The Rise of Rachel Price T-Girl Pt. 04

Rachel stumbled down the corridor, her steps unsteady and her balance precarious. She felt as if the building was swaying like a giant palm tree bending in the wind. She fumbled with the key, her fingers numb and clumsy, and as she unlocked the door, it swung open, and Rachel tumbled into Charlie's waiting arms.

"Shit!" Rachel gasped, her heart racing. "Did you see that?"

"Some of it," Charlie replied a hint of amusement in her voice. "Are you okay?"

Rachel leaned against the wall, her head spinning. "He didn't seem to guess," she said, relieved.

Charlie smiled. "Yeah, he didn't notice. Well done."

As Rachel looked around the hotel suite, it had been tidied considerably. Beth's cosmetic gear had been neatly hidden out of sight.

"Wow, why do I feel like my legs are melting?" Rachel asked, sinking onto the sofa with a groan. Charlie handed her the glass of Coke she had been drinking before; it was now stained with a large, bright red lip print. Charlie sniffed the glass and raised an eyebrow.

"This is vodka and Coke," Charlie said, realization dawning. "Christ! How many glasses did you have?"

"I don't know, three or four?" Rachel replied, her words slurred.

Charlie sat back, shaking her head. "Okay, you're drunk."

Rachel sat up, trying to focus her eyes. "I am? I thought the Coke tasted bad."

Charlie chuckled. "So why didn't you say it was bad?" she asked, taking the drink away and pouring it down the bar sink.

Rachel shrugged her shoulders, her movements sluggish. "I don't know. I've never had hotel Coke before."

Charlie stood up and retrieved a larger, more professional camera.

"Well, first things first. I need a photo against a white background," she said, returning to Rachel's side.

As Rachel sat up, cold wind from the balcony swept over her bare arms, making her shiver. Charlie had opened the large veranda doors, allowing the frigid air to flow into the room. "Why?" Rachel asked, rubbing her arms to warm them as Charlie arranged a white card on a nearby table. "I thought we weren't taking photos."

"Well, the waiters will likely ask you about your age for drinks. Do you want them to see Denver's name and photo when they do?" Charlie explained, fiddling with the camera's focus.

Rachel looked at Charlie in surprise. "You can get a fake ID like that?"

Rachel rolled her eyes slightly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Douglas Levant sees getting a fake ID as a core skill of any hotelier. I can get social security IDs, driver's licenses, passports; you name it."

"Cool," Rachel said as Charlie lined her up for a shot.

"Okay, serious face. No, not so smoldering," Charlie said, snapping picture after picture.

"Wow! That's quite hot, but I need something more official. Stop pouting. Okay, another one. That's a nice smile, but I need serious. More serious. That's so cute; stop it! That's better. Got it." Charlie stopped and put the camera down. "I'll delete the rest. Why were you so long?"

"I met a very nice man called Hunter. I told him he could have me as his quarry anytime," Rachel said, slightly slurring from the alcohol.

"Hey, you flirted with a man! You go, girl!" Charlie said, grinning. "You keep that up next week."

As the alcohol took its toll, Rachel felt her head spin and her balance falter. "I'm not feeling too good," she said, swaying slightly.

Charlie looked at the bedroom with concern etched on her face. "Okay, how about you sleep for a bit? I'll make some coffee. You can stay the night if you want," she said, helping Rachel to her feet. Rachel had told her parent had been invited to a friend, Jimmy's, eighteenth birthday party. This was true, but she couldn't afford a present and didn't want to go anyway. All they would do was take drugs and talk football; the party was all the way upstate, which was a pain.

They lurched into the bedroom, and Charlie took some cushions and pillows and threw them on the floor. "Why do they do that? Why do they have so many pillows on these things?" Rachel asked, lying down.

Charlie got into bed next to her"Let's get the tights and gaff off," she said, reaching up Rachel's short dress pulling her tights down. "It's not good to keep them on all night."

Rachel watched Charlie pull her shoes off, then the tights. All she could think was, 'this was what it was like to be drunk.' Charlie rolled her over and pulled the gaff down around his ankles. "Okay, how about I rub some circulation back into your balls?" Her fingers worked some of the surgical tape off from behind. "Oh!" Charlie smiled, discovering how Denver felt. She softly climbed into bed with him. "Tell me, have you slept with a woman before?"

"Sure," Denver lied.

Charlie smiled. "No, not fumbling in the dark; really, totally slept with a woman."

Denver looked uncomfortable. "Well..." He said, reverting to his accent.

Charlie put her finger on Denver's lips. "Let's do a quick 101 for lovers. Don't reach down there as your first and last thing. You need to check all the parts out. Kiss her move down her neck," she began. Charlie could feel Denver's erection next to her thigh, already dripping with pre-cum. Denver followed the instructions and kissed her, the smell of the makeup and the collision of perfumes filling the space between them. Charlie had such rich, soft kisses, like rose petals falling on winter snow.

While Denver kissed her, Charlie undid her shirt and slacks, but they only fell to her hips. She guided his finger to her mound while directing his lips to her chest. Charlie lightly touched Denver's hand against her mound, then pulled away like an eagle swooping and missing the target. The undressing continued, but she left Denver mostly in the dress. Charlie guided Denver's fingers around her clit like a gymnastic ribbon streamer. Denver was still wearing the nails, and it felt like a sordid lesbian love affair.

For Charlie, the allusion to going beyond her personal preferences and predilections made the whole thing feel bad, the kind of hot sexy bad she was excited by. Denver was dripping, and Charlie was becoming warmly humid. Denver was keen to please and wanted to give Charlie's Venus mound a very good time. Charlie grabbed Rachel's wig and pulled it off as she began bucking her hips and arching her back in expectation. Denver started to dry hump her leg, but Charlie's hand guided his dick to her.

"Slower," Charlie said.

"I want to fuck you so bad," Denver said.

Charlie did her favorite trick of prolonging the orgasm by slowing Denver's finger movements. She imagined her boyfriend coming in to discover her cheating on him with a woman. This aroused Charlie more, and she moved up, then felt her climax bursting.

As she came off her high, she thrashed Denver's dick until he spurted onto her thigh and suit.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" He groaned.

"Hallelujah!" Charlie said, already melting like chocolate on a hot plate. "Well done," she said, kissing him. His makeup was smeared, his wig off, and he reminded her of some rock chick junky.

Denver put his arm around her. "I'm so coming back next week," he said.

'I know you will,' thought Charlie.