The Hotel Transform Stories

The Hotel Part Eight

By Deborah Ford

This part concludes the Hotel series – for now at least. Thank
you for your patience and support. Again I advise anyone reading
this to read earlier chapters. The serial unravels some
mysteries along the way that would be spoiled by reading this
first.

James is now Debbie the obedient and girly maid. She has settled
into the severe regulation of the Hotel and her training is
reaching fruition. She has had the operation for breasts, bottom
and lips but of course still has her manhood locked away in her
chastity belt – for easier control of her.

1.

After a hectic day helping in the kitchens, I was back in the
wonderful wardrobe room with Trisha.

Miss Jaguar had listed the items she wanted me in for our date
and I was thrilled. A neat short tight skirt, which looked
really smart, along with a pair of ankle boots with a short,
(for me), 3″ spiky heel. A wonderfully silky, thin white,
sleeveless jumper, that gave my new boobs a real sexy rounded
shape. I was thrilled.

The one bit that bothered me was, and this is embarrassing, but,
well, my bottom. If you remember Mistress Shania had, rather
spitefully, asked for my bottom to be increased in size. When I
was at last allowed out of my hospital bed I stood in front of
the wardrobe mirror. My bottom swelled out like a football.

I knew it would get attention. Girls with large bums on trim
figures always stood out. Not least of course because it wiggles
so much. I knew that men and women walking behind me would be
drawn to its swaying. To be honest – you couldn’t miss it.

For that reason the one apprehension I felt in the wardrobe room
was my backside. I stood side on to the mirror pressing the
little skirt down at the front agonizing over my pert arse.

Trish had just finished pulling on a shimmering blue dress and
was squeezing the zip up.

I turned to her, “does my bum look big in this?”

She gave it a good look over, as everyone seemed to since the
operation, “darling it would look big in anything.” She spread
out her bared arms, “What do you think of this outfit then?”

She was obviously delighted with her short dress, as well she
might. It looked gorgeous on her. It was cut low at the front
and she used a push up bra to enhance her new breasts.

You have to have a push up bra for the first few months after
the operation to help them stay firm and to prevent sagging.

“It makes your legs look nice and long,” I said.

She squealed with delight and admired herself in the mirror.

“It does, doesn’t it!”

I remained concerned about my bottom. But even the flared skirt
of the maid’s outfit did nothing to hide it.

Suddenly Trish gasped as if she had suddenly remembered
something important. “Oh, oh,” she said waving her hands around
in a manner Miss Carrington would have been proud of, “we can
escape tonight!”

Escape! I had forgotten all about that. I had been so busy since
getting back from the hospital. There was so much to my duties
now I was more experienced.

“It could be months before we both have dates on the same
night,” she whispered, still turning around to admire herself
and her blue dress.

“Oh, I’m not sure,” I admitted with a grimace.

“What you think it’s too short?”

“No, no, the dress is lovely. Blue suits you.”

“Thanks,” she was so conceited! Always admiring herself in the
mirror. I could hardly see my outfit!

“I am not sure about escaping tonight. I’m a bit scared.”

“It’ll be fine. Anyway do you want to stay here and wait for
them to chop off your last bit of manhood?”

“Oh! Would they do that?”

“They seem to have done everything else that pleases them!” She
pushed her boobs into position, something I found myself doing.
The Mistress cats would slap our hands if they saw us, saying
that it was not very ‘lady like’.

But she was right. They did do what ever they liked with us. Oh
that was a worry.

“We’ll meet after midnight near the fire escape on the maid’s
quarter’s level. You sure it’s not too short? I don’t want him
to think I am a total slut.”

“He wont think that,” I lied. They all thought we were sluts.

Trish sat down to put on her heels and I examined myself again
feeling that perhaps Miss Jaguar would think I was a complete
slut looking as sexy as this for her.

Fortunately I had my hair done this morning. I have to go once
a week now to the Hotel’s hairdressers. They also check for any
signs of hair growth. There wasn’t any, I was a smooth as a
baby.

“Excuse me,” it was the voice of an American. One that was not
totally feminine yet.

I turned to see a rather gauche girl in a black dress.

“Yes?” I asked. I was just checking that my boobs were well
displayed. I might as well make the most of them until I am
allowed to leave and have them removed.

“Its just that,” the American spoke softly fearful that the
Mistress cat on the door might hear us. She need not of bothered
they never listened to anything we had to say anyway. “Its just
that, there’s been a silly mistake. You see I am from the
American government. I am here to witness the methods of
induction used here.”

Oh God! What a bore. Trish turned away pretending not to hear.
I was wondering how I was going to get away without being rude.

“And well,” he laughed nervously, “they think I am a queer like
you. I mean not queer don’t get me wrong.”

“No,” I agreed trying to appear concerned but desperate to get
away.

Trish picked up her handbag. The bitch was going to leave me
alone with her!

“It’s all a silly mistake and now no one will listen to me.”

I patted his arm. “Don’t worry honey they’ll work it all out for
you.”

I quickly grabbed my handbag and fled.

