years since puberty. "Slow down, slow down," she whispered as she gripped the front of his pants. She stepped backward leading him by the belt toward the den adjacent to the kitchen. "Coming Holli?" she ordered as she pulled him toward one of the recliners in the den. Turning to face him as he slid onto the chair she asked, "So what do you think of Holli?" She stood between his legs like a stripper about to give a valued customer a lap dance while she waited for him to come up with the right answer. "I think she's hot!" he replied as I made my way toward them. "Hotter than me?" she cooed as she shrank to her knees in front of him. He didn't want to risk what appeared to be an immanent blowjob by giving the wrong answer. Recognizing the confusion on his face, Kim soothingly said, "Go ahead, answer truthfully," as she freed his belt and unzipped his pants While Kim tugged his pants down, as diplomatically as possible he said, "Well, uh, you're more of the pretty girl-next-door type, the kind of girl every guy likes and wants to get to know." As I came up behind Kim and rested my hands on her shoulders, he finished, "And Holli, you're more like the 'Price is Right' game show model." Kim and I both giggled taking what he said as a pretty good compliment given the apparent pressure of his situation. As he finished his answer, Kim began to free his throbbing cock from his underwear. She coyly asked, "Do you wanna win a prize from the 'Price is Right' girl?" Immediately I knew she meant for me to go down on this lucky guy. He answered by cracking a big smile and pulling his golf shirt up over his head and dropping it to the floor. We've seduced unsuspecting men together in the past, but only after talking about it beforehand. This was the first time Kim started something without first letting me know. Not knowing what she was going to do next, I took the initiative. I dropped to my knees and slid my hands from her shoulders around under her breasts cupping each in my hands while pinching her nipples between my long red nails. Kim cupped his balls in her left hand while stroking his member with her right as if milking his head. I ran my nails back around over her back, over her hip, and pulled her lacy black thong down her thighs. Like me, she wears her undies over her garters. Kim released his member and stood up, then with the same motion she used to kick her skirt away, she discarded her panties. Still on my knees behind her, I ran my right hand up the inside of her left thigh as I peeked around her hips and said, "Before we go any further, we need to be safe." The delivery boy looked bewildered so I said, "Down the hall on the right, there's some condoms and KY in the bathroom medicine cabinet." Understanding what I meant, he pulled himself up and headed down the hall still fully erect. As he went down the hall, I pulled Kim's arm down, dropping her back on her knees facing me. I confessed to her, "I'm so horny." "I knew you'd be when I walked in here and saw you in that pink dress!" "I guess you know me better than I know myself after all these years." "So what do ya wanna do, ...maybe a sixty-nine butt fuck?" In a muffled gasp I let out, "Yes!" and added, "Unzip my dress." I stepped out of the spandex mini-dress and whispered, "I'm wearing a plug," as I pulled my panties down and slid a buttplug from my man pussy tossing it into a candy dish on an end table. Kim kissed me on the lips and said, "Okay, but when he's gone, it's my turn." She pulled her long hair across her shoulders and onto her breasts then rolled on her back in the center of the shag rug with her head closest to the hall. I straddled her face with my back to the now returning delivery boy. I gently twisted my neck side to side causing my long blonde hair to brush across my heart shaped ass. That motion is Kim's cue to push one hand up against my cock and balls to conceal them tight across my stomach. From this point on, Kim's primary job is to keep my hard-on out of his sight. All he saw as he walked back in was a pair of hot horny chicks in a sixty-nine position; the one on top enjoying a good pussy rubbing courtesy of the one below. This is just one of several positions we've used to have sex with an otherwise unsuspecting straight guy. They're so wrapped up in the fantasy of having a three-way with a pair of hotties that they never have a clue it's actually a two-guy, one girl menage-au- tois. I looked over my shoulder and notice he's already slipped a Trojan over his high hard cock. He held the lube and a wash cloth in one hand while using the other to keep his balance as he lowered himself to his knees behind me. His thighs pressed against my smooth stocking clad legs causing me to go down on all fours. I peeked over my shoulders to give him instructions, but see he's way ahead of me already about to insert his lube drenched fingers into my glory hole. Pleasantly surprised