Chapter 16

The third day on the job as a lowly Junior maid, Cal grumbled about the city bus as he put on the uniform, running his hand across the fabric with both hands, starting at his chest, specifically his breasts before pausing holding up his index finger talking to himself as he did. “No. Just…no.”

Slipping his feet into his three inch work heels he sighed, grabbing the brown paper bag he brought with him, putting the precious cargo into the break room refrigerator. Inside he had half a burger, half of the extra Sydney had brought him the day before. The other half waiting for back… well not home but his temporary living location. NOt given direct orders from Bethany, the degrading feeling wasn’t any better seeing his name on the rotation sheet posted in the locker room. ‘Not my name…’ He told himself, putting his long nailed finger up on the pinned piece of paper, running it along its surface to see the assignment for Clara Bent.

“That is what she wants me to do…” Cal’s voice trailed off as his painted lips curved upwards into a smile. “ But… I know what I need to do.”

Walking down the hallway to the operations offices, Calvin pumped his elbow back then thrust his fist into the air, loosening his clenched fist as he stabbed his palm with the claw like nails. If he was looking at a female, he wouldn’t have even considered them long, but on him, painted as they were, it was more than just wrong, it was objectively horrible. ‘My hands shouldn’t look so… so dainty.’ The thought had him stop mid stride as he held out the hand he had just pumped in the air, palm open so he could see the dreadful sight. “Pretty, but wrong…” He glared at the back of outstretched hand, his fingers spread. “How do girls…?” Once again his voice trailed off, this time as he shook his head, feeling the long hair and earrings dangling from his ears move about before continuing to the end of the hall.

The itself was for a small room that once had been where his love… his wife and him had an assistant but after he had fucked her a few times the position had remained vacant. Once through the door his own office would be to the left and Moriah’s to the right, having their own doors and each locked needing badge access. Already knowing the outcome Cal waved Clara’s… his badge next to the reader and saw exactly what he expected a red light. He couldn’t linger out here and wait for his lovely but crazy girlfriend, not if he wanted the disguise to hold. So he knocked, then knocked again harder this time hoping his brown eyed goddess with her long dyed blondeside bangs would hear him sooner rather than later.

When the door opened, the disguised man took a single step back, the pointed toe footwear feeling tight on his toes, his eyes going wide at the sight of the young blonde man in the blue suit. The young man’s slightly shaggy hair was a bit of a mess but in a purposeful styled way, his brown eyes feeling dull with boredom.

To the young man when he heard the insistent knocking he opened the hallway door only to see a pretty latina girl, her long dark lashes fluttering as she stepped backwards. “Yes?” He asked, not sure what the hotel help needed.

“Moriah.” Cal said one of his thinly arched eyebrows was raising, saying his girl’s name while wondering who this stranger was. The guest badge around his neck on a lanyard wasn’t much help. “Who are you?” Getting his bearings, Calvin stepped forward to put his hand on the partially open door to push it more open but even with it opening slightly more the man in front of him didn't move.

Pointing at himself, even tapping his chest lightly the blonde man shook his head with a slight smile growing on his face. “No one of concern, just a liaison from a large corporation. Ms. Abrams and I are going over things today but she had some phone calls to make so I was sitting in here to give her space.”Do you have a message I can pass on to Ms. Abrams.” He said his eyes drifting down, over the girl's body, before sliding back up to her name tag. “Ms. Clara.”

Cocking his head slightly to the side, Cal’s mind ran, his thoughts coming in rapid fire, not really making sense on their own til it was pieced together with context. ‘ Liaison from a large corporation? Going through things? Mega Corp! Things... Like the books!? NO! I need more time!’

“No, I need to talk with her… in private.”

Reading the girl's body language he thought she might be shaken up and hoped she hadn't heard about the acquisition, not yet anyhow, but it was clear she intended to come in. His briefing with hotel protocol told him that was not how things worked. Holding his palm up he gave her a stop signal. “Ma’am… Ms… Clara.” His eyes went back to her name tag. “If you have a message, I am happy to assist you and I can promise I will be discreet if you need but if not.” He looked down the hallway behind her wanting the maid to take the hint. “I believe you can speak to ahh a Ms.. Mrs? Long if you need immediate assistance.” He said with a shrug.