Once you have had the operation for breasts you get a really
nice handbag. Its not leather of course, they would not want
maids getting above themselves, but it looks neat and hangs over
the shoulder. It’s black and goes with everything.

Miss Jaguar was waiting in a gorgeous trouser suit. She looked
very striking. I did the twirl and she was clearly delighted
with me. I got a big hug and a kiss. Maybe a date with her was
not going to be so bad after all.

Trish threw herself into the arms of a man who was in his
forties and balding – old enough to be her father. So much for
not wanting to look like a slut!

Our new American friend was ushered away by a man and wife who
cooed gently to reassure him.

2.

We had a lovely time in the bar. She was really quite witty and
kept telling me how wonderful I looked. I was getting really hot
in my chastity belt and desperate for her to get me back to her
room.

I sat upright on the bar room stool crossing and uncrossing my
legs, occasionally leaning forwards to show off my new boobs.

She gave me so many compliments that I could have honestly
forgone dinner and dragged her upstairs. I wondered if I would
ever be allowed to take an initiative again with sex or whether
I was always going to be dependent upon an adult making all the
moves.

At dinner I was thrilled at the way the serving maids were so
scared of her. It made me feel great to have enticed someone as
powerful as her.

She told me how she had always been dominant, even as a young
girl she would fight and beat the boys. I giggled at the image.

She asked me if I wanted another drink of wine. This is a
difficult question. The answer is I don’t care just grab me,
whisk me upstairs and have me is what I wanted to reply. But
what does a girl answer? If I say yes then that will keep us
downstairs for even longer. If I say no will she think that I
don’t fancy her and take me back downstairs to the maid’s
quarters?

“Oh? I mused examining my empty glass.

She sighed and laughed, “can’t you airheads make a decision
about anything?”

I caught her eyes, “I prefer it when someone else tells me what
to do.”

It may sound brazen but it did the trick, she held my look until
I had to bow my head.

“Perhaps a drink some where it’s a bit quieter?

I nodded.

“Like my room?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

3.

In her room she made short of work of manoeuvring me to her sofa
and getting me onto my back. But to be honest she did not
encounter much resistance.

She was soon deep tongue kissing me and I really was getting
horny and out of control. I was annoyed that she took advantage
of my state by pushing her rock hard muscular thighs between
mine forcing my legs apart. I tried vainly to push her away but
of course she was much stronger than I. Plus the fact that she
was on top and I was a crushed by her weight. I felt totally
helpless.

I protested. “No.”

I don’t know why I said it. Perhaps it was because I was getting
frightened. She was so strong and I felt so compliant and weak.

It was the wrong thing to say.

With in seconds I was bent over her lap. How she had maneuvered
me from lying on the sofa to being over her knee so quickly
astonished me. I might as well have been a rag doll.

She pushed me into the forward spanking position where your arse
is high over the one knee, your legs are sticking straight out
behind you and your face is touching the carpet.

“Please no,” I squealed. “I am sorry, really I am.”

You know Miss Jaguar as well as I by now so as you can imagine
my pleas meant nothing to her.

“Little tramp, slut, tease,” she kept repeating as she raised me
into a position with which she was happy.

It took her a few moments to squeeze my tight skirt up over my
hips and to tug down the very lacey black knickers she had
specially chosen for me. But then she set about me with passion.

Oh why can’t I keep my silly mouth shut!

“You are,” she declared as she beat the life out of me, “a
stupid, airhead, slut, who should keep her mouth closed and her
legs open.”

“Yes mistress,” I squealed. “oh yes of course. Sorry mistress!”

The blows rained down as did the insults, “you are a complete
tease. Oh look at me she says and then you expect me to control
myself!”

“Ouch, no, ooof, sorry, yes mistress, owe!”

“Now get up! Quickly!”

“Oh yes Mistress,” I tried to curtsey as I rose. I don’t think
I looked particularly elegant. I reached for my knickers, which
were now tangled between my thighs but a look of reproach
stopped me and I left them where they were.

“Now lets get one thing straight,” she wagged her finger at me,
“I selected those clothes for you, …”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I asked you out!”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I bought you a meal in the best restaurant!”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I didn’t molest you or humiliate you in front of your stupid
air head friends, the waitresses.”

“Yes Mistress .. er I mean no mistress.”

“You have been well looked after tonight.”

“Yes Indeed Mistress.” I curtsied on that one to show how
pleased I was with my evening out.

“And you repay me like this?”

I shook my head, “I promise it will never happen again.”

She took hold of my chin and smiled her awful, terrifying smile
that made us maids shake in our heels. “Good,” she said quietly.
“Good. Its always good to clear the air.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Make sure we all know where we stand.”

“Yes mishhhhh ..”

She grabbed my hair and forced our mouths together. It was a
ferocious kiss, on par with being punched.

I was left helpless and breathless. My legs could hardly hold me
up I leaned towards her for support and she laughed sweetly.
“Got you!”

And she had.

For the next three hours she proved it.

She made me crawl on all fours, purr like a cat, bark like a
dog. I had to dance for her, sing for her and then lie totally
still while she slowly stripped me and kissed every inch of my
body.

