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LOST LUGGAGE
By Scott Ramsey
"I hate my job." I sighed, trudging wearily into Trump Tower in New
York late on a rainy Monday morning in April.
Okay, so the traveling wasn't bad. I got to see lots of places, New
York, L.A, London, Paris - and the company always sprang for the best
hotels. I liked the Trump, and its location was convenient to the
people and corporations I had to meet with over the next several days,
pitching my company's network system upgrades to those who already used
our stuff, a few good prospects for new customers.
It wasn't that I didn't like selling either - I did and I was good at
it, number one in sales for three years running. It's just that the
stuff I was selling was garbage and I knew it. I could talk executives
into buying the crap though and the salary was really good - but it
just never felt right to me, and the pressure had started to take its
toll. I was pretty sure I was developing an ulcer, and I was only
thirty five. And there was no connection with the clients, it was make
the pitch, get the sale and then off to the next one. I longed to find
a job where I could sell a product that I was proud of, to work for a
company that truly cared about its clientele. I resolved right then
that I would find another job.
This trip was off to a bad start - the airport had lost my luggage. All
my suits and clothes were in limbo, all I had was my laptop satchel. I
had spent four hours at the airport while they tried to find my luggage
and they had finally promised the bags would be delivered to the hotel
as soon as they were found. All I wanted to do was get to my room take
a shower and relax for a bit. If I hadn't heard from the airport by
evening I would have to go out first thing in the morning and buy a new
suit for my first meeting that afternoon. Fortunately all my sales info
was packed with my computer.
"Eric Pierpont, I have a reservation for five nights." I told the young
woman as I eased up to the front desk. She typed my name into her
console and scanned the screen, frowned, then typed some more.
"I am terribly sorry but there seems to be a problem with the
reservation Mr. Pierpont." She said. "If you will excuse me one moment,
I need to speak to the manager."
"Great." I muttered as the girl walked off. She returned moments later
followed by a very attractive woman, who introduced herself as Jeanne.
"It appears that the room you reserved was inadvertently booked to
another person due to a data error." Jeanne said pleasantly as she
typed at the keyboard. When she finished she looked up and flashed a
quite disarming smile.
"I have upgraded you to one of our suites; the bar is fully stocked and
complimentary for your stay. I sincerely apologize for the confusion,
and please do not hesitate to let us know if you have any further
needs."
"The airport is still trying to track down my luggage. They're supposed
to be sending it over." I told her, thinking the day was finally
looking up - a suite and the bar was comped!
"We shall make a note of it and be certain to have it sent right up to
your room." Jeanne assured me. "Enjoy your stay in New York."
After getting checked in I took the elevator up to my floor, used the
key card on the door and stepped into my suite for the week. It was
very nice; a small fully stocked kitchen and bar, a marble tiled bath
with a Jacuzzi and a king bedroom and living room with a spectacular
view of Central Park. Now if the airport could just find my luggage...
It was lunch time, I had taken an early flight, and so I decided I
would go out and get a bite to eat. I took my time, and when I returned
it was around two in the afternoon. I paid the cab driver, and as I
turned to walk into the hotel, a car driving by hit a huge puddle and
soaked me completely. My day was going so well. I waited until the
worst of the water had dripped off me then strode across the lobby to
the elevator in a truly foul mood. Back in the suite I was elated to
see my luggage! With a happy sigh I stripped out of my wet suit and
hung it out so housekeeping could send it out to the cleaners, and then
went to unpack, feeling a bit decadent as I walked about the suite
naked.
I opened garment bag, and instead of suits I found several evening
dresses! The same was true of my other two bags; all filled with
woman's clothing, cosmetics and a carton of Benson & Hedges cigarettes.
The luggage all looked exactly like mine, but was obviously not. The
tags said the luggage belonged to an E. Pierpoint. Well that probably
explained the mistake, the luggage was exactly as I described; there
was even a laptop case that matched mine, and the name was almost
identical. Now poor Miss Pierpoint was in the same predicament as me. I
idly wondered if she was standing in her hotel room naked, staring at
my luggage, then called the airport and informed them they had made
another mistake and they promised they would work to correct it, then I
took a quick shower, wanting only to lie down for a short nap.
Now I had another problem, really just an idiosyncrasy of mine, but I
did not like sleeping in the nude. Unfortunately, I had little choice
however, unless...
I started looking through the luggage, hoping maybe she had a big t-
shirt or something similar that I could wear to sleep in. I could have
it cleaned tomorrow, since I really didn't expect to see my luggage
anytime soon. My suit should be back in the morning, and then I could
still go out and pick up a few things before my meeting.
