Chapter 15

What Calvin was unaware of was that on the other side of the door was that two of his employees were watching him on the security camera in the hallway, seeing one of the hotel's staff, a maid mince her way up to the door, stand there for almost a full minute before knocking.

It took a few moments, not long at all, but Cal's mood every second only irritated him more. He was in a vice like garment, sure it didn’t hurt like it originally did but it was not exactly comfortable and the black high heels on his feet were better than the white ones he wore to and from work yesterday, but it along with every other article of clothing was not what he would ever want to wear no matter what fetttish Moriah thought he had.

“Hello there, lose your badge?”

The thirty year old man with premature graying hair looked the girl over and knew exactly who she was or who he believed her to be. Mrs. Long had not been shy about keeping her opinion of his boss Mr. Larson getting the girl hired by going around her to Ms. Abrams to herself.

Arm bent at the elbow, Calvin pointed into the security office the man was blocking the door way to. “I need to see Sid.” It came out in that god awful feminine voice he had been practicing constantly, but despite the smile plastered on his face it was much more curt than he intended. ‘I pwn this fucking place, I sign your paychecks, you should be opening the door then gettingout of my way!’ he thought, but instead he reminded himself who the man saw, who he was supposed to be. “Please. I need to see him. Sid.. errr Mr. Larson.”

The door only partially opened, the man leaned onto the door frame smirking at the girl. “Yeah? Anything I can help you with? I’m Tim and the second in command back here, I could do a lot for you…. Clara.”

The security staff itself was always managed by his head of security and while Cal signed off on his hires he didn’t pay a lot of attention to them so long as when he said jump they were already doing so or asking how high and undercover as he was he didn’t recall seeing this Tim, so being called by his persona’s name was a little jarring till his mind kicked into gear recalling the name tag. “Tim, I ah, just need to see Sid.”

The door being opened the rest of the way to give him access was exactly what he wanted, yet he couldn’t stop his managerial instinct from snapping at the man for breach of policy. “Just like that? I say I want to see him and you just let me in when it is clear I don’t have badge access?” At most Tim here should have just gone to Sydney’s private office to let him know someone wanted to see him and even then not let him in the main part of the security offices.

“Critical eye, I can see why he likes you.” Tim said, thinking of a few other reasons, taking in her physical appearance a little more.

“What do you mean likes me?”

Feeling very much like he had said something wrong, Tim held up his hands in surrender, keeping them bent at the elbow, not raising them overly much.”Mr. Larson is a private guy,he didn’t say anything about the two of you, but if you want, later I can give him a nudge. I mean, if you were my girlfriend, I would be yelling it from the roof tops.”

It wasn;t the first time he had been hit on looking like this and not the first to hint at having a relationship with Sydney, but it hadn’t gotten easier to process. A blush came to his cheeks feeling embarrassment at the very idea. “Ahh, umm, Tim, you can just go get Sid… Mr. Larson for me.”

Seeing her embarrassment Timothy shook his head for sticking his foot in his mouth once again and stepped back from the door, holding it open fully. “Just come on in, no need for you to wait in the hallway. I imagine we will be seeing a lot of one another going forward.”

Cringing, the crossdressing man minced into the room quickly, it felt like a better idea when he could hear the voice of Bethany up front or at least he thought it was her voice.

For Sydney he was finishing reading over the incident report that needed to be sent to Ms. Abrams gave her the final update from the chaos last night. It was a headache but it did give him the chance to speak with her, with Moriah and he always enjoyed finding an excuse. That was when he heard the beep of the lock on his private office door before it swung open, one of his men holding it open.

“Hey boss, look who came to see you!”

The wink the man gave him with the statement was odd but then it was forgotten when he heard the click of high heels on the tile floor before seeing Clara Bent… Calvin. A happy smile on their face but it evaporated the second their back was to Tim.

Now standing there in front of the man Calvin’s breaths came rapidly, hands clenched, nails tabbing into his palms, not saying a word as the jerk in front of him pointed his open palm in his direction. Hearing the door close behind him the feminized man turned his head, unclenching one of his hands to pull some of the stupid long black hair behind his ear, exposing the ear with its large hooped earring and slender neck. The coast clear he turned back reading to rip the man apart that he had already mentally fired a dozen times over.

“Sydney.” Calvin didn’t think of himself as a raged filled person he was a people person, a finance guru with an eye for detail.

