Clara turns the tables

"Fine. Lets get this over with. Do it from behind so I don't have to look at you." I said; turning away from him and bending over on the bed.

"Can't say I blame ya. Out of 96 girls, not including you, that I've made into women, not many were terribly happy about it." he replied. In any other context, he would have been ruggedly handsome in a lumberjack sort of way. I heard him spit into his hand, and a moment later I felt the lukewarm, saliva covered palm rub my womanhood. He spat again, this time to lubricate his own member. I felt the head of it slide up and down my lips before finding the entrance. I felt the pressure begin to build. I had to do it now.

I dropped flat on the bed just as he was about to penetrate me. "Wha..?" he asked, confused. I quickly grabbed the ancient revolver from the gunbelt on his pants, which he had carelessly left laying on the covers. I spun over, and pointed it at his face.

"Get away from me, you disgusting creature!" I yelled. He grinned, and started to back up.

"Tell ya' what. You put down the gun, I'll pop ya' with my fingers, and everyone can go home 'appy." Or we can do it the other way, where I tell you there's no bullets in that gun, and it won't be just yer' cunny that gets fucked." I pulled the hammer back, and brought my finger to the trigger. His lip curled. He knew I'd called his bluff. "Suits me. Yer pops paid for the job to get done, though; so sooner or later you'll wish it was me, here, all friendly." he said with a smile as he sat down in the chair. "I'd say you got about five minutes before daddy dearest arrives, expectin' you to bitin' the pillow as I'm given it to ya'."

He was right. I had act quickly. I pulled my dress back up, careful to keep the gun aimed at him. I could only put on my petticoat. I liked that corset, but it was a lost cause. I grabbed my handbag and this diary, and slipped my shoes back on. I wasn't going to be able to button my petticoat. With a sigh, I realized I'd just have to leave the room exposed. Slowly, I backed out of the room, which he didn't even lock, and turned to run down the hallway. I'm sure the sight of me, clutching a handbag and a revolver running with my breasts exposed was a rather odd site for the servants and hotel employees. I turned the corner, stuffed the revolver in my handbag, and buttoned myself up.

I knew I didn't have a lot of time before he was dressed and looking for me, so I ducked into the first open door on a row of shops that I saw. Needless to say, I was surprised at what I saw inside.