Very soon I was crying to be allowed out of my willy
constraints. I offered her anything she wanted of me if she
would permit me to cum.

She stroked my cheek and pointed out, “but darling I can have
anything I want from you anyway.”

“Oh god Mistress please tell me what you want.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You mistress, you.”

“Who owns you?”

I gulped at air as I tried to kiss her. “You Mistress.”

“Who do you love?”

“No one but you.”

She leaned close to my ear. My legs squirmed around her body as
if they had a life of their own. “And who is the best lover in
the world?”

“You, you, no one but you!”

She laughed and tugged my knickers down my legs and off my
ankles.

“Yes you are quite right,” she sneered, “I am and you are about
to be fucked like you have never been fucked before.”

And I was.

———————-

After she had finished with me she replaced my chastity belt and
I was allowed to redress in the wonderful outfit she had chosen
for me. I picked up my shoulder bag and felt her hand on my
bottom gently patting me. I smiled at her and she affectionately
kissed my cheek. I was ready to cum again for her and leaned
into her muscular body

She led me to the door. Our lovemaking seemed to sap the nasty
aggression from her. I quite liked her in this mood. She seemed
very protective.

“Here.” She held out a small yellow carnation with a long stem.

My heart missed a beat. What a wonderful thought! Oh I would do
anything to be on my back beneath her again.

I kissed her cheek and made to accept it but she pulled it out
of my reach. Her familiar wicked smile appeared. Suddenly I was
frightened again.

“Turn around and bend over darling.”

Oh no. I did as I was told of course.

“Grip your ankles but keep your legs straight.”

I did as I was told feeling the blood rush to my head as I held
the silky, nylon stockinged ankles.

I felt the skirt being squeezed up over my hips. I knew there
was no point in pleading not to spanked. In these situation sit
is best for a maid to keep her mouth shut and get it over and
done with.

She pulled the knickers down, but only just below my bum cheeks.
She pushed the stem of the flower into my mouth. “Get this wet
slut.”

I sucked at the sour tasting shoot until it was dripping with
saliva. Then she disappeared behind me. I felt my bum cheeks
being prised apart and the wet flower was pushed easily into my
rectum. As she had fucked me with the dildo only minutes before
the flower slipped in easily.

My knickers were pulled up with an elastic twanging flourish.

“Stand up, rearrange your skirt and good night.”

My cheeks flushing and feeling totally humiliated standing there
with her flower up my bum I curtseyed ‘a good night mistress’.

“Now when someone sends you flowers I am sure that you will
remember this and think of me.” She sneered in that horrible
superior way of hers.

“Yes Mistress,” I curtsied knowing that I would not forget this
ignominy in a hurry.

“Let Mistress Shania send you flowers now!” She closed the door
laughing.

My first aim was to get permission from an adult to use the
toilet. Then I could remove the offending flower. But it was
late and apart from two maids carrying used glasses back on a
tray and another obviously well fucked girl there was no else
one about. All the adults were now in their rooms being
entertained by their chosen dates.

The sooner I could get back to the maids quarters and get to my
room the better. Of course I had forgotten something.

“Where have you been!” it was a harsh whisper that met me as
soon as I emerged from the lift on the lower floor.

Trish was still in her blue dress. She could have done something
more with her hair. I think the balding man must have given a
very good fucking.

“Sorry,” I started wriggling with the flower inside me.

“Sorry!” She humphed and narrowed her eyes. “You are brave
enough to escape aren’t you?”

Oh dear. The real answer was no, but I merely shrugged
helplessly.

She grabbed my arm. “Quick. In a few hours the sun will be up
and then it will be too late.”

The fire escape was at the end of the corridor. Trish pushed it
open and then stepped back from the cool night breeze. I could
hear the wind and smell the grass.

She looked at me and suddenly she didn’t look so brave. “Go on
then.”

I looked outside and then back to her. The world out there felt
strange and full of foreboding. In here it was warm and I knew
what was expected of me.

“Well lets just go for a walk,” she ventured.

A moment later our heels were clopping across the hard lawns
surrounding the hotel.

“Perhaps this will be better tomorrow night,” I tried.

Trisha pouted in thought and nodded. “Yes or maybe next week?”

“Yes next week would be best,” I ventured. “we’ll see how we
feel then.”

I felt total relief.

We both giggled at our foolishness and headed back to the fire
escape doors. We were only ten yards form them when they slammed
shut. We stopped in mind numbing horror.

My stomach somersaulted. “Oh!” I threw my hands up to shoulder
height and saw that Trish had done the same.

“We mustn’t panic,” Trish said tremulously.

“No,” I agreed.

“All the doors and windows will be shut now.” Trish thought
aloud.

“Yes. But there is always the main entrance.”

“True.”

“We’ll say that we went for a walk.”

“Yes,” Trish agreed. “And we can pretend an adult gave us
permission.”

“Yes,” I said hesitantly, “but they might check.”

Trish rubbed her bottom through her shiny dress. “Yes. Oh dear.
We can say that we came outside for fresh air. We felt ill. We
surely don’t need permission for that.”