at his familiarity at ass-play, I gently gripped my lower lip with my teeth and held my breath as his fingers gently slid in. I took a long deep breath and pulled the white shag rug tightly in my red nails while he expertly expanded my little ring to accommodate his fat cock. Having worn a buttplug until a few minutes ago, he found me ready for his entry after only a few moments of fingering. He gripped my ass like a bowling ball readying me for his cock to follow. While holding my hip with his left hand, he guided his love muscle into my ass-pussy with his right. I arched my back, holding my ass as high in the air as possible as he first buried his cockhead. I closed my eyes and took a quick breath as I felt the sudden heat of his shaft. Holding my hips with both hands, he pushed deeper. With a grunt he jerked forward as I returned the motion by rocking back into his thighs. I craved the pressure of his big johnson filling my ass. He leaned forward and let out a long breath as he ran his nose through my long hair. I pulled away from his thighs then rocked back hard signaling my desire to be fucked hard. He straightened his back and once more pulled my hips back as he thrusted his cock forward. I let out a soft encouraging, "Yes.." He readied another thrust as I rocked back into his thighs. Again and again we repeated the same motion but with a little more speed each time. Below me I felt Kim struggling to keep my own raging hard-on from exposing itself. He threw his right foot over my calf when suddenly his strokes became shorter but faster. We're all breathing hard when at once the delivery boy's body went rigid. He sounded like a man trying to lift a two-ton weight as I felt his steamy cum explode from his cock into the Trojan buried deep within my rectum. After a few moments, he pulled out and slumped to the floor on his ass sweating and breathing hard. I pulled my legs together as Kim rose from between my legs onto her knees. She walked on her knees around me being sure to obscure his view of my crotch as I pivoted behind her. Now positioned between he and I, she leaned back into me resting the back of her head between my breasts while my erect cock hid between the small of her back and my stomach. Meanwhile, the delivery boy was cleaning himself with the washcloth trying to wipe the scent of sex from his body before returning to work. Kim and I remained in a sitting spoon position as he stood and began to dress. Kim looked up at him and said, "So, tell me again, what's the best tip you've ever received?" As he pulled his polo over his head he replied, "Not only was that the best tip I've ever been given, I'm so late now, I don't care if it's my last." I added, "If you keep this to yourself, next time we order, we'll ask for you." He grinned and said, "No one's gonna belive me anyway, besides, I'm a gentleman." Dismissing him, Kim said, "Okay Gentleman, you know the way out." He grabbed his cooler from the kitchen counter, said a quick good-bye, and headed out the front door. As the sound of his car faded from the driveway, I said, "Hungry for some cold Thai?" To which Kim replied, "Oh no! It's my turn now." Kim rose to her feet and turned toward me pushing her soft close-trimmed beaver just a few inches from my face. She placed her hands on her hips and inhaled slowly. Her five inch spiked heels gave her just enough height to position her clit level with my glistening red lips. I knew what she wanted. Sitting on my knees with my ass touching the spikes of my own heels, I ran my hands up and behind her silky thighs. I cocked my head to one side tossing my long golden hair over one shoulder, looked up into her pretty eyes, and slowly lowered my jaw. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I slid my tongue out over my bottom lip and teased her swelling berry. Her wispy eyelashes fluttered as she let out a long shallow breath. I pressed my face in closer pushing my nose against her shaved pussy. Alternating between flat and deep licks, I teased her swollen clit as my mouth became wet with her flowing love juices. By now, all eye contact had broken and Kim had grabbed a handful of my hair at the top of my head. I pushed my chin in harder between her thighs when she started thrusting her hips forward. She began to moan softly in several disconnected words, "Good ...yes ...aha ..mmmm ...yess.." I grabbed onto her asscheeks in much the same way Superman grabs his suit lapels in a phone booth. She pushed harder bending a bit at the knees while squeezing the tufts of my hair she held with her hands. She held and bucked my face like a cowboy on an angry bronco. I felt I was suffocating when at last she suddenly released me, and gently slumped to hers knees beside me. "That was sooo good," she cooed as she nibbled at the tops of my man-breasts. She leaned against me, arms around my waist and mine around her hers, as she slowly