Carla

I opened the door to find Carla, the large breasted front desk clerk waiting outside. She had a concerned look on her face, but smiled when she recognized me. I also thought I saw a slight blush cross her face.

"Oh, I was looking for Diego," she said. She gently brushed the hair back from her face. "I didn't expect to find you here, but it's nice to see you."

She looked more beautiful than normal and I couldn't help but give her a once over. I may love cock, but the stirring I felt below my skirt reminded me that I still wasn't completely gay.

"Diego went out drinking with his dad," I told her as I waved her inside.

"His dad!" she exclaimed. "That is not what I expected to hear...like ever. Good for him. At least someone is having a good day."

"What's wrong?"

"Oh...just...I don't know," Carla said. "I just wanted to talk to him about something. He has always been good to talk to."

"I'm a good listener," I said.

"No, I don't want to bring you down with my baggage. What are you doing here? I didn't realize you knew Diego."

I thought about confessing who I really was right then, telling her I was a cross dressing and very confused man. Telling her how Diego had just used me as a way to reconnect with his father and how he had quickly dropped me for daddy when the opportunity presented itself.

Part of me also just wanted to keep the lie going to see what would happen next...