I didn’t find that one very convincing. “Oh Trish we’ll be
banned from dates for a week. We’ll be beaten until we can’t sit
down. I bet we will be on bin emptying duties for the rest of
our lives!”

“They’ll still let us use the wardrobe room though? Wouldn’t
they? Deb? Deb?”

I was standing with my fists on my hips pouting at her. “I’m
never going to speak to you ever again!”

“Oh Deb listen. We can still get out. There is a gate in the far
wall. We’ll get out and ring our wives and then they can put
everything right.”

I liked the idea of an adult being informed. At least they could
come up with a few good ideas.

I nodded but I must say that if there had been an open window I
would have climbed through it.

There was a door in the surrounding wall as Trish had seen from
the upstairs windows. Wheelbarrows and tools were near it.

We stood staring at the huge rusty handle. Finally Trish pulled
it down and pushed.

“Locked!”

Oh no. I tried pushing with her. It just would not move. I felt
another wave of panic. How stupid I was to listen to this stupid
bitch. I could be tucked up in bed chained to some maid and be
fast asleep with a dildo in my bottom. But here I was scantily
dressed on a cool evening trapped outside the Hotel. Worse the
flower was tickling my bottom making me squirm.

Suddenly the door fell inwards revealing a man.

“Having problems?” He asked eyeing us up and down. He was short
and chubby.

“Oh we couldn’t open the door,” Trish had a big smile on her
face and pulled her shoulders back to show off her boobs.

Well, mine are every bit as good as hers in the tight jumper so
I pulled my shoulders back and giggled to attract attention. “We
were pushing and pushing but it wouldn’t open. You must be very
strong.”

He laughed, “silly girls. You should have pulled. A door always
opens inwards!”

Oh. My first meeting with an adult outside The Hotel and I have
already made a fool of myself.

“I thought so,” Trish nodded looking at me as if it were my
fault we had been pushing. Oh really!

“Where are you going at this time of night? Down to the town?”

“Yes,” Trisha said eagerly, looking at me. “Aren’t we?”

“Oh yes,” I agreed and then narrowed my eyes at her. I thought
she was getting us into even more trouble.

“Well get aboard and I’ll give you a lift.”

He turned and headed back to a huge lorry parked in a layby that
was right outside the door. I guess that this where they dropped
off stuff for the park areas around the hotel.

Trish and I stared at each other not knowing what to do.

I looked back at the welcome yellow lights of the windows in the
Hotel. Suddenly the thought of a beating and a week of
punishments didn’t sound so bad.

“Hurry up!” He shouted back at us as he climbed into his cab.

As soon as he shouted I found myself trying to run in my high
heeled ankle boots. Trish was next to me, her boobs, like mine,
were bouncing. We looked at each other and began giggling.
Suddenly this was fun.

4.

The ride into town was much smoother than I thought. The seats
were huge. I felt like a child sitting there squeezed up next to
Trish. Of course I had squashed the flower and thought of how I
would tell Miss Jaguar what had happened. She would find my
humiliation very amusing and perhaps take me out and have me
again.

Trish flirted like a slut. She constantly twisted around in the
passenger seat so that he could see her breasts in the low cut
dress. She crossed and uncrossed her legs continuously, and
giggled at his every joke.

As you know everyone likes my legs, so to show them off and top
Trish I sat back and put my booted feet up onto his dashboard
pretending to yawn as if I was stretching out to sleep.

I watched as his eyes came out on stalks and if it wasn’t for
the shrill sound of the horn and brakes of the car we almost
crashed into I am sure he would have studied them for much
longer.

Trish the bitch, as I was now thinking of her, edged forwards in
her seat so that he could no longer see my legs. What a cow! But
now with her sitting forward I was able to shift up between her
and the seat back and give him a look at my curvy, white jumper
with their two swelling boobs.

As we came close to two further accidents I think the sweating,
stuttering driver was pleased to drop us off at a phone box in
the town centre.

5.

We waved him ‘bye bye’ and Trisha was full of herself. “What a
nice man!”

We were left standing in the middle of a deserted town, in the
early hours of the morning. I felt scared again. “What now?”

“Well there’s no point in getting all petulant.”

I was losing my temper by now. I turned on my heels and walked
to a bench. I was going to sit on it until I saw how filthy it
was. Yuk. Imagine if I had sat my lovely black skirt on that!

“Oh I am sorry.” Trish followed me over her blue dress glinting
under the street lights. I would love to wear a dress like that.
“look there’s a phone box.”

There was indeed we rushed over to it as fast as heels and
slippery pavements would allow us. “Right.” She looked at me
eagerly.

“Yes?”

She tutted and rolled her eyes to the stars as if I were the
stupidest girl she had ever come across. “Change! Change for the
phone.”

“Why would I have any change?”

“I thought you might.”

“No you didn’t. You didn’t think I might. You didn’t think of
anything! Of course we haven’t got any money. We are not allowed
to have money!” I felt like crying.

“Oh.” Trisha’s pursed her red lips.

Just then we heard loud male laughing. We looked up and three
drunken young men were staggering rowdily down the road.

“Great!” squealed Trisha and dashed over to them, her heels
clopping like machine guns in the night.

