"Sure
she's okay?" the desk clerk asked with concern. He placed a key
on the counter.
"Yeah...
she just had... a little much to drink," the young man drawled.
He took the key and slipped it into his pocket.
Leaning
against the young man for support, Sandy lifted her heavy head to
look up at his smooth face. So dashing, so handsome. She wanted a
kiss and leaned closer for one.
"Not
now, sugar," the man said as he gently stopped Sandy with a
finger on her forehead. He held one of her arms to steady her as the
girl stumbled along the corridor.
Where
had such a dreamy man suddenly appeared from? She could not wait to
be alone with him. Oh, but she was so sleepy. Her head hurt a little
from the lack of rest.
At the
sound of a key jingling against its ring, Sandy looked up again. She
saw that the man was unlocking the door to what she assumed was their
room. Once they were in, the man released her arm, allowing her to
slump onto one of the beds.
Sandy
pulled off her jacket. She was alone with him! It was so exciting to
finally be able to do naughty things with him. She was going to tempt
him with her body.
(Yeah,
Sandy had watched too much of the adult channel. It had been enough
to corrupt her morals.)
Sandy
reached for the hem of her top and started to pull the garment off.
"Okay,
we can rest here tonight," the man said, but in a feminine
voice.
Sandy
froze. She suddenly remembered that the man had been Selina in
disguise. They had previously stopped at a gas station for a quick
change. Selina, into an attractive young man. Sandy, into someone
less reputable with a glossy pink jacket, skimpy top, frilly
miniskirt and an excessive amount of facial makeup.
There
had been no time for rest since their flight from the previous hotel,
where Sandy had been attacked in the parking lot. Somewhere along the
line, Selina had also traded the red convertible but Sandy had been
too drowsy to notice how it had happened or what their new ride
looked like.
Sandy
hurriedly smoothed down her top.
How
embarrassing! She hoped that Selina had not noticed that she had
really been attracted to her friend's male alter-ego, that her attempt to kiss
had been genuine. It was her lack of sleep that made her do so. Yeah,
that was it!
Sandy
unzipped and removed her boots. Then she laid back on the bed. At
least she could finally get some much needed rest. She struggled to
get under the sheets, out of the cold of the room and into the
comfortable depths, to hide her embarrassment.
***
Sandy
had no complains at first about spending that Thursday hidden in a
hotel room. It had allowed her to catch up with sleep. Once that was
done, however, she quickly got bored. Television only held her
attention for a couple of hours. There was nothing to read. And
Selina was only there to bring her food.
Strangely,
Sandy had never seen Selina sleeping.
Anyway,
Sandy was glad to be finally allowed out of that room on Friday.
It was a
warm afternoon with the sun high up in the bright blue sky and Sandy
was happy. Because she got to eat ice cream. An ice cream cone was
perfect for the weather.
The
girls were seated on a bench eating and watching the passing cars on
the city street. Sandy wore sunglasses, a wig of black hair and a
wide-brim hat. She had high-heels and a summer dress. Her bra had
been stuffed to make her look more matured.
Selina
also wore a summer dress and she carried a large tote bag with her.
They were a pair of young women out on a summer holiday.
It was
kind of exciting for Sandy to sit out in public as someone she was
not. Many of the passersby barely gave them a glance. A few of the
younger men did, however, and Sandy was thrilled by the attention.
Was it
Sandy's imagination or did Selina's skin appear brighter that day?
The taller girl's skin was fair, not the brown that Sandy had been so
familiar with back in school. The teenager had not seen her friend
ever applying any sort of cream or lotion to her skin. So how did her
skin become like that?
Sandy
was sure that Selina's ponytail was a clip-on extension, brown to
match her hair. The taller girl also had a digital camera hanging
from her neck. Sandy wondered if the camera concealed a weapon of
some sort.
"Your
ice cream's going to drip," Selina told her. She had already
finished her own ice-cream cone.
Sandy
stopped staring at the camera and looked at her ice cream. "Oh."
She licked the melted ice cream trailing down the side of the cone.
Once she had thoroughly enjoyed her treat, Sandy's attention was back
on the camera.
"You're
really interested in my camera," Selina noted, though she had
never once glanced at Sandy. Instead, she had been busy observing the
people walking along the sidewalk in front of her and opposite the
street.
"I'm
just wondering what's inside," Sandy said.
"Lenses,
electronics," Selina replied, "what you'd normally find in
a camera."
Sandy
leaned closer to whisper, "No hidden weapons or such?"
Selina
finally looked at her. "No, it really is an ordinary digital
camera."
Sandy
sat back. "Huh? I was expecting something more..." She
gestured vaguely with a hand that was sticky with dripped ice cream.
Selina
shook her head. "A camera is too obvious a place to hide
something and is too easily lost with it being a target for
snatch-thieves."
"Oh."
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