Responding with the same energy he was getting, the forty two year old man responded, not willing to take any more of the overly entitled cheating asshole’s shit. “Clara.”

‘That is not my name and you fucking know it! He thought feeling as if he were a cartoon character, steam would be flowing from his ears like a boiling kettle. Taking one step closer in the small office, Calvin whipped his arm;s cros the desk as if to strangle the thick neck of his employee, not that it would do well if he tried. That was when he threw his arms to the side then back and forth spilling the contents on the floor with a crash.

Staying in his seat, Sid glanced at the paper work, his fallen coffee mug that once held a small collection of pens and his work laptop. “You done?”

Hearing the response, the man not raising his voice, not really reacting at all caused Calvin’s eye to start twitching. “You,,, you…How dare.” Cal stuttered. “Last night, I couldn’t… Look at me!” he yelled, his voice never moving to something more shrill.” As he yelled he gripped the folds of the maid uniform ripping at the buttons pulling it open hard enough a few of the buttons burst free, allowing the wrap style dress’s top to open revealing his corseted torso and the ample cleavage he should not have. His messaging coming across, he saw the man finally react ,standing up.

It was then that the office door opened causing Cal to spin in place to see who was barging in the room. The sudden turn in his heels caused him to lose his balance and stubble backwards. Instead of falling to the floor he found himself landing on his ass atop the desk facing the opening door.

Hearing the clatter followed by yelling the distinct phrase of a command to look at her, Tim opened his boss's office door. Only to find his boss standing up behind his desk and Clara sitting atop it legs spread open and the top of her uniform not just open but ripped open. “I ahh…” He gulped. Apologizing before closing the door once more.

Standing back up, Cal pulled the top of the dress closed, needing to hold it there now that a few of the large buttons were missing.instead of staring daggers at his head of security or ranting some more, his wide eyes darted from left to right looking around the small room, it not even half the size of his own office. The wide eyed look, with the long dark lashes very much made hin look like a woman panicking.”Show up today, ahh after my shift. I don;t care what you think, I'm going to solve this and then… you just better be there!” This time he didn’t raise his voice, his words with the feminine tone sounded more like he was hissing them before throwing open the office door and fleeing to get back to the locker room as quickly as his heeled feet could take him.

Looking at the mess Sid started by picking his laptop, making sure it was not damaged in the insanity. ‘It is Calvin Bennent.’ He told himself the disguise was working, he knew who they were but even still in the moment his body only saw a young woman ripping the top of her dress open screaming at him to look at her. That was when he heard someone clear the voice. Continuing, he assumed it was Tim but Mike was also on shit today, last he saw the man was flirting with the front desk receptionist. “Yeah?” Sydney asked, already trying to think past his annoyance, how he had promised to show up at that little apartment and to do so with a peace offering, but things happened at the hotel, a mess he had to deal with, police reports, on the job injury report for the kid Kyle after the scuffle.

“Hey, ahh Boss… Sorry I interrupted your time with your lady friend. Not defending myself and I’m sure that in the moment passion is great but, we umm work at a hotel. You know with beds.”

"Great, just great, lady friend, Cal absolutely just made the rumors we are together worse and denying it won’t quash it.’ the burly man thought looking at Timothy, feeling more drained than he should for this early in the day. “Tim, don’t worry about it, its not what you think, I’m not sticking my dick in crazy. Overseas I encountered landmines more stable than… that new hire.”

Tim bobbed his head from side to side picturing the girl in little to nothing. “The crazy to hot scale strikes again I suppose.”

Meanwhile now safely in the locker room, Cal sat on the bench face in his hands, his eyes still wide open. ‘What did that guy think? He saw my… well he saw these fucking tits on my chest in the bra cups. Fuck, fuck… ‘ His mind went on trying to tell himself that he could see females wearing much less at the pool, the top of the dress open was nothing, but he wasn’t a girl and he knew what he looked like.

“Clara Diane Ben” Bethany said the name with more than a little frustration in her voice, making a tiskng sound after saying the girl's full name. “Second day and look at you after going to see your boyfriend, having a morning tryst with him no less, and it looks like your uniform is ripped. From what I can see we can just get the buttons sewed back on, did you by chance collect them.. After?”

