Pastel Piety

Frank Devlin had finally finished going over the contracts for a big merger his company was anticipating. Frank was anticipating his customary bonus for being the one to land the contract . "Mr.Devlin?" A small voice came from the open door.

"Yes, Cindy?" Frank leaned back in his chair rubbing the strain from his eyes.

"I was just checking to see if there was anything you needed before I went home."

Frank knew exactly what he needed from Cindy. She was your typical blonde bimbo secretary; short skirts, two inch high heels, an ass begging to be spanked, double D tits, and perfect pillowy lips perfect for sucking cock. Which is what he wanted from her right now. But that would have to wait, he had other plans for this evening. "No, Cindy, that'll be all."

"Good night, sir." Cindy turned on her heels and left.

After taking a moment to stand and stretch his back Frank closed the door to his office. Drew the blinds shut  in his spacious office, soon to be a corner office after the merger, and took out a bag from a bottom drawer of his desk he kept locked at all times.

You see Frank Devlin was a man with a secret, a fetish as it were, one that no one else knew about, not his wife, not his secretary, and definitely not the members of his church. Once a week for the last three years Frank would hire a bit of stress relief in the form of Mistress Anna. He wasn’t a bad man, he was a stressed man. He and his wife were indeed religious though because of this that meant Frank and his wife Linda only had sex once a month for procreation, or if he begged on his birthday. Always missionary. Always with minimal touching before or during. Frank’s first affair ten years ago was with a former secretary who threatened to expose him to his wife but she had no proof so he had her fired and deported. He had a few more affairs on out of town trips but that was still few and far between, so three years ago he found a local escort service and found Mistress Anna. He was intrigued by her offer to tie him up and whip him until he begged for mercy and initially decided it would be something he tried only once but Frank found he rather enjoyed letting someone else take charge for those two hours, so it became a weekly thing.

Frank quickly discarded his suit into the bag, his suit jacket, vest, tie, shirt, and pants all went into the bag so that he would have no trouble in finding them again. You see, Frank had learned from his friends' mistakes. They’d always left their tie, or had some lipstick smudge on their clothing that their wives would inevitably find and then take them for every cent they had. So as usual, Frank knelt in his office wearing only his tighty whities.

Several minutes later, there were two gentle knocks at the door, followed by three more, and two more louder ones. Frank smiled, knowing it could only be Mistress Anna. Unmoving he bowed his head as the door opened. The first thing he saw of Mistress Anna, as always, was her six inch heel thigh high platform black leather boots. The fact this only made her five foot five frame two inches taller than him all the more enticing. He wasn’t a giant by any means, or particularly muscular, he ran track in jr.high onto college so he was fairly thin but over the last couple of years from fancy dinners and stress eating he had begun to develop a small paunch around his midsection. He promised himself, and his wife, after the merger finished he would start jogging again before his paunch developed into a full on beer gut.

Frank felt the familiar cold leather of her crop slowly lifting his chin. Mistress Anna was a beautiful mocha skinned woman with large double D cup breasts she further enhanced with her black leather corset bustier. She let her naturally curly hair run free as she looked down at her pathetic sub. “Who told you you could open your eyes and look upon your goddess?”

Frank immediately slammed his eyes shut, “I’m sorry Goddess, this worm didn’t mean to behold your beauty without permission.”

“But you did.” The leather crop gently slapped his cheek, “You know what that means, peasant.” Frank nodded excitedly, feeling his cock already on the verge of exploding. “Then get on all fours maggot.” Frank quickly assumed the position on his hands and knees facing away from his Mistress. The first quick sting was just a taste of what was to come over the next two hours. After two more Mistress Anna forced him to pull his underwear around his knees before continuing. The office filled with the sounds of leather slapping against flesh and howls mixed with pain and pleasure for the next twenty minutes. By the end his butt was red. When the whipping had ceased Mistress Anna cooly sat on the couch and spread her legs wide exposing her uncovered pussy. “Do you deserve this pussy?”

“No Mistress.” he whimpered, not daring to look up.

“Do you want this pussy?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“What would you give me for a taste?”

“My soul.”

“Who would want that wretched thing? Your Goddess demands something worthy of her greatness.”

“M-my car. I-it’s a Mercedes-Benz Mistress.”

“Pfft, that’s an old man’s car.”

“My Porsche then. Anything, please. Just for a taste of your glorious pussy.”