“Oh no,” I said out loud. I walked hesitantly after her. If they
turned on her I would run and get help.

“Boys! Boys!” She waved.

They stopped in their tracks ogling the leggy vision in a blue
shiny short dress waving like a mad woman at them. “Boys have
you got any money?”

“Fucking whore,” one of them spat.

“Piss off. We don’t need to pay for it. Slut!”

Trisha backed away slowly. I thought it wise to pretend I was
invisible. I stayed stock-still and held my breath. I had the
childish notion that if I closed my eyes it would all go away.

That was when I jumped high and squealed loudly. A hand had
fallen heavily on my bare arm. My hands shot up as instructed in
the classroom.

I turned to see a big hunky police officer grinning at me.
“Sorry madam. But is there a problem here?”

“Uhm, no sir, no.” He was so big and powerful in his rough
uniform with the handcuffs in his belt and his truncheon hanging
from it. Wow. I found myself performing a little dip of a
curtsey and giggling.

“You lads. Push off home.”

He was so commanding and dominant.

“She’s a whore officer. Arrest her!”

Trish beamed when she saw the officer and clip clopped over to
us boobs shaking. Humph! I immediately turned so I was full onto
him preventing his view of her in that gorgeous dress. His eyes
fell onto my bosom.

“Oh officer. Wow!” She said.

Perhaps the boys were right. She was a whore.

She gripped my arm tightly and I leaned into her. It did feel
exciting.

“Oh please sir,” she gushed breathlessly her eyes flickering, “I
only needed some change for the phone.”

He smiled coolly. “I think it’s a bit late to be phoning anyone
miss.”

“Oh yes, yes,” we chimed together.

“Perhaps you should get a room over there in that hotel.”

Hotel! My heart sank until I saw that it was called The Milton
and I knew it was a chain of large hotels throughout the
country.

“Good idea,” Trish smiled.

“Yes,” I said. “Why didn’t we think of that? Thank you so much.”

“All part of my duties Miss. Shall I escort you over there?”

My knees turned to jelly. He led the two giggling girls to the
hotel entrance.

“We’re not whores,” I smiled sweetly at him.

“I understand Miss.”

“We haven’t even been trained for that yet.”

I gave her a little kick and looked daggers at her. She grimaced
as she realized what she had said.

The officer laughed. “Trained for it. Very good.”

I giggled with relief and Trish exhaled in relief.

He led us to the doorman, “take care of these girls. They need
a room for the night.”

“Certainly,” the doorman nodded.

Now some of my actions I know come about because of the mind
changing indoctrination I had been exposed to. Other actions
came from some place I did not understand. Like this one …

I threw my arms around his huge neck and on tiptoe kissed his
cheek gushing, “thank you, thank you, thank you.” As if he had
saved my life.

Needless to say Trish was not to be outdone and I soon felt her
next to me gripping his neck and kissing him. “If there’s
anything we can do ..”

Oh! I grabbed Trish and pulled her away. God what had got into
us?

The policeman walked away grinning form ear to ear. We looked at
each other then burst out giggling.

The doorman coughed. “Excuse me miss. A room for the night?”

We giggled some more and followed him inside.

He led us into the welcome warmth of the carpeted lobby. I must
say I felt a few misgivings when we entered. But it was so
different to The Hotel. There were no air head maids rushing
around. No Mistress Cats terrorizing everyone.

We walked up to the deserted check in counter and he rang the
bell for us. When I went to thank him I saw him eyeing us up and
down with his tongue sticking out. I started to giggle again.

My giggles were choked short when the door behind the desk
opened and a girl appeared.

For all the world she was straight out of The Hotel. She had the
same blond hair, pink lipstick, eager to please smile. In fact
she was about to perform the little dip curtsey when she saw us.
The smile fell from her face like dishes crashing to the floor.

The doorman left us with a “find these ladies a room for tonight
Tania.”

She humphed and checked a book before her. “A room for ladies is
it?” She eyed us bitchily.

I looked at Trisha who nodded and swallowed hard. “If that’s
alright Tania.”

“Have you an adult with you?”

I looked at my companion and both our mouths fell open. I turned
back to her: “you’re from The Hotel?”

She gasped as if in pain. “No I am a product of Harvard Law
School!”

The door opened again and a short man with a moustache in his
forties bounced out. He liked the look of us. He was beaming.

“Good evening ladies. Are you looking for work?”

We were astonished. I apologetically leaned closer to him. “Just
a room really. Sorry”

“Oh I’m sorry. Miss Rash, have you found these ladies a room?”

Rash? Stupid name. I smiled sweetly at her as she blushed. I
then put the T of Tania before the Rash and actually laughed out
loud at her signature: Trash! “Sorry about the confusion Miss
Rash,” I giggled.

“Yes,” said Trisha, “awfully sorry Miss ‘T’ Rash.”

She folded her arms beneath her boobs and stepped back to let
her manager take over. “Sorry sir. I was just about to find them
a room.”

“Oh now you know what I’ve told you about calling me sir,” he
laughed, his cheeks reddening. “Jonathan will be quite alright.”