Sitting up straight, the disguised man pulled his face out of his hands. He hadn’t heard the locker room door open at all; he thought he was alone. “He isn’t my boyfriend, and we didn’t, I would never!”

Beth held up one palm, holding it up and forward. “Stop, I do not know what happened and I do not want to talk about what happened or didn’t. But… It cannot happen again, just.. Clara, just try to be more discreet. Change out of the uniform, let's get you a replacement and let's just hope it can be fixed, I do not want to back charge you on your first paycheck for the uniform.” She closed her eyes tight, reminding herself she was young and dumb once and not let her frustration at the fuel that had been added to the work gossip mill. “Ana is off today, she called in. So, I'm putting you on the same rotation as yesterday. Today you will be on your own, but I will have Svetlanna, one of the others on your team come by and check on you.”

‘Svetlanna!’ Cal knew the girl, six feet tall, stern, cold, beautiful. Another on his staff looking sexy in the maid uniform that he hadnt fucked. It had been tempting but her very Russian-like personality made her feel like she could be a dominatrix and that wasn’t what he was looking for. Moriah was strong, could be strict and commanding, but not like that. “Wait, did you say you were going to charge me?” He asked, shaking his head with the long hair moving about. “If you have too…” It was a stab, he technically owned the uniforms he owned 49% of everything here. Clara’s paycheck was meaningless, it was a fiction, he was getting a real paycheck for his actual job, he just needed his wallet.

Giving the girl in her young twenties a sympathetic look she nodded. “Policy, you signed the handbook yesterday, but don’t worry, I'm sure this can be fixed.” The hotel didn’t pay bad, but that didn't exactly mean Clara as a junior on the staff was paid well.

Mentally already moving on from the idea of the paycheck for Clara being a little smaller he sucked on his top teeth for a second. “Hey, Bethany, today, I think it would be better if I cleaned the offices, maybe even giving them a deep clean.”

Shifting her stance, Beth stepped away to grab another of the cleaning staff uniforms from a folded pile. “Here take this.” She offered the garment, holding it in place as the girl went to take it looking them directly in the eye. “Clara, you are having to absorb a lot but please remember to address me correct, as Mrs. Long.” She didn’t consider herself a stick in the mud, though she was aware of more than one employee saying she had a stick up her ass, but this girl had just gone and had a morning quickie that got passionate enough to damage work proprietary. She was not going to let the disrespect slide.

“With the multiple call outs today will be a bit busier and with you mostly on your own. You are not ready to handle the offices, yesterday was your first day and my evaluation showed you have room for improvement. Think of this as your chance to prove to me you can do better, like you promised me yesterday. Good luck today, you got this just… just please try to keep Mr. Larson and your interactions professional while on the clock.” Beth took in a slow breath thinking about what she needed to do and in what order to cover for the call outs and left the locker room

The day had just started and Gabe was not at all happy about it. Still stuck in the corset, high heels, the indignity of taking the city bus and here he was going to be checked on… looked down on by one of his cleaning staff and the Ice Queen, Bethany herself reminding him to do better…getting through it was rough, cleaning wasn’t that difficult but it wasn't his place to be changing sheets, vacuuming and scrubbing, the number of rooms he had to tackle was higher than the day before and he had to do it on his own. Svetlanna only gave commentary that made holding his tongue difficult.

“You marked this room as complete? I can do better, you can do better. You are new but you have to understand, this location has high standards.”

It was aggravating, as was his lunch of a glass of water, him missing the kindness from Ana from the day before with being given half the sandwich, but his empty stomach was Sydney’s fault, he needed his debit card. He really needed to find who was embezzling, but cleaning the guest rooms all day was not going to help him with that. By the time he was back in his civilian clothes… Clara’s clothing, taking the city public transportation he sat in the seat, legs crossed at the knee, on his elevated foot he had it free from the faux brown leather heel, bouncing it in place. He swapped legs, replacing the shoe to give his other foot its brief time at freedom, his mind trying to solve the real problem.