Her stuff was nice, and to my eye, very sexy. I began to wonder what
Miss E. Pierpoint looked like, and from the look of her clothes I
imagined she was very beautiful. I was beginning to think I would have
to settle with a robe from the bathroom, which was a little more than I
wanted, when I found a rather simple white silk nightshirt. There was
no doubt it was a woman's, but it would not look too bad and besides,
nobody would see me. Slipping it on I found it a bit tight, but it hung
down far enough to cover my crotch and was acceptable, so I set the
alarm clock for four thirty and lay down to take a short nap.
The alarm jarred my from sleep all too soon, and as I rolled over to
turn it off I found my vision obscured by something... hair? My hair
was far too short to hang down in front of my eyes, but as I reached up
to investigate I found it was hair, long wavy strands of red hair,
though mine was brown. Then I saw my hand.
It was small, slender, with long shapely fingers and finely manicured
painted nails; a woman's hand. The other was the same, as were my
wrists and forearms. I sat up slowly in shock, and as I did I felt a
strange heavy sensation on my chest. I looked down, not really wanting
to but feeling compelled, to find a pair of rather large, firm breasts!
I turned to look at the mirror and staring back at me was a gorgeous,
voluptuous red haired woman, her face bearing the same shocked
expression I felt on my own. I reached up with my delicate right hand
to that face and the reflection did the same. I felt smooth, perfect
skin. High cheekbones and a petite, slightly upturned nose. The satin
shirt was open now; exposing my body to view, and it was a beautiful
body. Wide round hips, narrow waist and a flat, tone belly. My navel
was pierced and what looked like a very expensive diamond was fastened
there. Then my hand dropped to my breast and I explored its curves, its
firm smooth roundness, moving to the large nipple and stroking it
gently. Immediately it responded to my touch as I watched the image in
the mirror, mesmerized. The nipple grew larger, harder and a strange
and delicious sensation spread through my body, accompanied by a
growing wetness in my crotch.
Shocked from my reverie, I sprang from the bed and bent to look at my
sex. My suspicion was proved true as I saw there a small rectangle of
blonde hair just above a perfect, moist vagina.
I felt lightheaded, and as I raised my left hand to my other breast, my
right dropped to explore my latest discovery. I can't say that it was a
totally voluntary action, but neither was it totally against my will. I
suddenly burned to know what this strange new equipment felt like.
Settling back onto the bed, I began stroking the outer lips of my new
vagina, then moved further in, finally sliding one then two fingers
into the wet slit. I uttered a soft moan as my fingers penetrated the
folds of skin, and continued fondling my breast, pinching and teasing
the nipple until it was huge and stiff. A warm sensation began building
in me, and I knew I was bringing myself towards orgasm. But before I
reached climax or strayed too near my clitoris I stopped, uttering a
little cry of disappointment for I did not intend to stop. But a part
of my mind told me, 'Not yet'.
There was a knock at the door just then which startled me, nearly
causing me to cry out. I rose tentatively, buttoned the shirt and
approached the door with trepidation.
"Who...who is it?" I asked. My voice was a soft and very sexy alto.
There was no answer, and as I looked out the peephole I saw no one
there. Timidly I opened the door, peeking around with just my head.
There was a long box set in front of the door, gold with a bright red
ribbon. I quickly retrieved the box and brought it in; opening it to
find a dozen long stemmed red roses. There was a card attached.
Erica,
I've been looking forward to this night for weeks, can't wait to
see you. Pick you up at 8.
Dennis
Who was Dennis? Was Erica Miss E. Pierpoint? That seemed a likely
conclusion, and as fantastic as it sounded, I knew that the face that
looked back at me from the mirror was Erica Pierpoint - I was Erica
Pierpoint.
What was I going to do? Call the front desk and demand my body back?
Run screaming down the hall? I realized I must try to find out who
Erica Pierpoint was. Perhaps her computer case held some clue.
As I walked towards the living room I could feel the silk of the
nightshirt as it rubbed my nipples and swished at my hips, the feeling
was delicious and I felt my nipples becoming erect once more. I paused
to place the roses in a vase that was on the dining table, and then
retrieved the laptop case from the corner of the living room where I
had stacked the bags. As I looked around I saw that my own computer
case was nowhere to be seen. I was certain I had left it on the couch,
but perhaps I had taken it into the bedroom. I opened Erica's case and
took out a small slim laptop. As I waited for it to boot up, I looked
through the rest of the contents.
