Checkout time

Paul could feel the bed move as Molly got up with her alarm to get ready for work. He still felt exhausted and just snuggled into the warm sheets as she moved around. She seemed really rushed and louder than normal. It sounded like she even forgot something in the rush and came back as the front door opened a couple times.

He was a little perturbed to feel her playing between his thighs. While he didn’t mind a morning blow job, she seemed way too rushed, and she was not even touching his cock. If she’s not going to do anything, he’d rather just sleep and pushed her hands away. He was glad to feel the warmth of the sheets as she covered him back up.

Feeling her pet his head through the thick comforter, he groaned appreciating the tenderness but just wanted more sleep. The gentle kiss was unexpected but not unwanted as the comfort and sleep returned shortly after the door closed again.

Paul didn’t know where that alarm clock came from, but he just slammed it blindly to stop its incessant blaring. Covering up to return to the warmth of a forgotten dream, letting the world fall away.

Paul heard the door open and moved the covers away to see who it was. His eyes were having a hard time adjust to the amount of sunlight coming in. He was surprised to see a diminutive, strange lady there who seemed equally surprised as she shouted out “What the fuck? ”

They stared at each other for a moment before the maid dropped her head and covered her eyes from the half naked lady. “I’m so sorry miss, I thought the room was empty,” while she closed the door behind her.

Paul tried to figure out why his bedroom would be empty and who the stranger was as he heard heated discussions outside between a couple of women. As Paul continued to look around, his brain finally processed that he was not at home but in some hotel room.

Glancing down at himself, he saw the faux breasts again while his vision was framed by strands of red hair. This triggered the memories from last night to come crashing back down on him, and less than comfortable reminder why his bottom hurt.

He was still trying to process all this as he heard the arguing voices getting louder and he registered they were about to come back in. In a fit of panic to try to avoid explaining this, Paul through back the covers trying to avoid looking at his naked legs and heel locked feet as he stood up on wobbly legs to get to the door. He could feel something slamming into his this as he tried to scurry on his high heels to the door. He heard a loud thud as something fell the floor behind him as he managed to reach the door just as whoever was on the other side of the door opened it. Slamming his unbalanced body into the door, it fell closed pushing the ladies on the other side of the door back a bit from the ****. Reaching up, he latched the privacy bolt just as he was overwhelmed.

At that moment, the Vadget roared to life stimulating his trapped cock in its sticky confined as he blurted out, “Oh God” as the sensations washed over his body and he slid down the door unable to stand.

The senior housekeeper tried to open the door again but the privacy bolt kept it closed. “I don’t know what you two are up too, but checkout was almost an hour ago and we need to turn this over.”

She could hear the guy moan and yell out “Fuck!” they were getting in another romp by the door. She did not get paid nearly enough to deal with this. “Fine, I’ll tell the manager. You two rabbits can deal with Frank.” She said as she stormed off in a huff.

Paul was barely able to process that until the vibrations finally subsided. Looking down at the floor, he saw a portable recharge pack that must have been the thud. He then felt multiple peaks and valleys of vibrations until his mind finally remembered the fucking demo mode of the Vadget.

He stood up on shaky legs to try to find his phone to shut it off. He finally spied it next to a pile of clothes under the mirror with his car keys, the safe key, inhaler, and a note. Strutting over to the pile he pulled up his phone only to be reminded it was dead. Walking over to pick up the battery, he henged over to work with the stiff corset but was glad he didn’t have any of the aides in his ass. Plugging the battery into the phone, nothing happened.

“Shit,” he mumbled to himself as he figured it was so dead it would have to charge for while. However, the demo seemed to have died down enough it was manageable if a bit distracting. It looked like Lou at least left him a shirt and stuff so he should at least get dressed until he could shut this off.

Getting back over to the pile, he looked in the mirror at the disheveled woman. “Damn, girl.” The makeup held up surprisingly well but her hair was a mess, and her eyes looked a little red if not puffy.

Realizing how wrong his voice was even for this look and he knew they had heard a guy but seen a woman, rather try to explain a guy with tits he couldn’t remove, he figured he’d use enough of the inhaler to get past them and get home and get this crap off.

Picking up the inhaler and the note, he lined up the inhaler as he read the note to try to speed things along.

Hi, baby girl. Thank you again for the fun last night. I wish I could stay but I had to leave for work. The alarm should give you a couple of hours to leave before checkout.

Fuck! Paul cursed to himself remembering dismissing the alarm. Pressing the inhaler, he kept reading.

That Vadget thing is impressively detailed. I knew you wanted the battery charged but I was afraid you were going to wake up as I looked for the port. It made sense they hid by the clit; no one would ever find it. ;) The battery pack I had on it wasn’t fully charged, but it should pull what it can by the time your alarm goes off and enjoy your ride home that way.

Paul choked and coughed out the inhalant as he read that. Picking up his phone and charger confirmed they were both dead and would not be charging anytime soon. The Vadget seemed to tease him as it did a wave of vibrations against him.

Feeling the drive against his imprisoned cock just reminded him he needed to get home and get out of this teasing prison as soon as possible. Quickly reading over the rest of the note he just rambled about apologizing for destroying the dress and the only spare clothes he had for some reason, and the keys & inhaler.

Grabbing the pile of clothes he found a skirt, shirt, and thong that all still had new tags on them. Looking around the room for something else, he didn’t see anything and figured he didn’t have time to worry about it.