regained her composure. After a few minutes, she teased, "You're the only one who didn't get there 'O'," then continued, "Let's see what we can do about that." Kim ran her long fingernails through my hair in an attempt to fluff out what tresses she had earlier crunched in her hand. She continued primping me for a few moments more until satisfied, then started caressing my breastforms through my lace bra admitting, "I think you'd look better if these were a little bigger and real." I replied, "Remember, you kinda helped talk me into these in the first place." She added, "Maybe, ...but I think you sometimes wish they were real too." I stroked her long hair as she worked her tongue from my sensitive ear, across my neck and chest, down my flat stomach, and then along my throbbing cock. She moved herself between my legs and carefully cupped my sack with her left hand while holding the base of my cock steady with her right. She knew how to give me my favorite blowjob because she'd seen me give it to other guys many times. I leaned back on my elbows, holding my chest and head up while assuming a missionary position. Our stillettos and stockings rubbed against each others as she moved to a kneeling position while lowering her head toward my raging hard-on. I jerked my head from side to side in order to keep my long hair from obscuring my view. She looked up into my eyes as she pushed her pouty, glistening red lips onto my cockhead. My eyes closed reflexively as the pleasure welled up from my crotch. She relaxed her lower jaw and pushed down the length of my shaft while holding it in place with her right hand. I gnawed my lower lip to counter this overwhelming pleasure with a little pain. As she pulled her mouth back up the shaft, she pressed her soft wet tongue against the sensitive underside of my member. I shook my head in ecstasy and dropped on my back when she started back down my shaft adding a little suction with her cheeks as she went. She repeated the motion over a few more times before adding some movement with her right hand. While holding my cockhead steady in her mouth, she adjusted her grip on the base of my shaft and began to slide her hand up and down synchronized with the bobbing of her head. Together, the quickening motion of her hand, her tongue, her cheeks, and her lips brought me closer and closer to climax when agonizingly she ripped away from my overheated dick, gasped for air, and blurted, "Fuck me!" Before I could think, she pulled me up toward her exchanging missionary positions so now I was kneeling over her as she spread her legs. She reached out and pulled me down onto her, my bra pressing against her breasts as she kissed me hard and deep. I slid my nylon clad legs into position and with my ruby-nailed fingers, guided my cock onto her bald beaver. She was steaming wet inside. My six inches easily slid in all the way to the hilt on first stroke. We let out a simultaneous purr of pleasure. I pulled my hips back and she arched her back as I readied to thrust again. My blonde hair cascaded down my back and over my shoulders tickling her erect nipples. Our lacey garters rubbed against our bare flesh as I bore down on her once more. Again and again and faster and harder we bucked until at last my load exploded within her hot body covering her insides with my steaming love juice. Panting like junk yard dogs we lay there quietly savoring the evening's experience. After a long while, Kim broke the sleepy silence. "Hungry now?" she kidded. SIX My alarmclock went off much too soon. The night before with Kim had been spectacular, but for Jenni's sake, I had to perform at least as well today. Kim had spent the night in the guestroom, and the smell of coffee wafting through the house made it plain she had already risen. I wandered downstairs wearing a only a pair of boxer short forgetting the heavy breast forms were still securely fastened to my chest. I found her in the kitchen breakfasting over the morning paper. Looking up from her paper, she said, "Well, you look like a well-fucked shemale this morning," and added, "it's a good thing I'm here to help you get ready." "And good-morning to you too," I responded still half sleep. "Look, didn't you say you had to be ready by ten-thirty?" "Yea, so?" "Well it's after eight and you should just see yourself." I helped myself to a cup of coffee and slunk down in a chair beside her. After a few tentative sips I said, "I do appreciate your help Kim," before getting back up and heading to my bedroom. Over my shoulder I added, "I'm heading for the shower." As I turned off the water after a quick shower, I heard Kim call from the adjacent dressing room, "Don't do anything to your hair; I'll take care of it." "Okay!" came my reply. After wrapping my long hair up in a towel, I dried the rest of my body before dabbing my ass and cock and balls with scented powder. I moved out to the vanity in my