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The Hotel
It is not often that I get the chance to stay in a hotel a long way from
home, alone and paid for by my company, so I planned what I would do and
take there with great care, so as to make the most of the very special
time.
As it was high summer and unusually hot, the most important thing would
be something really light and cool, for instance my long silk floaty
dress covered with a multitude of flowers. Whilst underneath would be a
delicate lacy bra and boy shorts set, in coffee colour with white
trimmings that I had spoilt myself by choosing from the Lejabay
collection
It would only be an over night stay so the evening meal after my arrival
would have be my focus.
It was a long but an easy drive and at reception when checking in, I was
pleased to be given an old style key with a large numbered label on it ~
that would be useful when settling any bills, as I could avoid having to
speak to the staff by just showing it. I was pretty confident about my
appearance when dressed, but in spite of much practice suspected that my
voice was a long way from being convincing. My room was in a new block
separate from the main building, across an inner court yard where I was
able to park my car almost outside and take my cases straight into my
room. Once there I hung up my dress to ensure that there were no
creases, and then carefully laid out my underwear, tights, make up and
jewellery in the dressing table drawers: I was n't about to make my
persona obvious to the room maid, just in case she decided to add any
welcoming touches in my absence: folding back the bed covers laying
sweets on the pillows, sort of thing.
Once everything was in place, I left my room and wandered through the
foyer to the restaurant and noted a small table some distance from the
windows tucked away behind a pillar. That would do nicely I thought: I
could see everything and everybody, but not be too closely viewed
myself. It was not far to the conference centre so I walked over and
registered for the next day's meeting and joined the group of delegates
chatting together who had already signed in, slightly worried that I
might know some of them. No, I was relieved that I did not recognise
anybody and after a few introductions and general chat I made my way
back to my room. Everything was going just as I had dreamed and planned
for weeks before hand, at last my big adventure could start and my
excitement mounted.
Locking my door, I laid out my make-up and shook out the brown wig with
blonde high lights, before putting it on its stand. That done I stripped
then shaved as close as I possibly could and showered. Once dry I
applied my foundation, eye shadow, and false eyelashes, then eyebrows
and lipstick, both always tricky to get perfect whilst trying not to
overdo the look, keeping just this side of tarty. After all I did not
want to give anybody the idea that I was an 'easy to get' girl, though I
really wanted to give a good impression.
To ensure that was so, I pulled on my gaff as tightly as I could; making
sure everything was well tucked in, and as it was summer I had selected
7denier sandal toed tights; working them up my legs to produce that
sensuous silky sheen; just like the advertisements. I could n't help
touching them as I drew on the lacy boy shorts, sending a shiver through
me as I pulled them tight, then crossing my legs produced a buzz: an
almost electric sound, as nylon rubbed against nylon: equally
thrilling.
Next, on went my black strappy stiletto heeled sandals: it's always
easier to do up the buckles with nothing else getting in the way higher
up I have discovered. That was followed by the bra, which was perfect,
exactly as I had hoped: after slipping in my false boobs it revealed my
nipples through the lace but masked the joins with my body: the pleasure
of the distinctive snap of the elastic straps across each shoulder,
sealed the deal. Now a quick spritz of scent in all the important
places, before putting on the dress but when I did, the lining got
caught on the bra briefly, as I no longer was quite the shape that I was
used to in my day to day dressing, but then it fell into place encasing
me in a sheath of soft material dropping freely to my knees.
I had managed to get it made on a previous company trip to Milan, in the
softest floral silk with layers of frills over the shoulders and yards
of material for the skirt and flow it did. Sitting now in front of the
mirror I fitted the wig before giving it a light spray to set it and
then slipped on the matching silver necklace, earrings and bangles.
Finally I glued on a set of long brilliant red nail tips, always easier
when everything else was done. I reached for my purse, stood up to
admire myself in front of the full length mirror; made a couple of quick
swirls then walked around the room to get used to high heels once more
and set off for the experience of dinner with more than a little flutter
internally. Like all performances stage fright is inevitable, but the
adrenalin rush that comes with it is worth every second of doubt.
It was the start of my dream evening and I wanted to savour every moment
of it fully. Entering the restaurant I took my time wandering between
the tables to get to the corner table, giving a little smile as I passed
each table before sitting down. Placing my bag by the glasses I slid my
hands under my behind to make certain that the silk did not crease and
just had to cross my legs again for the buzz.
I had long worried about how I would actually order my meal and had
practised my voice whilst driving up, but when the waiter arrived he was
fortunately pretty harassed and not inclined to question anything, so by
just pointing to the set menu and then shaking my head at the offer of
the wine list all went smoothly without a word.
As I waited I used my commanding position to watch the scene. The dining
room was largely populated by the usual collection of business men, and
including several that I recognised from the afternoon meeting; their
noisy laughter was useful background. Being that sort of a place there
were not many women, either in the bar or dining, which perhaps explains
why suddenly one of the 'suits' had appeared at my table.
At the same the waiter brought my meal.
"I'll have what the lady is having".
"You won't mind if I join you, will you, I can't bear to see a lovely
girl sitting alone?"
