My First Time Out Ch. 01.5
Keywords: Ch., First, My, 01.5, Out, Time,
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Shayna paced back and forth throughout the entire Suite while she nervously smoked the long thin cigarette. She occasionally stopped and peered into the mirror thinking that all of her hard work had gone to waste for tonight. She was dressed to kill and had no place to go. The red patent platforms with 5" gold colored stiletto spikes. Her long legs encased in sheer white stay-up stockings with frilly lacey fluff at the tops and a thick white seam that ran down the backs. The skin-tight red lycra micro mini skirt fit skin tight. She could hardly move in her nylon halter that covered her bony shoulders. It had ¾ length sleeves and a thick white seam down the back of her arms matching her stocking seams. This was her favorite outfit! Shayna"s eyes were flawlessly colored like an expensive hooker and her "blood-red" lipstick and matching long square-tipped nails were ready for action.
She had only partially dressed-up at home, or practiced certain facets of her makeup. Never before had she been completely shaven, fully dressed, and primped with makeup all at the same time. Being dressed 100% female brought forth sensitivity in her personality and shaped her behavior even more towards femininity.
Her girl cock was confined in the gaffe concealing any suspicion of manhood and her fake silicone hips and breasts purveyed a feminine emergence. In tandem with Shayna"s exterior appearance and a full rehearsal of her ladylike gestures, even her emotions started to change. At this time, Shane"s manly core had been completely removed.
All at once, ideas started coming to her. She had some choices: 1) Order something from room service and when the young stud gets into the room, give him a quick blow job. 2) Call the lock box company and ask for the sumptuous delivery boy. Pull him into the room and molest him. 3) Call an escort service and ask for a tall young hunk to take her to a club.
Shayna thought the first two ideas would not get her out of the room, but didn"t want to spend the extra money on a dating service. If she worked fast, maybe she could possibly accomplish all three choices in one night! With a tippy-toed run Shayna quickly strutted over to the phone and dialed room service.
"Hello, room service may I help you, answered the man?"
Shayna could not get a word out because she was wondering which voice she should use, Shane"s or Shayna"s!
"May I HELP you, blurted the man?"
In a sweet, sexy, well prepared voice Shayna responded, "Ummm, yes, my aaaaaa friend didn"t properly tip the room service boy earlier this evening, and was wondering if he was going to be near this room and aaaauuumm….could swing by……….."
The Room Service man abruptly cut her off and said, "He"s been off work for over an hour, but you can either drop it off at the front desk or catch him tomorrow evening."
Before Shayna could say anything else, she hung up the phone.
Next, she called the lock box agency and got the answering machine.
"Thank you for calling SLC Lock Box Service, our office hours are 8 am to 6 pm Monday through"………CLICK!
Shayna dejectedly hung up the phone. It was like getting turned down on a date!!!
Shayna"s least choice now cycled into her ONLY choice. She opened the phone book to the yellow pages looking under "Escort." Studying the titles, she tried to pick out the company that would best fit her needs.
"Yes, this is the prime choice," she said aloud.
Not only was the name in bold print, but it impressed her prediction of potential accomplishment. "Both-Ways Escort Service."
Shayna cleverly planned and practiced what she was going to say. She nervously dialed the phone and cleared her throat.
"Good evening," the lady receptionist said.
Without hesitation Shayna said, "Yes….hi, I am in town for a few days, and was wondering………"
The receptionist cut her off and said, "Which sex do you prefer hun?"
"Well, I am shemale, and would like a tall dark-haired good-looking gentleman to escort me to a club for dancing and maybe more," demanded Shayna.
The receptionist said, "Oh, I have the perfect fit for you sweetie. He is $150 per hour, and any extra curricular activities are negotiable; cash only. His name is Franky, and will be there in 15 minutes."
Shit, 15 minutes! Shayna scampered over to her makeup table to touch up her face and apply another thick, creamy coat of "blood-red" lipstick. Next she looked in the mirror from all angles, making sure everything was perfect. She straightened the white seams that ran down the back of her stockings. She tugged at her skirt and ran her long thin fingers over her crotch feeling no sign of a cock. The dripping sensation was coming back making her panties even more wet! Shayna was soooooo horny, yet filled with anxiety.