There were three packs of Benson and Hedges Menthol 100's, and I took
one from the open pack, lit it and took a deep drag. The smoke filled
my lungs and I let out a sigh as I exhaled realizing I had really
wanted one.
There was a small ladies wallet, which contained identification and
credit cards, all in the name Erica Pierpoint. I looked at the
California driver's license and saw that same face that now stared back
at me when I looked in the mirror. The birth date placed her age at
twenty five, ten years younger than me. The address was an upscale
neighborhood in Los Angeles. There was a bankbook for a California bank
with a sizeable balance listed, and another for an account in
Switzerland with an even larger balance. Erica was a wealthy woman.
There were business cards, but they were little help, they were simply
printed with the name Erica Pierpoint and a cell phone number,
presumably for the cell phone in a side pocket of the case.
The computer was ready, and a scheduling program opened automatically.
I lit another cigarette and inhaled deeply. As I blew out a cloud of
smoke, I was suddenly confused because I didn't smoke. I looked at the
crushed remains of my first cigarette in the ashtray, then at the
burning one in my hand, shrugged and took another drag.
The calendar program showed me the current week, showing that Erica was
to be in New York during the same time as my trip. On each night there
was a name and a time; Monday, Dennis, 8 pm; Tuesday, William, 8 pm;
Wednesday, Andre and Gretchen, 9 pm and Thursday, Trevor, 7 pm. The
next week showed that she would be in London for seven nights, and once
again there were names and times listed for each night. A light was
beginning to shine in my mind; Erica Pierpoint was a call girl!
Obviously a high class and very expensive one, based on the bankbooks,
her clothing and the accommodations she could afford. Then the rest of
it hit me; I was Erica and I had a date tonight at eight! What was I
going to do!
I looked around the room in a panic, and then my eyes settled on the
luggage. I thought, this won't do, I haven't even unpacked yet.
Suitcases stacked in the living room do not present the proper image,
you're slacking girl.
What was I thinking? These were not my suitcases; I was not this woman!
But the face reflected back at me in the glass top of the coffee table
seemed to say otherwise. I crushed out my cigarette and spent the next
twenty minutes unpacking. I was relieved that the evening gowns were
unwrinkled as I hung them in the bedroom closet. I would wear the
emerald green one with the spaghetti straps tonight for Dennis.
To say I was feeling strange and confused would be an understatement,
but there was also a sense of curiosity and anticipation. I was
beginning to know things, to understand who Erica was. It was not like
I was losing myself, I still remembered that until a few hours ago I
had been one hundred percent male. I would have bedded a woman like
Erica with pleasure. Even as I thought that, I knew that Erica would do
the same!
I knew that Dennis liked a woman to be elegant, sexy but not slutty;
until they were in private. I knew he was young and very handsome and,
um, well endowed. That thought brought an involuntary shudder of
delight to me as my vagina clenched tightly.
It was after five now, and I knew that I was going to flow with
whatever was happening to me. I went to the dresser and took out a
small rectangular box that I had placed in with my underwear. I took
the slim silver vibrator from the box slipped of the nightshirt and
stretched out on the bed. I began to pleasure myself, running the
vibrator across my breasts and around my nipples, teasing them to full
erectness. I trailed it between my breasts, stopping to circle my
pierced navel several times before continuing south. I circled my
vagina, staying well clear of my clitoris as soft moans and sighs
escaped me. The idea was to build, not climax, and I knew Erica
regularly went through this ritual so that when the time did come to
bed her client she was ready to do her whorish best. I hissed as I slip
the barest portion of the tip past the inner lips of my vagina. I
longed to push it in deep but I did not. Finally, as I again approached
climax I stopped my masturbation.
As I rose from the bed I surveyed myself once more in the mirror. I
glistened with a thin sheen of perspiration, but more than that, I
glowed with a fire from within. To put it bluntly, I was horny as hell!
Now it was time to get ready, and first on the list was a bath. I
filled the Jacuzzi and slipped with a sigh into the warm bubbling
water. I soaped and fondled myself some more, and yes I masturbated
again, coming even closer to climax, but I knew instinctively when to
stop. As I stepped from the tub and toweled myself dry my skin felt
alive and tingly. I so wanted to be fucked and was not ashamed to admit
it!
Time was growing short now so I quickly and expertly brushed my long,
wavy hair until it shined and applied my makeup. I slipped into a lacy
black strapless bra, black lace panties and garter, and then rolled a
pair of black silk stockings onto my shapely legs. Before slipping on
the green evening gown I attacked my pussy once more, pressing my
panties into it until they were wet. I slipped my wallet, cigarettes
and a few other necessary items into the matching green handbag. There
were no condoms but that was not a problem I knew as I felt the birth
control implant just under the skin of my left arm. And of course, all
my clients were carefully screened for any medical concerns. I
completed my outfit with earrings and some other tasteful, elegant
jewelry.