“Yes Jonathan, sir,” she gave a little bob.

“Everyone from your agency calls me sir, really odd that.” He
checked through his rooms. “Sharing?”

“Yes,” we readily agreed.

“Now then names?”

Oh dear. I looked at Trish and indicated that she should go
first. She nodded back to me and then distracted herself by
hunting through her bag for something.

They were now looking at me. “Debbie Umber,” I let the words
trail off.

I watched as the silly blond giggled. “Pretty name. ‘D’ Umber.”
She narrowed her eyes at me and shrugged her shoulders as if she
had proved something.

I just flushed.

The man wrote something into his book, “Deborah …”

“Oh no, no sir, no. Debbie. I’m not a Deborah.” Silly man.

“Oh of course.” He clearly did not understand but corrected his
entry. “And your name madam?” he asked Trisha.

Trisha closed her eyes. “Trisha Art.”

The receptionist giggled, “T Art, how sweet.”

“There. Now room 171. First floor. And we can have some
sandwiches sent up if you require them!”

He offered us the keys and I looked to Trisha and she back to
me. Were we allowed to carry keys? I took them between finger
and thumb as if they were dirty and we headed for the lifts.

6.

When we were safely inside the room we burst into silly giggles.

Trisha picked up the key and said, “oh look at me I am a
Mistress now. I shall spank your bottom and then let you cum.”

I sat on the bed and laughed. “Oh please yes Mistress. Please
let me cum.”

I wasn’t joking either. I don’t know if it was the ride in the
lorry or the meeting with the authoritarian policeman or just
being free but I felt incredibly randy.

She dropped the keys and rubbed the front of her dress over her
crotch. “Well that’s one thing we wont be able to get off
tonight.”

That took the wind out of our puffed up sails.

We had some sandwiches sent up. Simple ham ones.

The maid who delivered them, as you have already guessed was one
of us, and non too thrilled at serving our room.

“No adult?” She said with as sneer.

“No we’ve escaped!” Trisha said, somewhat foolishly I thought.

She laughed, “you’ll be on your knees begging to be taken back
by tomorrow lunch time.”

“No we won’t!” Trisha said defiantly.

“Why do you say that?” I asked. She had spoken so confidently.

“Well look at the both of you. What are you going to do in the
outside world? Get back your wives or girlfriends? Ha. If they
like lesbians maybe. And then only if they have the dildo! Get
your old jobs back? Two blond airheads, all tits and arse. Who
is going to take you seriously? Eh?”

“Have you tried to escape?” I asked.

“Once. Everyone tries once.”

“What happened?” Trisha asked.

The maid said, “you’ll see,” and then left us.

I felt pretty deflated. “Oh Trisha.”

“Now don’t be frightened babe,” she said her voice quivering.

We ate the sandwiches in silence. I removed my skirt and top but
found I could not use the toilet. I came out flushed and let
Trisha go in.

“Babe,” she called out.

“Yes?” I answered.

“Give me permission to pee please.”

I smiled. I was not alone. “You may use the toilet,” I said.

I heard a relieved thank you and then a few minutes later she
reciprocated by giving me permission. Perhaps we could survive
in the outside world.

We stripped down to our undies and Trisha looked so hot with her
new figure and her sexy black lingerie.

My penis hardened inside its chastity belt. As soon as we had
escaped properly I would get this belt off and wank all night.

We climbed into onto single beds and turned out the lights.

We said our good nights and I just lay there.

I could not remember when I had last been in a bed on my own. It
felt so cold and uncomfortable like lying in a huge vacant
expanse.

I don’t know how long I lay there but eventually I just had to
get up and climb into Trisha’s bed.

We hugged each other like long lost sisters. That felt a lot
better and I could tell that Trisha felt better too.

But still there was something missing.

Trisha pushed me away and turned on her light. She rifled
through her bag until she came out with a hairbrush. She looked
at me, her cheeks reddening with shame. “Just for tonight, just
until I get used to being away from The Hotel” she explained in
an self-conscious whisper.

She sucked the handle of the hairbrush with the familiar refrain
of “oh yes, please, oh yes, yes.” Appearing to grow more and
more orgasmic until her hips were pulsating. She then knelt on
the bed, prised aside her knickers and pushed the handle inside
her to more gasps and pleas: “oh yes, yes, yes.”

She then smiled as if satisfied and lay down next to me.

I could stand it no longer. I got my hairbrush and did exactly
the same.

When I finally inserted it I felt whole and satisfied. I was
finally able to cuddle up to Trish as if we were chained
together. We hugged each other tightly and fell into a deep
satisfied sleep.

7.

The next morning we got dressed. Shaving was not a problem after
that hair remover. I was beginning to wonder whether my hair
would ever grow back.

“Yuk,” Trish came into the bathroom as I was doing my eyes, “I
hate dressing in yesterdays clothes.”

“I know. At least at the Hotel you had a clean change of
everything every day.”

“At least once a day!”

We looked wistfully at each other. It was eight o’clock and by
now the school girls would be arriving for their first lessons
and the morning maids would have started their rounds.

