Sharing a Room

The remainder of the trip continued in that manner. Lots of geeky jokes, almost all of which Sandy got, comments about the events they were hoping to see, and general talk about their lives. It was surprisingly easy to keep the discussion gender neutral, and except for one brief discussion about which actress on Dr. Who was hotter, it was all material that Sandy felt very confident about discussing.

It was when they finally pulled in to the large parking structure to the left of the hotel that things began to get a bit nerve wracking. For starters, Nathan insisted that Sandy wait outside one of the exit doors which only opened from the inside. Apparently, he had only paid for double occupancy of the room, and they were technically breaking the rules by having a third person stay. After a few anxious moments, however, he appeared at the door, propping it open and handing her one of the plastic card keys.

"Ok, I only have two so when Kelly gets here one of us is going to have to let her in." Nathan explained.

"You couldn't ask for three?" Sandy asked, hustling down the carpeted hallway of the hotel.

"Not unless you want to fork over more money." Nathan sighed, opening the door to ground floor room. Room One Thirty Eight, Sandy noted.

"So what happens when We go to the club afterwords?" Sandy asked, finding a space for her bags right inside the door. Two Double beds, she noted. That meant the floor at least one of the three nights. At least the place had a bathroom with a locking door.

"You tap on the window if you can't get in. Or call on my cell. Speaking of which I need your cell number." Nathan pulled an ancient flip phone from his pocket.

"I uh ... I didn't bring my cell." Sandy lied. Of course she had brought it, but she knew for a fact that caller ID would label any calls to her as Sandy. It was a possible breach in her facade that she didn't want to risk.

"Ok, Ok, I'll get Kelly's number, and she can have the other key. Fine." Nathan shrugged his shoulders. "Or we can switch off."

"Maybe we should wait to hear what she has to say before we make decisions for her." Sandy remarked, a sudden flash of anger rising in her.

"Yeah, good idea." Nathan nodded, flipping on the TV. He jumped onto one of the double beds and began to scan through the channels. "Kelly should be here soon, anyway."

Not wanting to lose herself in the inanity of TV, Sandy excused herself to the bathroom. Carefully locking the door, she took a moment to examine her appearance in the large mirror over the small alcove which held the sink. She breathed deeply, allowing herself to notice how tight the wrapping over her breasts was. She stretched her arms, willing the tension she had been holding in for the last several hours to leave.

A few quick strokes with her fingers was all that was necessary to put her hair back into place. The solid strands of hair were well sealed by a generous helping of gel, but here and there one had worked its way loose. She would definitely need to work on her appearance again before the opening of the con floor the next morning. For an instant, she thought about her bag, before remembering that she had left it out in the main room. Nothing to be done about it now.

She ran a bit of water, splashing it on her face here and there in an effort to clear away some of the grime of travel. It had the desired effect, making her look tired, a bit more run down than she actually was, and not caring too much about her appearance. Exactly like she had practiced at home.

A quick tapping on the door drew her attention and she glanced about herself to make certain she had left no incriminating evidence visible.

"Sam? Kelly just called, I'm gonna go meet her." Nathan called through the door.

"Ok." Sandy replied, making no motion towards the door.

"Ok. Cool, be back in about ten or so." The statement was followed by the sound of the door to the room opening, and the solid slam immediately afterwords.

Kelly. Sandy sighed. She really hadn't expected to be spending time with a woman at the convention. Megan had seen through her first few attempts easily, and she worried that the same thing would happen with any other woman to see her disguise. Then the thought came of the security guard, and she began to relax a bit.

"Ok, can't stay in the bathroom all trip." Sandy spoke to her reflection. She held up both hands and smiled broadly. "Showtime!"