One sentence followed the other without pause and before I could reply
he had pulled out a chair and sat down opposite me. He was older than
me, rather over weight and a little too smooth and flashily dressed.
"I'm Clive by the way, just here for tonight and do I hope that we can
get acquainted, can I give you my card?"
I glowered at him, trying to avoid saying anything other than just
"Fiona".
He must have been used to that sort of reaction, as he blithely
continued as though I had been completely welcoming.
"Oh what a lovely name and how well it goes with that dress, is it
silk?"
Before I could reply he had reached over and touched my shoulder.
"Oh yes, Italian I'd guess, isn't it?"
This was going to be a real test for my feminine voice, it really was
n't up to long conversation, fortunately there was not much chance with
him dominating everything, so it was easier to just nod. This was not
something that I was prepared for though: it's quite one thing dressing
as a girl, but quite a different matter having to cope with an obviously
randy male as one.
Just then the waiter arrived with our meal.
"Can we have a bottle of chardonnay?"
"I hope you will not mind me choosing for us both, my dear."
Again out came his hand, but this time lightly on my thigh. Short of
getting up and walking off there was n't anything that I could do and
his hand had gone before I could remove it. Looking away I caught the
eye of an elderly man sitting alone at the next table who grinned and
then slowly winked at me, he was clearly enjoying the developing drama,
though he did n't know the half of it.
Whilst we ate, I heard all about Clive's business, his staff problems,
why he was at the conference, his sail boat, choice of holiday, his
dream car, which I was really tempted to rubbish, but remembered just in
time that girls don't know anything about cars; everything was
accompanied by almost Mediterranean style hand gestures, some of which
just accidentally brushed my legs.
This was really getting to be just too much, his hands had already
wandered a little too far above my knee for the third time and I was not
at all keen on them reaching any further, though I had to admit that
though it did send odd shivers of excitement through me, I was getting
more and more worried; after all I am not that sort of girl, physically
or otherwise.
"Do excuse me," I said, "I must go to the Ladies." Grabbing my bag I
stood up before he could react.
I was desperately playing for time, not having any idea how to escape
his obvious intentions, other than making a scene, which might have
amused the old man nearby but could ruin all my dreams. The snag was
that it was all too easy to watch its entrance from where he sat, but it
was a refuge however small and though I had fleeting worry about
entering that feminine holy of holies, I plunged in: I could hardly use
the adjoining men's room. What a relief ~ one of the stalls was empty,
so I was n't to find myself with the complications of queuing up with
any GGs. Closing the door I sat with my knickers down about my ankles,
just in case anybody looked under the door, trying to work out how to
escape the Pest, as I had decided to call him. I listened as the other
stalls were flushed, their doors banged and the splashing of water in
the basins ceased, then after allowing a period for any last minute
primping, I opened the stall door and with perfect timing was able to
join the tail end of three chatting women leaving together. Wonderfully
they stopped briefly just outside and blocked his view, which allowing
me to slip behind them and out through a side exit. With a rush of
relief at my escape it struck me as I left, that I had probably left him
with my bill: served him right for frightening a girl so.
Enough was enough; I needed a bit of space, so I let myself into my room
to pick up a shawl and a quick freshen up of lip stick and then quickly
drove off in my car; working my way out of the town until I came to what
had been the town walls in times past, and once through the mediaeval
arch way the land fell away to a swiftly flowing river, where I parked.
I stood by the river's edge listening to its ripples and let the breeze
play with the folds of my dress. The silk material flowed about me and
its gentle pull at my thighs pressed the edge of my panties close
against them reminding me of their laciness whilst the occasional flush
of cool air, like fingers running way up my body made me feel almost
naked. Utter bliss and so relaxing that I ceased to worry about the
Pest, in fact I was more bothered about wrecking the heels of my sandals
on the gravel: they'd cost a me bomb. After sauntering along the tow
path for a while, I came face to face with a group of noisy youths
standing by their bikes almost blocking the path and for a moment almost
turned round, fearing the worst, would I pass?
On I walked and was delighted to hear one of them say "Hello; How about
that?" in an admiring rather than a mocking tone after they were behind
me. My heart was racing none the less, so I sat for a while on a
convenient seat, watching my breasts rising and falling convincingly
until everything slowed down. I was truly thankful that it was n't a lot
of teenage girls with their inbuilt radar and catty remarks, the evening
had already been exciting enough without that sort of experience, but
now thankfully I was alone to relax and enjoy the delicious feel of silk
about my legs and the earrings gently touching my neck. Though I could
n't see my bra the gentle breeze fluttered the frills of the dress over
my bust to remind of what was underneath
My reverie was disturbed by the distant sound of sirens; there must have
been a traffic accident or a fire or something in the town and it made
me aware of how late it was and that my dream evening of pleasure must
slowly come to a close.
I did n't hurry back to my car. I was absorbing the touch of my dress
across my tights and its pull across my bottom with each step, sliding
and slipping over my panties. The very sensation continued to give me
goose pimples and a stirring down below deep under my gaff.
