"Extremely lewd"

The bus stopped at the Ramada INN. I got off and waited inside. John waved to me as the bus drove off. I waved back. What a tiring day. I clutched the Attache case handle tightly, squeezed the bag with my dinner dress and started walking to the Super 8 Motel, I occasionally looked back and around, just to see if anyone was following me, no one I noticed. I didn't care anyway. I could easily lie about staying in another hotel, my prerogative.

I got to my room, locked the door, checked under the bed, looked through the closet, and collapsed on the bed. I reached over to the telephone and dialed zero.

"Yes, may I help you?"

"Yes, a wake up call at 5:30."

"5:30 to 5:45. Okay, anything else I can help you with?"

"No, thank you."

"Thank you . . .click!"

I hung the phone up and rolled over. The cool cover felt good, soon I slept.

The phone rang. I picked it up and heard music playing. I placed it back in the cradle and got up. I took my dress out and laid it on the bed. It was beautiful. I walked into the bathroom and took a shower. After rinsing my hair, I got out and dried off. I took out my last clean panties and slipped them on. I decided not to wear a bra. The dress glided on agreeably. It hugged and clung. My tits were just firm enough and small enough to compliment the rest of my body.

"I wonder if there is a Mrs. Bond." I said to the woman in the mirror. "BOND . . .Karen BOND." I laughed.

I grabbed the rest of my clothes, placed them in the tote bag, grabbed the Attache case, turned off the lights, walked out and stopped. "Damn!" I swore. An elderly couple walking by, choose to ignore my verbal declare. I ran my tongue across my teeth. Rough. I walked to the snack machine on this floor, reached into me purse and pulled out all the change I had. Exactly enough to get me some gum. I retrieved the gum, took the elevator down to the 1st floor, walked into the lobby and checked out, figuring I wouldn't need this room anymore. I hopped into my car and drove to the Ramada INN. I found a parking space, got out with the attache case. I took out about one hundred thousand dollars and placed it in the trunk. At a quick calculation, I estimated about three hundred thousand left. It was 6:45, fifteen minutes to relax. I closed the trunk and walked to the Ramada INN lobby and waited. Five minutes later the BLUE LINE bus pulled up, it was one of those large transports. I got on and found John looking hungrily at me.

"You look good enough to eat."

I blushed. Commending myself on a great choice. "Thank you, John."

He stood up and gave me the inside seat. "I mean, literally."

I raised my eyebrow, "Time enough for that later."

He chuckled. John was dressed in traditional male garb, suit and tie. Men have it so easy when it comes to clothes.

The bus drove for about ten minutes and stopped in front of LAPANO. The tour guide announced, "The bus will leave fifteen minutes after midnight. On behave of the BLUE LINE, we are glad you chose us to be your number one tour company. Enjoy the entertainment." Everyone got up and filed out. John let me out and followed behind me. It was crowded. Every single seat had been occupied. John stayed close, sometimes rubbing himself against my buttocks. A few 'excuse mes' were said. I knew he didn't mean it. We paraded in and found a table. John ogled the place.

A waitress came up to our table. "May I get you your cocktails now?"

John said, "Yes please, bring me a Long Island Iced tea."

I voiced, "Two Iced teas."

She smiled and walked away.

John gaped at her.

"No, she may be a man."

"How can you tell?"

"I can't be one hundred percent sure."

He looked at me dubiously. "But I saw tits."

"I said, I couldn't be one hundred percent sure."

He laughed. "What makes you think it could be a male."

"Balls."

"What?"

"Testicles, she could have some."

He laughed harder. "I'll bet you a drink I could spot a male waitress."

"you're on." I opened my purse and pretended to look in. "Excuse me, for a moment." I got up and walked to the restroom. I passed a waitress.

"Excuse."

She smiled. "Yes."

"I don't want to be rude."

She nodded.

I looked her up and down.

She alleged, "I am a male."

My mouth dropped opened. "But . . .but . . .you are."

She again nodded.

"But . . .you're beautiful."

She/he blushed. "Most of the waitresses are, I mean, transexual, transvestite or lesbian."

I thanked him and went to the restroom. It was clean and spotless. I reached into my purse to make sure my Glock handle was up. I fluffed my hair up and went back to the table.

"That wasn't long." John remarked.

The waitress came back to the table with our drinks.

John said, "Thank you."

She took his money and left.

"That is a woman."

"One drink?"

"One drink."

"I think she's a male."

She came back with his change.

"I like your hair. How do you do it?" I elated.

She smiled and said, "Most people ask me about the breast."

"Oh, they look nice. Silicon?"

"No, hormones."

She was beautiful. The lusty wench I am asked, "Do you like women?"

"Paula!" John said incredulously.

She smiled at him, "No, that's okay. I never had an offer like that before. Usually it's from men, and when I tell then I have a penis, they shy away. Except the ones who go both ways."

I stuck my hand out. "My name is Paula Haggart, this is John Wilken."

She shook it, very soft to the touch. My hand had more callouses. "I'm Penny Walker. Did you really mean it? I mean about me liking women."

"Yes." I immediately felt horny. The idea, no, the fantasy, of making love to a woman with a tool was alluring. Would I do it?

"I get off at four."

"I can't." And looked at John.

Penny did also. "Oh, I understand. Well, maybe the next time I see you." She looked over her shoulder. "I must get back to work, the boss doesn't like us to 'indulge in conversation' too much with the guest."

"Okay. I hopefully will be around."

She smiled and walked off.

"I don't believe it."

"Believe what?" I asked innocently.

"What just went on." He said.

"You're just jealous. Besides, I'm with you awhile." I touched him on the leg. "I'm sure after tonight, we can go back and explore each other. I'm sure you won't find a penis."

He beamed. "I better not."

I was feeling extremely lewd, and was even considering John as a bedmate when the lights dimmed. John and I enjoyed an excellent show. It was a singing ballet about a woman who couldn't find sex as a man, became a woman and received more sex than she could imagine, with women. While the show was in progress, I noticed, on several occasions, that men were being escorted to a back room, one at a time. I recognized two of them. They were from the tour group this morning. The lights came on. Everyone applauded, so did I. A woman came up to our table and said, "Excuse me, are you John Wilken."

"Yes I am."

"You have a phone call."

"Excuse me, Paula."

"No problem."

He got up and followed the woman. I sipped on my Iced Tea. It wasn't watered down. It was smooth and tasted sweet. I would have to compliment the bartender. It's very hard to find a good Long Island Iced Tea. Either the tea had that nasty bitter liquor taste or it was actually weak tea. A good Island tastes sweet, but gives you an honest buzz.