I checked my hair and makeup again, and had just enough time for
another smoke before I heard a gentle knocking at the door. I
restrained my desire to run across the suite, pausing to check my hair
and makeup one more time before answering the door.
Dennis stood there and my breath was nearly taken away. He was tall,
six feet, would have towered over my five foot seven inch frame were it
not for the five inch heels I was wearing.
"Erica, you look lovely as always." He smiled charmingly, kissing my
offered hand.
"Dennis, such a delight to see you again." I smiled back, all the while
my mind screaming, Take me! Fuck me now!
It's hard to convey exactly how I was feeling, what my mental state was
at that moment. It may sound as though I was trapped, possessed by the
desires of the luscious body that I now inhabited, but this is not the
case. I was in control; so much in control that I was not kneeling on
the floor in the doorway, tearing his pants open so I could suck what I
knew was a magnificent cock. At the same time, it was getting harder to
think of myself as Eric Pierpont. With each passing moment Eric was
becoming Erica, and I savored the transformation.
"A gift for you." Dennis grinned, extending a small box to me. Inside
was a gold chain and the most exquisite emerald pendant I had ever
seen. I could not contain a giggle of delight and eagerly held my long
hair up so he could fasten it around my neck. The pendant settled
nicely in my cleavage, and I just had to find a mirror to admire the
way it sparkled and shined.
"It's absolutely gorgeous Dennis." I sighed.
"Only more so because you wear it." He said softly as he stepped up
behind me, placed his strong hands on my shoulders and gently kissed my
neck. I thought I would melt!
"Shall we?" he asked. I nodded, stopping to retrieve a silk evening
coat from the coat closet, which he helped me into. Then I took his
offered arm and we set out for our night on the town.
And what a night it was! A chauffeured limo awaited us, and we had
drinks and talked during the drive. I found I truly wanted to here what
he had been doing since I, or rather Erica, last saw him. I was even
able to ask questions about his life, drawing on Erica's knowledge of
him, and there was a lot. Erica seemed to have a genuine affection for
her clients. I artfully deflected any questions about what I had been
doing, because despite the vast knowledge I had of him I still knew
nothing about Erica Pierpoint.
"Oh the usual." I would respond. "Lot's of traveling; you know my
life."
We shared a glorious meal at an elegant restaurant, and then danced for
hours. I had never been much of a dancer, but now I was light and
graceful on my feet, and I loved the feeling of his strong arms about
me as he guided me around the dance floor.
Back in my suite I took a seat on the sofa and lit a cigarette while
Dennis prepared us a nightcap. I sipped the offered martini as he sat
next to me, biding my time. Dennis took out a cigar and lit it, and
gradually the conversation slowed. I crushed out my cigarette, and then
rose, taking our glasses and placing them on the bar, feeling his eyes
follow me the entire way. He had showed me a marvelous time, and I knew
it was my turn to reciprocate.
I returned to sit beside him, as close beside him as I could without
jumping into his lap. I took the cigar from his mouth and raised it to
my lips, drawing in the smoke and rolling it around my mouth before
exhaling slowly. Then I returned it to his lips and rose once more.
My gown slipped from my shoulders and slid slowly to the floor. I moved
with slow, teasing deliberation, excited by the growing bulge in his
pants as I removed my bra, then my stockings, panties and garter. As I
stood before him totally nude, I allowed my hands to play over my body,
fondling my breasts, teasing my vagina.
"Mmmm." I sighed as for the first time my fingers touched my clitoris,
but I did not linger there. I stepped forward, taking the cigar from
him again. After another puff for myself I set it in the ashtray on the
coffee table, and then straddled him on the couch.
Our lips met and his tongue slipped into my willing mouth, entwining
with mine. His hands rose to my breasts as I began removing his tie and
I gasped at the sudden pleasure brought on by the feeling of his
rougher, masculine hands on my smooth skin. As I opened his shirt and
began running my hands over his smooth, muscular chest he raised one
breast to his lips and began kissing my nipple. I gasped again, and
then let out a long sighing moan as he sucked and nibbled first one
then the other nipple.
