The Rise of Rachel Price T-Girl Pt. 10

"I think I know what you want," Charlie said.

She put her hands up Rachel's short skirt and reached under the gaff. Pulling the panties down around Rachel's knees she began playing with Rachel's parts. Rachel had wanted to get undressed get her clothes and padding off but Charlie clearly wanted Rachel now.

"Such a smart girl, such a beautiful girl, such a dangerous girl, such a bad girl" Charlie said she pushed Rachel down to the chair. Denver's member was getting quite stiff. Charlie started to play with it quite roughly. She knew when to speed up.

"Fuck Fuck" Denver said in desperation before he had time to quite grasp where things had got to. The tension of the days, the apprehension of sitting in a room full of people over dinner, the butterflies while they flirted all loosened by the alcohol suddenly came to deliver one instant climax.

"Shit" He moaned as he launched his load over the leather sofa beyond. "Shit. I'm sorry" he said.

"Don't be." Charlie said writhing and clearly not done.

"we have all. Night now it's my turn. You do me." She pushed him into the sofa going back to kissing.

Charlie sat down on Denver's lap. She pulled down her slacks and begin rubbing her bear ass over Denver's very delicate lap. Denver started kissing Charlie's neck while Charlie's hand grabbed Denver's.

"Stroke me," she began her full weight on him. She began guiding his finger gentley over her flesh then play with her nipples. She guided Rachel's hand down to her damp pussy.

"Small circles" she blurted out panting for air. Denver kissed her back covering it in red lipstick marks.

She guided Denver's fingers to her moist flesh. She pushed his index finger above her clit and pushed his finger around in small circles around it.

"Fuck yeah," Charlie said still guiding Denver's finger orbiting her clit. "More more...." She said moving the finger faster and faster. Denver could feel her moist flesh gliding beneath his finger's caress. Charlie's movement speed up and so did Denver. She let go of Denver's finger and he carried on.

"Shit shit." Charlie said as Denver felt her cum on top of him. She shivered on Then she was suddenly silent as a wave pulsated through her a complete bull's eye.

They both sat on the reproduction Georgian furniture catching their respective breath. Charlie reached behind her and they both held each other closely.

The silence was broken after a minute "Oh I love that" said Charlie.

"What" said Denver.

Charlie looked over to the window opposite, which now acted like a dark mirror. There were two women, their faces smeared, sitting on top of each other.

"Shit, that looks like a cheap porn movie," Charlie said laughing.

Denver added a vermilion laugh.

"No I love this," Charlie said, stroking her ass cheeks. "I can feel your meat next to my rear whole, oh it's ecstasy."

"What?" said Denver.

"Some women like it back there. You never heard of a G-spot. I would so love you to do me now." Charlie said.

Denver had only limited knowledge of what she was asking for, and he felt slightly nauseated by it.

"I couldn't do anything now. " He said, chest heaving.

"My rear fanny is so desperate for your dick," Charlie announced. She seemed relaxed about pushing it further.

"I'm wiped out and my balls are burning." Denver excused himself. Charlie crawled off and she flopped over the back of the sofa presenting her ass in full view of Denver. Denver felt really awkward.

"That feels so good," Charlie said, head and body hiding behind her exposed ass. "I've been so tense over these last few weeks. You really saved my ass. It wants to thank you."

"I'm OK" Denver said. As Charlie rolled around and began kissing again. They slid over as they continued and ended up on the sofa horizontal.

This felt comfortable. Charlie then fell on top of him.

Denver woke up a few hours later, finding himself entwined with another body. The two were warm together, but in many places, Denver's body felt numb. He tried to remove the gaff from his right leg, but he didn't want to wake the sleeping Charlie. Up close, Charlie was a stunning girl. Asleep, she appeared innocent and vulnerable, a side of her that eluded him in waking life. All Denver could feel was Charlie's heartbeat on his flesh and the warmth of her body against his skin. Beyond that, there was the night outside the suite's panoramic windows. A Californian silence pervaded, underpinned only by the distant movement of traffic far below on the streets.

*******

The dawn emerged, and Denver found himself waking up to the strong sunlight of dawn. He opened one eye to see Charlie staring deeply into his.

"I quite like waking up with Rachel's face as the first thing I see," Charlie said, smiling. "I could get used to that. Be careful; you could so turn me."

She rolled off, and Denver felt blood running back into parts of his body. He found himself feeling dreadfully upset. Then he realized this was the point when they departed normally on bad terms.

"Do you want breakfast?" Charlie said, sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table.

"Sure," Denver nodded.

Charlie got out an app on her phone and started pressing buttons. He noticed the watch on his wrist; it was about nine in the morning.

"Oh, I think I used up a thousand calories last night," Denver said.

Charlie giggled.

"Is this the part where you walk out on me?" Denver said.

Charlie sat up as if she was going to have a difficult conversation.

"I know you think my relationship with Logan is a joke," Charlie said.

"Logan is the boyfriend in question," Denver said, slowly pulling his tights down his legs.

"Logan Pott," Charlie added. "But I'm running our relationship by our rules. Modern life is difficult. We might not be as upright as you Amish, but we have our integrity, and if I break the rules, then our life together is in question. The big rule is one - no lies, no secrets. Two, no regular sex. Regular sex is a boyfriend."

Denver squirmed, trying to move out of a pool of warm sweat on the sofa. He sat on the soft carpet. "Are there any other rules?" Denver said.

"Plenty," Charlie said, straightening Denver's wig. "No unprotected sex, you know, stuff. Don't worry about it. Most men would be over the moon for a random one-night fling. I can't see why you can't be happy. Well, I can. You're basically new to this."

Before Denver could respond, there was a knock at the door. Charlie got up and opened it. She accepted the tray.

"You're three minutes late. You know we have a delivery guarantee. You better not be like this with the customers because next time it's your job," Charlie said to the person making the delivery. Charlie took the tray and came in to put it on the small table.

"I like the way you tip," Denver said, getting up. He reached behind and pulled the rear zipper, and took the dress off. He walked into the bathroom and peeled the silicone flesh off. While Charlie poured the coffee, Denver quickly tried to wipe off most of Rachel's makeup. He came back into the room wearing a large dressing gown.

"You're rocking the pirate look," Charlie said, sitting down. Denver shrugged. Charlie looked up from her phone, "If you're coming back, then if you can promise me no puppy dog eyes, then I can promise something might happen next time. Or might not. We are both consenting adults."

"Yeah, some of us are more consenting than others," Denver said. There was a knock on the door. Charlie got up and answered. A man came in after her and pulled a suitcase behind himself.

Denver looked confused. "This case belongs to Denver Jones and Rachel Price. We will keep all of Rachel's stuff in it. If you want anything from it, just go to the desk and ask for the suitcase for Denver Jones. We keep cases for our guests in a room so one won't be noticed," Charlie said as she opened it and began to organize the makeup and clothes into it. "On the subject of things I want to take with me," Denver said. He rubbed his finger and thumb together.

Beth walked back into the entrance space with a huge display of white orchids. There was a card with the words "Rachel Price" on it. Denver opened the card while he tackled a croissant. "Compliments of Mr. Levant. Lucy. 1442," the note read. Inside the note was a second card. Denver picked up the card, and it had a lovely note in it about how nice the dinner had been. There was a Levant Hotels exclusive Elite Membership card in the name of Rachel Price. The note said it had a number of free nights loaded up, along with a number of other benefits. It seemed like a pretty sweet deal.

"I'll see you next time," Charlie said, leaving.

"I guess you will," Denver replied.