I made my way back to the hotel by a roundabout way just to enjoy the
experience of driving in high heels and with the safety belt across my
boobs, when I was flagged down by a policeman.
"I'm sorry madam but you can't go this way, the road is blocked."
Smiling my thanks, I turned round and drove in from a different way,
only to find the road full of fire hoses and running firemen; it was
then that I realised that the hotel I was staying in was on fire.
Parking quickly, I got as close as I could on foot and joined a small
crowd of onlookers. It was n't the main hotel burning; it was the
extension that was blazing furiously, in fact most of it had already
gone and especially my room. It took a second or two before the enormity
of it sank in: all I had left was what I was standing in. All my male
clothes, lap top and briefing notes were gone for ever; thankfully I had
my credit cards and driving licence in my purse, but what to do? This
time I really had blown it: I might get away with explaining myself to
the receptionist or even the hotel manager, but they had enough to cope
with at the moment and what could they do anyway? Already the press were
there taking photographs of the fire and the crowd, including me, and so
were the police in large numbers.
It was dawning on me that there was absolutely nothing to do but leave,
so I turned to get back to my car when a voice yelled, "That's her over
there."
I recognised the maddening tones of Clive 'The Pest': someone I had
hoped never to see or hear again. Hardly had I taken a couple of steps
than I was confronted by a substantial woman police sergeant with a very
penetrating eye, together with a young male cadet.
"I want a want a word with you, Madam. We have reason to believe that
you may have been involved in the burning of this hotel and want to
discuss this with you down at the Station."
Now the bottom had really dropped out of my world; my mind became so
full of a jumble of conflicting thoughts that I could not think of what
to reply, so I just nodded as she quoted the lines about anything I said
being used in court, and allowed the cadet to push me down into the back
of their car. I could n't even bother that he had ruffled my hair, it
was a very short drive, which did n't give me time to even begin to sort
out my mind. I'd seen enough police films to know that on arrival I'd
have to stand in front of the duty sergeant whilst he took my details;
but in fact instead I was immediately lead through to an interview room.
Just as well, as the place was heaving with a collection of assorted
drunk men, one of whom managed to pinch my behind quite painfully as I
was lead past. If only he knew.
Once we were in the large bare room the door was firmly locked. She
motioned for me to sit across the table. "Now, we have a witness: Mr
Clive Hughes, who claims that after an argument with him, you
deliberately set fire to his room. We have the hotel's CCTV footage
covering the car park which as you will see, has you clearly entering a
room and leaving, and then a while later smoke begins to pour out of the
building." I sat glumly wondering just how much more I could take and
would things be worse or better when I had to reveal who I actually was.
My dream was becoming a nightmare and she did not look the sort of woman
to be remotely sympathetic to my hobby. On the wall was a large video
monitor and just as she had described; there I was going into the room
and quite quickly coming out again; actually I was secretly quite
pleased at how feminine I looked on the screen, it was the first time
I'd seen myself as others saw me.
Then I realised as I watched the screen, that if anything, the smoke
seemed to be coming not out of my room but another, a couple of doors
along. That was a whole lot better, so I rummaged in my handbag and
showed my room key to prove my point.
"How could I have got into his room, each key is different and anyway
the video doesn't show me near any other door?" I asked. This was the
first time I had spoken and there was a brief flicker of comprehension
across the WPC's face, instantly smothered, but the cadet just gaped:
his chin almost touching his collar in surprise.
"Well," she said, "we have been alerted about a serial arsonist, who has
a grudge against the hotel chain, and have been watching out for a while
and now we have a witness as well as the video tapes."
At that moment a young police woman entered the room with a folder which
she gave to the cadet, who read it, then quickly put it down in front of
the sergeant. She leafed through it and said to the cadet.
"Take this lady along to a cell and make certain nobody else joins her,
oh and one with a toilet too, she might be needing it. No, on second
thoughts you had better take her Grace."
The policewoman lead me back through the throng of jeering drunks,
though this time thankfully I just got a beery hug from one, down some
steps and along a corridor lit by blindingly bright lights until she
opened a steel door, which closed rapidly after I walked into the cell.
How right she was, the emotional turmoil had left me bursting and the
chance to be alone was wonderful. I sat and I sat and took stock: all I
had were the clothes that was wearing and my purse and that was it.
Nobody knew where I was and I seemed to be in a real hole and after
ensuring that my gaff was well home and that my tights were pulled
properly up, to take my mind off it all, I spent a while checking my
clothes, adjusting my bra, taking my sandals off and checking the
buckles, running my long red nails through my hair to shake out any
tangles.
The sound of a key turning stopped me and in strode the sergeant,
trailed by the cadet.
"I am releasing you temporarily as we now have a full confession from
the probable culprit, but will need you for an identify parade also, you
will be required to attend court as a material witness and you should
decide how you wish to appear before the judge to assist the court in
its deliberations."
The cadet lead me up the stairs, there in front of me flanked by two
policemen was The Pest: Clive himself.
"You conniving bitch I'll get you for this," he yelled as he was marched
past me.
l had already decided a navy blue skirt suit, matching stilettos and
white blouse would look best in court.
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