When we were dressed, Trisha in her sparkling short blue dress
and me in my tight short skirt and white sleeveless jumper, we
sat next to the phone.

“We phone our wives, and what we say,” Trish began, “is that we
have left the Hotel. We won’t say escaped. We will explain that
we are staying at another hotel and we need to pay our bill. So
all they do is give us our credit card number and we can do it
over the phone.”

She smiled at me and I thought that Trish had a good idea at
last.

“Well go on then,” she said.

“Me?” I sat up straight.

Trish looked away. “Ha, well. You see,” she spluttered. “I’d
ring my wife but she met this really horrible man at The Hotel
who always does everything he can to make me feel small.” She
flushed red at a painful memory.

“Well it just so happens that I am in the same boat!” I
squealed, thinking of the dreadful Paulo.

She put her hands on to my bare arm and implored me with her
eyes.

Against my better judgment I lifted up the phone and selected an
outside line. I closed my eyes for strength, opened them and saw
my legs in a mirror opposite the bed. I crossed them and admired
them. It made me feel good about myself and confident enough to
dial my home phone number..

“Yes?”

It was a man’s voice. Shit it was Paulo!

I almost screamed. Oh God what should I say? .”Uhm is Lind …
er I mean Miss Johnson there.” I remembered to use her maiden
name.

“Debbie!” Paulo exclaimed. “How are you?”

Oh. Why was he being so nice?

“I’m fine. Thank you. How are you?”

“We’re great. Everything’s fine here. Hopefully you can come and
visit us soon.”

Visit! Visit my own home! I narrowed my eyes in the secure
knowledge that he could not see that and punish me for my cheek.
“That will be nice. May I please speak with Miss Johnson sir?”

“I’ll get her now.”

What was going on? Why was he being so sweet?

“Debbie?”

Linda My lovely wife. “Hi Lind … er Miss Johnson. Its me,
Debbie.”

“I know who it is silly you told Paulo!”

Oh why did I always look like a silly blond! “Please Miss I
wonder if you can help me by giving me my old credit card
number.”

“Credit card number?” She sounded confused.

“Yes. I haven’t got it with me but I need it.”

“Oh just see Miss Evans and I am sure she will look after you
and help you with anything you need.”

How patronising! “No! I mean,” I giggled softly hiding my anger
as best I could, “please Miss I need to pay a bill and I would
like my credit card number.”

“Well I don’t know what that is dear. I would not have thought
that a maid who earns only a little money each week would be
entitled to a credit card.”

I stood up puling the phone with me and stamped a high heeled
foot. “My old credit cards!” I exclaimed, as if she did not
know.

“Well obviously once you changed your name the old cards along
with all your other stuff had to be destroyed. Seemed no point
in keeping you on bank statements or the mortgage. Only Debbie
exists. That’s what you asked for wasn’t it?”

I took the phone away from my head and put a hand over the
mouthpiece. “She says that our stuff got destroyed when we
changed our names!”

Trish threw her hands up and exclaimed “oh no!”

“What should I do?”

“How do I know!” Trisha raced to the bathroom in tears. “You
always want me to make decisions. How should I know what to do!”

Oh dear. I’m always the one left in the tough-spot. What would
an adult do? What would I have done before all these changes?

I raised the phone to my mouth and sat up straight like a female
executive in a tough advertising environment. In the mirror I
looked like a glamorous decision maker from some huge
corporation. Just like on the television. I shifted my legs to
admire them better. “Well now Miss Johnson,” I asserted, “as it
was you who destroyed the credit cards I hold you totally
responsible …”

“Debbie,” giggled Miss Johnson, “now unless you want me to send
Paulo over that to smack your bottom I suggest you behave
yourself.”

“Yes Miss Johnson,” I humbly agreed.

“Now it seems to me that it is you who has been naughty and you
are looking to blame others.”

“Yes Miss Johnson.”

“Now you don’t want Paulo to visit you do you?”

“Oh no please Miss Johnson,” I shuffled to the edge of the bed.

“Exactly. So I’ll give you the number for The Hotel and you
speak to someone in authority and they will sort you out.”

“Yes Miss Johnson.”

She gave me the number, and I wrote it out on the hotel letter
paper.

“So you will be a good girl Debs?”

“Oh yes Miss Johnson, definitely Miss Johnson.”

“See you when I come for the bondage lessons.”

“Yes Miss Johnson, Goodbye Miss Johnson,” I stood and gave a
little dip of a curtsey and put the phone down.

Executive decision maker! When would I learn?

Trish emerged from the bathroom redoing her eyes.

“We must call the police,” she announced.

“Oh you silly bitch! Silly, silly bitch! We are the ones who
cannot pay the hotel bill. It is the management here who will be
calling the police!”

“Oh,” she stopped doing her eyes. “Oh,” she repeated.

She let one knee fall in front of the other and gave me ‘a
little girl lost look’. “What should we do then?”

I looked down at the phone number for The Hotel. Our adventure
was almost over.

8.

It was Miss Steel who came to fetch us. We sat on the bed silent
in our terror until she arrived.