dressing room and began applying my make-up while Kim busied herself with my hair. As usual, I started with a concealer before applying a light foundation to even out my skin tone. "Aren't you glad you went through with all that electrolysis?" Kim observed of my smooth facial skin. Once satisfied that I had an unblemished canvas to start with, I added a taupe eye shadow with silvery highlights, and used a dark pencil liner and mascara to give my eyes a sensual look. Kim continued to comb and roll my hair as I tried to work on my face while she bobbed my head back and forth. I decided to wait for her to finish before I continued. "Am I gonna be late?" I wondered aloud. "No, I'll be done in a few minutes, and you can finish you face under the dryer," Kim reassured me. I hate the dryer, but it's the best way to set the body and flowing curls in my hair. I started applying my lip liner just after Kim switched on the dryer. I added a glistening ruby-red lipstick and then pinkish blush to finish the professional but flirty look I wanted. Since I was immobile while the dryer hummed along, Kim laid my clothes out on the dressing table behind me. She finally released me from the dryer and I began to dress with rollers still in my hair. I began with a black lace garter belt and matching see through mesh bra. My attachable forms jiggle, look, and feel indistinguishable from the real thing underneath a bra whether the material is see through or not. I then slid a pair of black nylon thigh-highs up my smooth legs and attached then to the garters with a little help from Kim. She'd spent time in the dressing room at Candi's and knew how to help me tuck and hide my cock when I pulled on my lacey panties. Kim decided it was time to brush out my hair at this point so we went back over to the vanity. Her experience fingers quickly dispensed with the rollers and soon she was brushing and spraying my hair into what I affectionately started calling my 'Playboy Bunny' hairstyle. My platinum highlighted blonde hair cascaded in curly waves over my shoulders across my tits and down my back to my ass crack. It looked as good as yesterday. Puzzled, I said, "Don't flight attendants have to wear their hair up or something?" Kim replied, "Honey, you're not a flight attendant, your just pretending to be one so you can fuck some guy. Remember? Besides, that uniform she gave you has a skirt I'm sure would violate some FAA rule." "Sorry, dumb blonde syndrome I guess." Once Kim finished my hair I returned to the dressing table and slipped into my sexy uniform. I first slipped into the bone colored silk blouse ignoring the usual camisole worn underneath such a see-through garment. I wanted anyone who peeked to see the outline of my black lace bra underneath the blouse. Next I stepped into the black wool blend skirt. Kim was right, it has been altered to be a little tighter and much shorter than any skirt I've ever seen on an aircraft. She zipped me up from behind as I looked down to notice the bottom hem half way up my thigh. "You're right," I said as she fastened the waistband. Kim moved around in front of me, pulled up the collar of my blouse, and slipped the little red flouncy tie around my neck. As she pulled my collar back down, I stepped into a pair of four inch pumps. "These might be a little high," I said, "but I'm only pretending, right?" Kim snickered. Finally, Kim helped me into the form-fitting black wool blend blazer brushing it with her fingers here and there to smooth it over my curves. "Wow," she complimented. I spritzed on some Chanel No.5, added a pair of gold hoop earings, a matching thin wristwatch and bracelet, and finally slid a couple of rings on my fingers. With an excited sigh, I announced, "I'm ready." Kim helped me pack my makeup, garments, and other items I'd need on the trip. Holding a tube of lube she teased, "Do ya think one's enough." "Very funny," I said flatly. As I latched my bag, we heard the double beep of a car horn outside. "That's my cue," I said. I grabbed my purse and pulled my wheeled suitcase toward the front door as we said our goodbyes. SEVEN Katie's mouth and eyes widened as I strutted toward her car. "You look amazing!" she said enthusiastically as she popped the trunk lid for me. "I still get kinda freaked out whenever I see you in dressed up; you look better than any flight attendant I know!" she added. "Well," I said, "let's hope this asshole Jim thinks I look good too." We bypassed the terminal at the airport and went straight to the airline's operations center where Katie picked up an employee pass to get us on a company training aircraft departing for Atlanta shortly. On board, the plane was empty except for five pilots, two of which apparently were trainees, a couple of company executives who flirted with Jamie and I during the short flight, and another off-duty flight attendant hitching a ride to Atlanta like us. On the