‘Tomorrow! Tomorrow, I'm going to put my foot down and…’ his mind trailed off looking down at the toes on his foot free from the heel, thinking about how Bethany, the woman he trusted to right the ship on chaotic days was his gatekeeper now and worse she was delegating others to supervise him like he was a child. ‘Plan of action, I need to..’ His mind completely stopped noticing an older man across the aisle taking a photo of his foot. Rage and shame filled him. Slipping the shoe back on, part of him wanted to berate the man, but the shame was just too great. ‘Fucking freak, I’m a man you just took a picture of a mans foot!’ he thought looking down at his own feet in the high heels frowning. ‘A man’s foot.. Fuck, fuck, fuck , fuck!’ He knew he didn't look like a man, he didn’t look like himself, it was so wrong. ‘I’m a man… I’m a man,,,’ squeezing his eyes closed he felt his shoulders bunch as the first sob came then another as he started to cry.

“Why, why, I thought… Geeze, how is this real?” he whispered between sobs as his body shook. Whapping his arms around his compressed lower torso the feminized man held himself.

“Ma’am, ma’am? Are you okay?” Calvin heard the man across the aisle from him say.

“No!” He snapped, standing up and moving to a seat closer to the front of the bus to put some distance between them, thoughts of yelling and ripping him a new one completely forgotten, just needing to flee.

By the time he made it back to his apartment, he dropped the stupid purse he needed to carry on the kitchen table. Sitting down at it he glared at the small fridge wiping at his face, still fighting tears. “GOD DAMMIT, I DON’T CRY, I’M A FUCKING…” He yelled, his words trailing off before he could finish the sentence, just saying he is a man out loud felt like an attack on himself in some perverse way. The idea of needing to claim he was a man was wrong; it was just who he was and yet he looked nothing like one. Picking up the purse he threw it as hard as he could at the fridge that had no real food for him.

Leaving it there he minced over the tv on the dresser, it didn;t have cable or new enough to be a smart tv, not that this place had wifi. So he tried to find a local station to occupy his time. It was around then that there was a knock on the apartment door.

Closing eyes, Cal hoped it wasn’t the creep apartment super. Best case it was his Moriah to tell him it was all over. Truly wishing these would be his last steps wearing high heels, Calvin walked over to the door, his hips swaying with each step. Finding on the other side his head of security. “Sydney!?”

The large man, hearing his name, he pointed at the feminine creature in front of him. “Mr. Larson to you I believe.” He said gruffly , his hard expression melting when he realized they had been crying. “Hey, you okay?”

“What the fuck do you think!” Calvin napped his hand tightening on the door handle.

Pulling his head back at the response caught him off guard; it wasn't the voice he had heard so often that was not the voice of one of the owners, it sounded like an angry hurt woman and that with how they looked. The outfit, the shoes and the clear signs they had been crying made him feel like shit.

Holding a grease stained paper bag he held in his other hand he looked at Clara…Calvin a bit sheepishly. “Peace offering?:

Now noticing the bag of greasy food the smell of it finally came to Cal’s attention. “Hurry up and come in.” He said stepping out of the doorway, leaving the apartment door open.

Taking a breath, breathing the smell of the greasy food he could practically taste the burger he had been promised. His stomach was already growling. It not just reminding him of his lack of food but the original reason this ass was supposed to come here.

Coming into the apartment, shutting the dior behind him, Sydney moved over to the small table and its two chairs about to unpack the bag when the movement of the other room's occupant caught his attention. Once more he had to remind himself of the real identity of Clara as they slipped out of their heels and started to remove their clothing. The blouse, the skirt and the bra, leaving them only in panties and the corset. The underwear clearly had the bulge from a man helping him through what he was looking at as he could also clearly see a perfect pair of breasts. “Clara, I know you were ripping your clothing off earlier in my office and your happy to get a burger but…”

Tilting his head back, Calvin could feel the long hair on his back as he rolled his eyes looking up at the popcorn white ceiling. “I know you are a **** old man, but try not to get any ideas. Just come take this fucking corset off me.”

When it was unlaced Calvin felt like he could breathe again, really breathe again. As he was only wearing a pair of deep red panties he sat down at the table picking up the delicious smelling burger, and finding a fountain drunk coke that had also been in the bag. “Yes! This is what I wanted. You have no idea.” Calvin said before taking the biggest bite he could taste what might be the most delicious burger he had ever eaten while Sid dragged the other chair over to sit next to him instead of across him at some point having removed his blazer and button up shirt, leaving him in a white a-frame undershirt.

Not saying a word Cal picked up the drink stabbing in the stray into the lid and taking a swallow of the surgery caffeinated drink before picking the burger back up.

“There is a second bacon cheese burger in the bag. Figured after making you wait you deserved a second.”