She opened the door without knocking and entered with a
surprisingly sympathetic frown. I was expecting her to be
ballistic.

We immediately rose and curtsied as best we could. “Good morning
Miss Steel.”

“Oh girls, girls, girls, what predicament have you got
yourselves into now?”

“Please Miss Steel,” Trish gushed, “it was Debbie’s fault. She
said that ..”

I interjected straight away: “Oh you lying bitch! Please Miss
Steel, I simply ….”

Miss Steel held up her hands. “Girls that is enough. It doesn’t
matter how you got here does it?”

“No Miss Steel.”

“Only that you have run away from the Hotel.”

Oh dear, I felt my knees buckle.

“In breach of your legally binding and freely entered into
contracts.”

Oh God. I looked at Trisha who had started to blubber.

“Worse, if it anything can be worse in the eyes of the law, you
have fraudulently taken a room in another hotel knowing that you
cannot pay for it …”

I felt tears rise to my eyes.

“And now you expect us to put it all right for you.”

We bowed our heads, “yes Miss Steel.”

“Now then. We are not a vindictive employer …”

“No Miss Steel,” we concurred.

“I propose that you return with me, wait,” she commanded holding
up her hand as we made to throw ourselves at her. “Wait. There
must be conditions. Let us say that you are banned from dates or
going to the wardrobe room for a period of no less than five
days …”

“Oooooh,” we whined.

“I haven’t finished. That you are spanked six times before
breakfast for those said five days on top of any other
punishments you might garner during the day.”

“Yes Miss Steel.”

“That you compensate The Hotel for the cost of fetching you and
paying your hotel bills here.”

“Yes Miss Steel.”

“That to ensure you pay your way that you immediately sign a
formal employment contract to remain with us for no less than a
year with three month notice clause.”

“Yes Miss Steel.”

“Fetch your bags!”

“Yes Miss Steel”

I was so relieved. I thought she was being quite generous to us.
Though I didn’t like the bit about not going on dates or going
to the wardrobe room for five days. That would be agony. But I
suppose we deserved it.

9.

She took us to the High Street and the Hotels Solicitors. Oddly
the girl on the reception desk was clearly a maid from the
Hotel. You could tell by the simpering, submissive, airhead
appearance.

The solicitor was a gruff woman in her fifties who made Trish
and myself feel like complete bimbos.

She even asked us to add up all her charges for creating the new
contract. Of course using maid’s maths got us both into a right
state. We started arguing over adding 44 and 32 and Miss Steel
and the solicitor thought this was the funniest thing they had
ever seen!

Miss Steel then humiliated us both by asking whether we were
still wearing the same ‘stinking’ underwear from the previous
night. The solicitor fell about laughing at our discomfort.

Miss Steel then took us to a shop to get new underwear. What a
treat! It was a real woman’s clothes shop. Even bigger than The
Wardrobe back at The Hotel.

Again I noticed that all the lowly sales assistants were girls
from The Hotel whereas the managers were middle aged women who
took great delight in belittling the efforts of the little
blonds.

We left freshly pantied and walked down the street behind Miss
Steel’s swift stride.

Strangely every office we passed seemed to have a blond
submissive airhead on the reception or typing but adults in
charge.

A chauffer driven Mercedes was waiting for us at the end of the
street. A uniformed man got out and opened the passenger door
for Miss Steel to get in. Trisha of course posed before him in
her blue dress. She was incorrigible. I stood side on so that he
could see my boobs and my huge bottom. I smiled at him.

He smiled back but then went back to the driver’s side and got
in.

Miss Steel wound down her window. “Get in. Who do you think will
open doors for tramps like you.”

I looked at Trisha and we slinked into the back of the saloon
before it tore away.

In the car on the return journey I turned to Miss Steel.

“Please Miss Steel, may I ask a question?”

“Its not about adding up 44 and 32 again is it?” she laughed and
the chauffeur laughed to.

I giggled just to show that I saw the funny side. “No, Miss
Steel. Its just that everywhere in town there seemed to be
places where maids have jobs.”

She shrugged and looked at an insurance sales shop next to the
traffic lights where we stopped. A middle aged man and woman
were working on their computers while one maid type girl was on
the phone and the second was at the reception desk looking
blankly at the door.

“Yes typical town I would say. Once we place one of our girls
anywhere as temps they always want them full time. Women find
them easier to boss around and men think they are fun.”

“But please Miss Steel,” I hoped I was not going to sound too
stupid, “but you could never produce enough girls for all these
places.”

Miss Steel chuckled. “You’d be surprised how many we can
produce. But no, we are not the only ‘hotel’ catering for such
changes. There’s quite a few. They’ve spread to many different
countries. Now that women want to have positions of
responsibility and prestige there is a huge hole in the market
for airheads like you and Trisha.”

We giggled and flushed. I hated being called an airhead.

Miss Steel turned to face me full on. “After all who else is
going to do the menial tasks obediently and efficiently.” She
patted my stockinged legs, “because you are ever so good at
being obedient and menial aren’t you.”

“Yes Miss Steel,” I announced proudly. I was good at that and
always would be!

The end.
Jan 02

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