ground we were given a ride to the main terminal by a company car and from there we took a cab to the hotel arriving just after three in the afternoon. Jamie checked me into the hotel so I'd have a suite on the same floor as the airline crews. We then went upstairs unpacked our bags and prepared the room. While I put some condoms, lube, and a washcloth in the nightstand next to the bed, Jamie hid digital video camera in a black patent leather purse on a dresser at the foot of the bed. She said it had an unobstructed view the room from under the flap of the purse without itself being seen. Lastly, I opened my jacket and blouse and attached a pair of perky nipples to my breastforms under my bra. "What on earth are you doing?" Katie giggled. "Guys like perky nipples, right?" I responded, "I should know, I'm one of them." She shook her head still unsure how I could look like such an attractive woman, but actually be a man. I tried to help her understand. "Some guys are born genetics that help make them a world champion body- builder, like Arnold Swartzenegger. I'm the exact opposite. I was born with genetics that gave me a woman's curves and a pretty face." She relaxed a bit using my explanation to help come to some inner understanding of my outward appearance. The phone rang. I picked it up. "Hello?" I said in a soft sultry voice. "We're at the airport waiting for the shuttle," the voice on the other end said. I put my hand over the phone and whispered to Jamie, "It's Jen." "We're ready here if everything's still on," I said. "Great! I already told him I'm meeting an old girlfriend who just started as a flight attendant and I'll try to embellish a little more on the ride over," Jenni responded. "So I'll see you in the lobby bar in about 45 minutes?" "Yes, and remember, everything I've told him about you is true except your real gender. He knows you worked in a showbar, but he thinks you were a dancer or stripper or something like that. He kinda fixated on that aspect, anyway gotta run ... oh yeah, make sure Jamie gives you a nametag and insignia." The line went dead before I could say anything. "Jamie, Jen says you have a nametage and insignia for me?" "Oh, sure, let me pin them on you," she replied as she rummaged through her purse finally producing a pin in the logo of the airline I was supposedly working for, and a name tag that was enscribed 'HOLLY'. "My name is misspelled," I jokingly complained. Jamie pinned the nametag and logo to my blazer and said, "Remember, we've never met before today if he asks." "Hey," I said, "I, of all people, know how to pretend." I checked myself in the floor length mirror admiring my long silky legs, my heart shaped ass in the tight mini-skirt, my beautiful flowing blonde hair, and big nippley breasts held high in the tight jacket. I strutted a few steps, twirled, and strutted back and asked Jamie, "Well, what do you think?" "You'll eat him up!" she gleefully replied. I retorted, "I hope so." EIGHT A few minutes after I left the suite heading downstairs to the lobby bar, Jamie would follow. The lobby bar had few customers at this early evening hour. Besides myself, there was a trio of businessmen together at a table, a couple of ladies at another table, two single guys at opposite corners of the sqare-shaped bar, and an attractive thirty something businesswoman in a smart skirt-suit seated a few stools away from me. I preached myself at the corner of the bar closest to the front desk, put my purse up on the bar, and crossed my legs in front of me as I faced out toward the lobby. Anyone who walked into the hotel would certainly notice me. I ordered a vodka martini as I waited for Jenni to arrive. As I fully expected, just a few minutes after I sat down, one of the two single guys approached me from their corner of the bar. "Here for the NBTAA conference?" was his opening line. "Whatever that is, I'm not. I'm waiting for the rest of my crew who should be here in any minute now," I said flatly. "You're crew?" he prodded. "Yes, my crew. I'm a flight attendant." "Wow, what airline? and uh, can I buy you a drink while you wait?" was his next ridiculous line. I looked him in the eyes, leaned in close to his ear, and whispered in my most unmistakably male voice, "Look, I'm really a guy in drag waiting for a couple of other guys in drag before we go out to pick up straight guys." He jerked away from me his face knotted in confusion as if he were just doused with a bucket of icy water. He reeled away towards the elevators not looking back before he was well out of the lobby bar area. I smirked thinking to myself that he's gonna think long and hard before trying to hit on another single lady at a convention. I took a quick sip of my martini and relaxed. The attractive woman a few stools away lifted her drink and said, "My compliments, it took me over fifteen minutes to get that loser to buzz off and you somehow got