Nikki Goes to Crete Pt. 01

"Oh, I'm sure we can give you a special sauce. Leave it with me. Any dessert?"

"No thank you. I have a fruit of bowl which will be just fine."

"So you found it Tony ... or should I call you something else?"

"Ah! It was you who brought me the champagne and fruit?"

"Ah hah!"

"And you saw me in my swimsuit?"

"Certainly did. You looked good enough to eat sleeping there on the lounger. You're just the type of lady the Greek men love. In fact, I think you've already made quite the impression on my husband!"

"Your husband? Was he in my room too?"

"No, no. You met Michael in the bar. He was quite excited to see how much you enjoyed him rubbing his cream in to your long legs. Perhaps next time you'll return the favour and rub your cream in to his hairy legs? Right. Lets get this food up to you. You must be famished."

"It's Nikki." whispered Nikki.

"Lovely to meet you Nikki. Food's on its way."

The phone went dead. What had she just done. She had entered the hotel as Tony. After just a few hours she had been stroked and massaged by a hunky Greek man and a complete stranger had seen her fully dressed and she'd told her that she like to be called Nikki. Even more, the stranger had told Nikki that her husband had the hots for her and was looking forward to getting to know her better!

If all of this had happened in only a few hours, what would happen in the next ten days?

Chapter Three

Nikki suddenly realised what she had done and panicked. What could she do to take control of things? She could say she had taken medication on the flight over as she was a nervous flyer. They must have had a side effect and she didn't know what she was doing. She could claim it was just a joke and throw Nikki's clothes in the bin. She could pack up and find another hotel and stay there as Tony.

Before she worked out what to do there was a knock at the door.

"Room service. Your food is here."

It sounded like Michael. Not wanting to see her dressed like this, Nikki didn't know what to do. In a state of panic Nikki ran for the bathroom and locked the door.

"Let yourself in. Please leave the food in the balcony." she called from the bathroom.

She heard the door open and Michael walk in. She heard him pad across the suite and after a few seconds come back towards the locked door she was hiding behind.

"It's already for you. I hope it's just as you like it. The steak sauce is a speciality of the house. It's like nothing you've ever had before. I know you'll be coming back for more."

"Thank you Michael. I'm sure it will be lovely."

"See you later ... Nikki ..."

And he left her room. Michelle must have told him what she had seen. How would Nikki/Tony be able to look him in the eye? That would be tomorrow's problem, For now she had a steak to eat.

Undoing the lock Nikki looked around the door to make sure that Michael had left. The room looked empty so she felt safe to go eat her steak.

As she sat on the balcony, watching the sun drop below the horizon, Nikki poured herself a glass of champagne. It wasn't her usual tipple, but it hit the right spot. The perfect drink for the mood she was in. It made her feel the perfect little lady. So elegant. She just hoped that's how others would see her ... if she were to let others meet Nikki.

She picked at the salad and then started on the steak. Before pouring it over her steak, she sniffed at the sauce. It was of a white, creamy texture. She couldn't put her finger on the exact ingredients, but it smelt okay so she applied it to the steak. The steak was perfect! Just the way she liked it and a good piece of meat too!

Nikki polished off the steak and fries. By the end of the meal, there wasn't much of the salad left either. She'd also knocked off most of the bottle of champagne. To finish off her meal, Nikki cut off a slice of Melon. It was just sweet enough for her tastes.

Today had been a long day. Normally on holiday she would spend the evening hoping between bars and making new friends. After her early start today, she just didn't have the energy. She decided to have a relaxing shower and head to bed. She laid out her silk nightie on the bed, removed the blonde wig and stripped off the sun dress and swimsuit performing a sexy striptease for herself in the mirror, finally blowing herself a big kiss.

The shower was just perfect. Loads of pressure and temperature controls which actually worked. She felt so much better and cooler when she exited the shower, The silk nightie felt wonderful as she pulled it over her head and is slid down her super smooth, hairless body. She went back to the balcony and poured out the last glass of champagne.

Should she call room service to come clear the table?

No. It could wait until the morning.

With the air conditioning down low, the room temperature was just about perfect. Despite it keeping the room nice and cool, she knew she would be too warm sleeping underneath the bed's silk sheets. Instead she laid on the bed watching TV. There wasn't much on. It was only on for company as she knew that she'd be asleep very soon.