Feeling dismissed and demeaned, the dress wearing man's brown eyes slid off the man , moving to the closed inner door to his girlfriend’s and once wife's office door. With his elbow bent, Calvin pointed forcefully to one of the two inner doors he could see. “I need to speak…” He started saying through clenched teeth, but stopped reminding himself how important this man was. ‘Mega Corp, Mega Corp… think about the money and the yacht you will buy and ignore him. He looks like he is hardly old enough to rent a car, he is… everything be nice, but things need to get done!’ he thought to himself.

Nodding as if in agreement Cal leaned slightly forward, bringing a smile to his red lips. “Sir… I would but I was told by Ms. Long to speak to Ms. Abrams. So I am… going to speak with her, but I’m betting you don’t give yourself enough credit when you say no one of concern.”

“Perhaps I have overstepped, Ms. Clara.” The man said moving out of the way, holding the door open. He smiled at the dark haired girl, reminding himself to not flirt in return.

“A man, like yourself, over stepping. I don’t think so.” Cal said moving into the room having no idea what he was saying was being taken as flirtatious behavior. The area was exactly as he remembered it. The old secretary desk, just as it had been, with the exception it had multiple hard binders on it, one of them open to reveal pages and pages of information that he was positive was there for this Mega Corp representative to do diligence. ‘Maybe he is just a gopher, a worker bee to the real man deciding if I get my money? Still makes him the gate keeper I suppose.’ Calvin thought, his eyes moving to his own office door before tearing them away from the the tag with Bennent written on it, desperately wishing he could go back to his domain he had things to do

Ignoring the blonde man that had not actually given his name, Cal walked the few steps over to Moriah’s door. ‘She is the one.’ He thought, placing his palm on the door instead of knocking. See his long painted nails, making his hand seem so slender he looked down at himself. Hotel maid uniform, the tits he shouldn't have his feet in high heels. ‘This is her fault. I wouldn’t be here if she found the embezzler like she said she would and I really wouldn't be like this if she had the courtesy to call before coming home. Then I wouldn't have had to come up with the ridiculous lie.’ Even with him hoisting blame on his once wife he still didn't want her to see him looking like this. He was a man, her man…

A hard wave ran over Calvin, hard enough that it felt like a gut punch. He knew who he was, he didn't want to dress like this, to look like this. Moriah had already seen him like this, but yet it was still so wrong. He was wrong, his body was free of hair, smooth from creams, his face with its so-called semi permanent makeup, the long black hair, the earrings pulling on his ears it was.. It was not him. The psychic pain from the dysphoria ran amok through his mind. The straps from the bra and the squeeze from the corset weren;t helping him feel like himself but at least the corset wasn;t so super tight and knotted he couldn;t remove it. He fucked up truth was the compression felt supportive thanks to the new…newish waitpullin on his chest.

Remembering he wasn't alone, Call knocked on the door not opening it right away like he might once have done, not without his real work keycard to be able to unlock the door. When it didn't immediately open he knocked again looking over his shoulder to the room's other occupant, finding the door to the hallway closed and him within arms length.

“She was on the phone last I saw, Are you sure I can;t pass along a message?”

With a small, but rapid shake of his head, Cal forced a smile to his face once more, not tight lipped but also not big enough to show any teeth. “No, I can wait.”

Patience was not Calvin’s virtues and the longer he took here the higher the chance Bethany, the woman he once thought of as his bull dog, would come looking for him, once it became clear Clara hadn't started her job.

Despite what the girl said, Kyle couldn’t help but notice she knocked once more, now for the third time. Tapping her name tag once with his index finger twice he moved his hand up so that he gently touched her chin as she looked down so she would look him in the eye. Ms. Clara. I’m going to go sit down at this desk here, you are welcome to join me while we wait for Ms. Abrams to be free.”