him running in just fifteen seconds. What did you say to him anyway?" In a moment of truth I answered, "I told him I'm really a man." She looked me up and down and laughed not believing a word of it, "I'll have to remember to use that line next time. Cheers." "Cheers," I returned and took a long sip of my martini. Moments later I heard a familiar voice among many as a crowd stepped into the hotel from outside. Jenni had arrived. "Holli, how have you been?" she called out as she approached. I slid off the barstool while pulling down the hem of my short skirt and replied, "Jenni, you look great!" We hugged each other like old friends to keep up appearances. As we embraced Jenni whispered, "Jim can't wait to meet you. I think he thinks you'd be an easy score." As we separated I replied confidently, "I think he's right." To keep our cover, Jenni began to chat about some of the customers at Kim's salon as if it were an interesting story we shared. As she spoke, I noticed an attractive looking guy in a pilot's uniform moving toward us from the lobby. "Is that him?" I whispered. Jenni turned just as the good looking guy stepped up toward our corner of the bar. He was about 6'2" tall, broad shouldered, with a trim waistline, short wavy dark hair, and blue eyes. His uniform was perfectly fitted and pressed. He looked like the sort of guy you might see on a military recruiting poster or in a Calvin Klein ad. I was pleasantly shocked. "Jim!" Jenni opened, "this is my friend Holli; Holli this is one of the guys I work with, Jim." "Please to meet you Holli," Jim warmly responded to Jenni's introduction. "Hi Jim," I sweetly replied. "Jenni has been talking about you ever since we began this trip Holli. I feel a bit embarassed that I know so much about you while I'm still a complete stranger to you," was his charming opening line. It was just as Jenni predicted; he was already trying to charm my skirt off. "I guess we'll have to fix that then," was my coy response. We three began having cocktails and talking about airlines, but Jenni smartly steered the conversation away from this subject knowing I might get stuck. Jenni mentioned that I once performed on stage as a showgirl to which Jim said, "You certainly have the legs and body for it, and I'm sure you were the prettiest of the bunch as well." "Oh Jim, you're so sweet," I replied as I brushed the top of his hand with my long ruby-red fingernails. We all chatted for a few more minutes as I twirled a lock of my hair in my fingers and occasionally ran my hand up and down my thigh. I felt he was completely into me so I gave Jenni the signal for her to depart by crossing and recrossing my legs. She confirmed she understood me by saying, "I'm gonna go upstairs and take a cat-nap; wanna meet for dinner in a couple of hours Holli?" I replied, "Sure, I'll give you a call." Jenni headed toward the elevators leaving Jim and I alone. "She's a great lady," Jim said about Jenni once she was out of earshot. As smooth and innocent as everything he said seemed to sound, I knew from what Jenni and Jamie had told me, it was just his way of operating. I decided to take a chance and cut through the chatter saying to Jim, "I've been sitting in this lobby bar over an hour now so I think I'm gonna head upstairs too; would you like to join me." He was a player, but my directness caught him off guard. He stuttered, "Um, ah, sure, I mean, thank you, that's generous of you." NINE He paid our tabs and we headed to the elevators. I took advantage of the crowded elevator by pressing my soft warm breastforms into his back making sure he felt my nipples stroke against him all the way to my floor. When the elevator stopped, he let me exit first so I took the opportunity to brushed my hand against his crotch as we stepped through the crowd and onto my floor. No doubt about it, he was aroused. I walked ahead of him swaying my hips and swishing my long hair across my ass as we made our way to the door. We passed a pilot wearing the same type of uniform as Jim who gave him a smile and nod as we went by. I pulled my keycard from my purse, passed it through the electronic lock, and opened the door. Stepping through into the suite I thought I could hardly blame the guy for hitting on me, after all, I would be constantly hitting on women if I had his good looks. He had the confidence and looks of a guy who very rarely got turned down. He closed the door behind us and said, "You really are more attractive in person than in the photos Jenni showed me." "Thanks Jim, but you don't have to use anymore lines on me, we're already in my room," I said as I switched the stereo on tuning it to a smooth jazz station. "No line Holli, I mean it," he said as he stepped close to kiss me. His kiss was passionate. After another brief kiss on the lips, with just a bit of tongue tip, he kissed his way down my neck beginning just below my ear while breathing in th