Suddenly, KNOCK-KNOCK. Shayna daintily walked towards the door with her arms straight down her sides, palms facing down, and fingernails pointing towards the ceiling. Her arms moved delicately with each tiptoe step. Her skinny ass swayed back and forth like it was advertising for a nice thick, hard, cock to be crammed into her virgin slit.
She watched her tits jiggle as she passed by the mirrors, and her strut became more confident. Shayna had nasty thoughts of becoming a trained fuck-slut during the evening.
Before opening the door, she decided to examine her prize through the security peep hole. Almost gasping outloud, Shayna covered her mouth with both hands as she looked down at the floor. She blinked, then peered once again through the hole and still couldn"t believe her eyes. Standing outside her door was a dark-haired, half-balding, 5"-6" 200 pound, 40 year old man!!!!!!!! Moreover, he wasn"t even cute!
Then, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! Thoughts raced through Shayna"s cloudy mind. She could either answer the door, or just stand there silent and hope this nerd would go away. She thought about the consequences of each alternative. If she let him in and they went out clubbing, she could get to the bar and ditch him. Or she could not answer the door and spend the rest of the night in her room alone.
Shayna knew she wanted to go out on the town, but decided she could not be seen with this twit. She could only imagine getting glares from everyone as if SHE was the hooker, and HE was the customer. After that quick illusion, Shayna adamantly decided NOT to answer the door.
Shayna stood quietly trying to take slow deep breaths without making a sound. It seemed like hours had passed in complete silence. She did not want to go face to face with him. She only had to withstand one more set of KNOCKS before the nerd finally gave up and left.
After a few minutes, Shayna"s feelings changed from scared and nervous to discouraged, then mad. She wanted to call the escort service and give them a piece of her mind. She walked over to the phonebook to re-look up the number. While scrambling through the E"s for Escort, her eye caught the attention of something peculiar that happened to be listed under the Entertainment section.
Adult Bookstore, Clothing & Tattoo Parlor-----State Street---Salt Lake City----and the phone number. Shayna knew this was her night out, and nothing would stand in her way! It was within walking distance, but she decided to take a taxi instead.
Before calling a taxi, Shayna needed to build up a little more courage, so she poured herself a glass of wine and had a cigarette. She was consumed by thoughts of getting "noticed" as a man. Even worse, getting picked up by the police (for some unknown or far-fetched reason) and being hauled off to jail! She knew these thoughts were unrealistic when she looked into the mirror.
There stood a skinny, ravishing, sluttily dressed, blonde staring back at her. Her long leather jacket would cover up everything except for the "come-fuck-me" platforms, the whore-like painted face, and the seductive blonde hair pinned up in the back. She then primped her hair making sure it was still in place and smiled at herself in the full-length mirror.
When Shayna ordered the taxi, she instructed it to pick her up at the side entrance of the hotel because of discreet reasons. One more spray of perfume and a touching up of the lips. She picked up her red leather purse and literally threw a small makeup bag, perfume, lipstick, loose cash, room key, cigarettes and a lighter into it. The taxi arrived as she walked out the side exit door of the hotel.
"Great timing," she mumbled to herself.
After Shayna gave the instructions to where she was going, there was no more conversation during the five-minute taxi ride. Upon arriving at her destination, she rummaged through her purse for a $10 bill. The taxi driver exchanged the cash for a business card enabling a return trip to the hotel. Before getting out of the taxi, Shayna examined the small biker crowd hanging out by the front door. Men and women alike, some sleazy, some hard-core, but what else should she have expected?
Shayna opened the taxi door, slung her long legs out making sure her knees stayed together like a lady. Her bright, shiny, red patent platforms reached the pavement in unison. With her feet close together, she stood up like a professional. She adjusted the leather jacket tie string and cavorted through the crowd towards the front door.
As her gold spiked heels clicked on the pavement, all eyes were on Shayna, but she was afraid to make eye contact. She stayed focused straight ahead almost giving her a disposition of a stuck-up bitch. There was some faint whistling coupled with soft murmurs and sexual subtleties.
One guy said, "Hey ba"aby, wanna get lucky."
"Daddy"s right here waitin"," murmured another man.
As Shayna entered the front door, she veered to the right into the adult bookstore side. She subconsciously thought she wanted to get accustomed to the environment minus conversation. She felt overly dressed and out of place at first. Shayna knew she was on a mission and did not want to be denied.
Shayna pretended to look at magazines, but was really exploring the place with one eye.
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Keywords: Ch., First, My, 01.5, Out, Time,