Not wanting to be touched and feeling like being called Ms. Clara made him sound like a grade school teacher, Cal wanted to pull away at the least. Shoving him away would be ideal, but far as he knew the blonde was key to his future fortune. “Ahh.. Thank you…” He said warily, turning to look over at the desk to confirm what he already knew. There was only a singular chair in the small room and that was for the person that used to work in here, behind the desk.

Two images came to mind, the first was himself sitting on the desk, legs crossed at the knee facing this guy, the other was sitting in his lap and none of those were going to become reality. “I’m sure…” He started to say when the door opened, and Calvin saw a sight he missed so much. His pale skinned girl, all five foot six inches of her more thanks to the block heels she wore. With his new found knowledge and experience he guessed a pair of four inch heels, bringing them both to five foot ten, but he was sure despite her footwear being an inch taller the block heels made them easier to manage than his own.

Hearing the repeated knocking, Moriah assumed Kyle Morris, here to start the direct investigation for the buyout needed her for something but was not expecting to see her feminized ex-husband on the other side, and was not ready to see him with Kyle cupping their chin like the two were about to kiss. “Kyle, can I help you with something?” She asked, ignoring Calvin’s presence for the moment.

“Kyle?” Cal’s feminine sounding voice rose an octave at the end of the name making it a question as his body reacted finally to get away from the man. Her using this man… this man child's first name did not sit well with him.

Snapping her head in her ex’s direction, Moriah made a show of looking at their name tag. “Clara is it? You must be the new hire, still in your first week if I recall. This is Mr. Morris and we have not officially met yet. I’m Moriah Abrams, one of the owners. Mr. Bennnent is on leave for a sabbatical or I’m sure he would have liked to have welcomed you to our little family here at Ahuva Bahyeet , himself. I’m not sure what you are doing in here, but if you will excuse us, Mr. Morris and I have work to do as I;m sure you do as well.”

Soon as the man that had cheated on her countless times, costing them money to avoid lawsuits or for prostitutes, opened his now pouty red lips to reply. Moriah held up one finger in his direction. “Kyle, I would appreciate it if you didn’t flirt with my staff. It looked as though I walked in just as the two of you were about to… Nevertheless . If I recall Clara’s onboarding paperwork she is twenty two like yourself. Perhaps you could pick up what you were doing after work hours, on a date instead of while she should be working.

‘Walked in on us about to what?!’ Cal mentally asked himself, already replaying the events of the encounter, him close cupping his chin as they looked at one another. Shaking his head enough to feel the hair and earring move about, Calvin’s hands were stiff at his side as his slender arms flexed like they were stretching as his long nails stabbed into his palms. “No, No, We weren’t.”

“Clara, stop, you are not in trouble.I need you to run along, I will provide Kyle here with your phone number, if he is interested I would ex[ect you will get a call or text message.”

Aghast at what he was hearing, the very shocked and minimized man took a half step closer to his love, whispering to her, trying and failing in his attempt to simultaneously speak in his normal tone of voice and whisper at the same time. “Moriah it’s me.”

Not whispering at all, Moriah replied as she moved back just as much as her lover moved “I know exactly who you are and I know you appreciate me acting as your wing woman, but it is time you ran along. Junior maids should not be unaccompanied in this part of the building.

Eyes wide and feeling as if he might cry, Cal for some reason looked to Kyle as if he could help him in any way, only to hear something nearly as dreadful but at least not as painful.

“Once I get your number, I will text you later. I will take a raincheck on us sitting together.”

Opening his mouth, not to speak but to take in a breath. He nodded, mouth still open and fled from the room. His ears were full of the click-clacking sound of his heels as he moved rapidly to the locker room, needing to get away. A question went through his mind over and over as he fled. ‘Did Moriah not recognize me?’

Sitting down on the bench seat, the training he had been put through still held, so he crossed his legs as he tried to process things. ‘She had to know, right? Kyle Morris! Yes, that's why. Is she really giving him my number? Throwing me the wolves to try and butter him up for the deal?’