I forced his shirt down his arms and my movements became a bit more
frantic as I rubbed my pussy across the stiff lump in his crotch. Then
almost at the point of no return, I pushed away and rose to my feet,
only to drop to my knees immediately before him. I quickly had his
trousers and shorts of, and then his impressive cock was in my hand. It
was so thick my fingers could not wrap around it, and I licked and
stroked it as he leaned his head back and moaned with pleasure. I felt
his left hand on the back of my head, gently pushing down, and I opened
my mouth to accept him. He filled my mouth and I took every bit of his
impressive length in, feeling the head of his cock slid back into my
throat.
Now was the time my mind told me, and as I sucked him I began to stroke
my pussy, though careful still not to bring myself too far, too fast.
His hips were thrusting up to meet me, and as his movements became more
frantic I stopped sucking and rose once more.
"I want your big cock in my cunt." I said, straddling once more. I
lowered myself onto his shaft and my eyes widened as the head entered
me.
"Oh... oh... oh... fuck yes!" I cried as I settled fully onto him. I
could not believe that big cock was fully inside me, yet I could not
imagine it anywhere else. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the
only way I ever wanted a cock between my legs again was like this,
pumping in and out of my hot, wet pussy.
Dennis rose then, taking me with him, and I experienced my first orgasm
as the motion forced him deeper into me.
"Never stop fucking me!" I cried as the climax washed through me. I
wrapped my legs and arms about him as he carried me into the bedroom
and lowered my gently to the bed. Then he pulled slowly out of me, and
lowered his face to my wet pussy. His tongue was expert, darting in and
out of me, licking my wet lips and flicking my clitoris. He teased and
licked for several minutes, then his lips closed on my button and he
began sucking it. My second orgasm was even more intense than the
first.
Rising up he entered me again and I spread my legs wide to accept him.
This was where a belonged, I knew, on my back being fucked until I was
nearly senseless. Dennis had incredible staying power, and I came a
third time. We changed position and I went to my hands and knees and he
took me like the bitch I knew I was, pounding me as I moaned and cried
out and begged him to fuck me harder. I was rocked with my fourth
orgasm and felt as though I had died and was in heaven.
His grunts were becoming more labored now and I knew he was going to
cum soon, and I wanted to taste it. I spun eagerly and took him in my
mouth once more, stroking him with one had as I greedily licked and
sucked him off. Then I felt his cock swell and tense and as he shot his
load I sucked it down, again and again, swallowing every last drop and
savoring the taste and the feel as it slid down my throat.
We repeated the lovemaking three more times that night. I experienced
my first anal sex, and after the initial pain as his big shaft popped
into my anus I couldn't get enough. He came in my ass, then the next
two times he came in my pussy.
It was time now for him to go and he dressed. I slipped the evening
gown back on and rode the elevator down with him and gave him a blow
job for the road.
There was a repeat performance every night, each with a different man
and on Wednesday with a man and his wife. My reaction to Gretchen was
by far the most intense and rewarding, and I realized I was a bit of a
lesbian.
Truly the most amazing thing about each encounter was that, as it had
been with Dennis, I was eager to hear what had been happening in their
lives since we were last together.
Friday morning I packed my bags and called for the bellhop. Jeanne was
at the desk and she smiled winningly.
"Ah Miss Pierpoint. I apologize again for the earlier mix up. We will
have your regular suite ready on your next visit; do you know when that
might be?"
"The twenty third of next month." I replied, flashing her a coy smile.
"Perhaps we could find time to have lunch one afternoon and... chat for
a bit."
"I'd like that very much, Miss Pierpoint." Jeanne smiled in return,
blushing slightly.
My cell phone rang as I rode in the limo to the airport, and I answered
without hesitation.
"Erica Pierpoint." I said confidently. After listening a moment I said,
"Hold just a minute and I will see."
I already knew the answer, but it wasn't proper to seem too willing. I
called up my calendar on the phone, and then raised it to my ear again.
"Yes, I am heading to London today and will be in Paris next week. I
have an opening on Tuesday in Paris, but if the Prince would like to
meet me in London my weekend is free, we could spend the whole two days
together."
I grinned, fitting the Prince in was not as easy as it sounded - he was
bigger than Dennis!
"Excellent, I look forward to seeing his Highness in London. Yes I'll
be staying at my usual room in the Savoy. Noon Saturday would be
lovely."
Putting the phone away, I took out a cigarette and lit it. Remembering
my words as I had entered the hotel on Monday, I smiled. I had gotten
exactly what I wanted. I was selling a product I was proud of to people
I genuinely cared about. I was eager to see my home in L.A., even
though I knew I wouldn't be there very long. But first, London and
Paris waited.
"I love my job." I sighed.
The End
Julianne
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