Grasping the shirt, it felt very stretchy, he worried if that would even fit him with how small it felt. With little choice, he felt he had to try. Getting it over his head was challenging enough, but getting his arms into the small, capped sleeves felt tight enough. However, when he went to pull it down, the silicone chest proved problematic. It seemed like it would stretch, but it would not be easy. Again, no other choice, he grasped the hemline and slowly worked it over the breasts. As the bottom finally made it around the curve of the breasts, it became much easier to pull down. The bottom barely made it down to the middle of the corset; no matter how hard he pulled it, the sides wouldn’t stretch further down from his shoulders. It was a plane, white top, but luckily there was some strategic lettering that looked like it covered the nipples that still stuck out, though not see through at least. The cleavage it exposed would make a breasturaunt waitress blush, but it would get him home at least.

A quick examination of the black thong shows a brief text on the front of it in pink: “Fuck Toy”. Leaving the thong aside, he stepped into the skirt and slid it up. The elastic waist stretched easily enough and with the loose pleats like a skater skirt, it easily fit made it above his hips. As he gathered up his things, he felt the skirt ride up; the elastic was strong enough to tighten the light garment up his corset to the perceived waist. While that did at least get close to the shirt, that left the hem dangerous close to crotch and clefts of his cheeks stick out.

He wasn’t thrilled with the idea of yet another panty, but it's not like he was a stranger to thongs, and the last thing he needed was someone calling the cops for indecent exposure of a faux vagina. As long as he kept it modest, no one should see the stupid text anyway.

Just as the thong nestled between his cheeks he heard a pounding on the front door. <POUND POUND POUND> “This is the manager. This room should be vacated. I’m coming in; cover up if you need.”

Paul turned grabbed his keys, and phone. Seeing the inhaler, he didn’t know if had worked or not, but as he heard the manager fiddle with the door to get the privacy lock undone, he didn’t have time to test and just inhaled another dose.

As he held in the does to make sure it activated, he looked in the mirror to try to make his hair not look quite bed head as a familiar haze seemed to play across his mind. However, his eyes were drawn to the bold text running across the shirt from nipple to nipple. Seeing the letters backwards it took a moment for his brain to confirm it was reading it right. When it finally clicked, he sputtered out his breath as he read it “CUMSLUT”?!?

As soon as he uttered the words, the Vadget seemed to activate in near full **** for a few pulses. As he recovered, his brain realized the words sounded wrong and tried “testing 1-2-3". His voice was much higher than the spray normally did; it was almost childlike sounding like a preteen or even toddler little girl. Something was seriously wrong here.

Just then, the door burst open and a disheveled looking man with greasy slicked back hair a week-old beard walked in. Paul realized he was leaning on the dresser to recover and quickly stood up to ensure the skirt wasn’t riding up.

“Lady, what are you doing here? This room was checked out hours ago,” the grimy manager barked.

“I’m sorry, I slept through the alarm I’ll leave,” trying to move to the door quietly.

The manager threw up his hand and stepped in front of the lady trying to sneak out. “This room was rented to one occupant. And you don’t look a Lou; who are you?”

Couldn’t exactly say ‘Paul’, so responded “Vyki.” Cringing at how squeaky her voice was.

“Pleasure to meet you, Vyki, but who are you to Lou? Because he only paid for one occupant.”

“Ummm....” Vyki was trying to come up with some scenario or way to explain it or some way out, but her brain was scattered going everywhere and nowhere at once.

“I’m assuming you were his prostitute based on that look.”

“Wha?” Vyki is confused as to why he would think that.

Seeing the ditz’s confusion he rephrased it, “you were his whore for the night?”

<BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ> went the Vadget again as the manger said ‘whore’ and Vyki couldn’t stop the moan before she bit her lip.

“Well, at least that’s confirmed.”

“What no, I’m not... a...” Vyki was afraid to say it as it seemed like the Vadget was demonstrated.

“A whore,” the manager confirmed; grinning as he watched the lady squirm.

Vyki was trying to keep it from affecting her and tried to affirm to this strange man, “right. That's not me.”

“Oh,” said the manager, “so you’re just a ‘cumslut’ who enjoys suck strangers' cock in motel rooms for the fun of it?”

The Vadget seemed to be jumping to life with almost every other word out of the creep's mouth, but she found a way to spit out, “No, not like that.”

“Oh, so you are a whore?”

More buzzing and Vyki could only eeke out a meek “no.”

Walking up to Vyki, the manager wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in. She could smell the tobacco on is breath as he spoke, “look, it's alright if you do. I got lots of arrangements with local girls. We can work somethin out; I just can’t have you stayin in rooms rent free; got our own bills to pay.”

Vyki was really having a hard time trying to form responses of the simplest phrases as her head seemed to be swimming through molasses. “Not a whore,” Vyki protested sounding exceptionally childish with an unconvincing pout as she moaned from the vibration while she pulled away from him.

“Look, slut,” the manager said as he chuckled seeing her whimper and pant as he said it. ‘This lady must be a real freak,’ he thought to himself before giving her the ultimatum, “either I call the cops and let them deal with you, or you get down on your knees & show much why you wore that shirt.”

Vyki did not like either of those choices and looked around for a way out.

Seeing her look around hesitantly, he tossed in, “hey, do a good job, babe, and I’ll give you $20.”