Being Barbi's Bitch

'Very good." She handed me my credit card. "Now, take yourself down to the bar and ask for a bottle of their finest red wine, and another of their finest white. They'll probably offer to charge it to your room, but I want you to use the credit card."

I started to protest, but she grabbed my cheeks and forced my mouth shut.

"I want you to use your credit card," she whispered, "and sign the name of your male masquerade. Understand?"

With a quick nod, I grabbed the credit card and wobbled out the door.

Much to my delight, I was so completely passable as Heathyr, the bartender refused to accept my card. When he handed it back, he let his hand gently slide along mine, sending an electric thrill up my arm. He chatted me up and flirted with me while his partner retrieved the bottles, telling me it was a shame my 'boyfriend' was too much of a jerk to come down himself. He then took my hand once more and kissed it before I left.

On impulse, before my senses could get the better of me, I leaned across the bar and planted a quick kiss on his lips before sauntering back to our room.

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Barbi, of course, expected no less -- although she was a little shocked that I'd had the nerve to steal that kiss. "Here I thought you'd need a little booze to relax you, but apparently releasing your inner sissy slut did that all on its own."

I was just about to say something completely inane when somebody else stepped in from the lounge portion of the suite. He was a scrawny looking boy, all sharp angles and protruding bones, with short black hair and a small patch of stubble on his chin. His mouth was set in what looked to be a perpetual scowl, judging by the frown lines on either side, and he didn't seem the least bit interested to be there.

Before Barbi could introduce us, he came over and held up a series of plastic cards against first my face, then my dress. "Let's clear up the situation right now," he said in a scratchy voice. "My name is Alan. I'm an FTM transsexual lesbian, and I'm only here because Barbi pays well for my services." He grabbed my face and turned it to the left, and then to the right, looking for my best side. "I have no interest in you, in her, or in whatever it is you're planning to do together."