“That’s more like it. Crawl like the maggot you are and I will let you have a taste.” Frank crawled his meager four inch penis already leaking precum without ever being touched. This was part of their game. He would beg and offer her everything and anything he owned just to be allowed to eat her out. Frank buried his face between her thighs and gently licked the lips of her vagina. It tasted sweet like cherries. He took another taste from the center, flicking her clit, and immediately felt her strong thighs close around his head like a venus fly trap would a fly. “I said a taste! It’s gonna cost much more than a car to eat at this divine buffet.”

“A-anything Mistress, please!” his muffled yells were barely audible.

“Ten thousand dollars.”

“For real?” This was not a part of their game.

“Of course for real.”

“Yes Mistress. I will give you the money.” Ten thousand dollars was chump change to Frank’s financial status. Mistress Anna smirked and unclenched her legs and allowed Frank to eat her to orgasm. Anna would never tell him but Frank was really good at eating pussy, she wasn’t interested in Frank, she was twenty-three and needed money for law school while he was pushing forty, but just because she wasn't attracted to Frank in any way didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate the orgasm he provided her.

An hour had come and gone and Frank, true to his word, had deposited the ten thousand dollars into Anna’s bank account and Mistress Anna left for the evening, after reaffirming their session next week. Frank dressed, went home to his wife and had a nice dinner before going to bed. He played golf on Saturday, went to church on Sunday and the following Monday Frank got dressed, kissed his wife goodbye and went back to work once again. Frank was all smiles that morning, as he was every Monday morning after a session with Mistress Anna. He greeted Cindy and took the coffee she already had ready for him. “Thank you, Cindy. Get me the Pensky file.” He said as he sipped his coffee and sat at his desk. Turning on his computer Frank suddenly choked and sputtered on the hot liquid. The generic wallpaper with the company logo had been changed to a photo of him with his head between Mistress Anna’s thighs. It slowly shifted and changed into a photo of him crawling to Mistress Anna.

“Is something wrong Mr.Devlin?” Cindy asked, suddenly appearing with the file he requested.

“What? No-I mean nothing’s wrong. Just uh…went down the wrong pipe.” Frank coughed.

“Oh.” She closed the door behind her, “I thought it might have been the pictures of you being the whipping boy of some Dominatrix.”

Frank’s eyes widened as fear and fury danced around his mind. “You…what?!”

“Color me surprised when I forgot my keys on my desk and had to come back to get them. Well, you know how long of a walk it is from the parking garage down the street, maybe not, you executives get to park right next to the building.”

“What are you-”

“Quiet maggot!” Frank sat back stunned, “A goddess is talking.” She smirked, ‘Where was I? Oh right, I had to walk all the way back, get on that sloooow elevator of ours and I found my keys and a whole lot more. Mr.Frank Devlin on all fours in his office getting a beating from some leather clad amazon.” As she said it the background cycled again as if to illustrate her story. “Naturally, I knew you’d want a few commemorative photos, and a couple of videos, for good measure. Oh and don’t worry I know you’re always worried about computers being wiped clean so if something happens to your hard drive, I have plenty of backups both digital and hard copy. Just as you always tell me.” She smiled smugly.

Frank’s shoulders slumped, he was screwed. She had actual evidence and multiple copies if she was to be believed, and why not? No, the smart play was to go along with it until he could find and destroy all of her evidence, “What do you want?”

“I think you’re a man in serious need of a vacation.”

“What?”

“I booked you a nice room in a luxury hotel in Miami, Florida.”

“You just want to send me on vacation?”

“Well, not just.” She stepped out of the office for a moment before returning with a bag, “I decided to take the initiative and pack you a bag for your trip. Thankfully you had me memorize your sizes so I could do some shopping for you while you were too busy working.”

Frank cautiously opened the bag, inside was a leopard print dress and a tacky blonde wig. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh but I am.” Her playful voice gone, “If you don’t want me to send the photos to your wife, your congregation, the CEO, your mother, she might even write you out of the will and you'd lose that trust fund wouldn't you? And hell, I'll take an ad out in the local paper, you will do everything I say.” The cocky smile returned to Cindy’s face, “Did you know that it is a lot easier to hack someone’s phone than most people realize?” Frank’s eyes somehow widened further, “And did you know the ten grand you sent to your little friend was from a company account? You have a bad habit of not paying attention to which account you’re using when you’re distracted. Onder what distracted you this time? I’m sure no one here would really care about your little affair but I’m sure certain very angry and very powerful people would care about your little mixup. Now I’m not evil. If you be good and do everything I say willingly and with a nice smile, I’ll fix your little mistake.”

“If I go to this hotel and dress like a woman?”

“Oh no. Not a woman. You’re not that lucky to be a woman. But I do expect you to put forth your best effort."

Frank sighed, "When?"

"That doesn't sound very willing."

Frank huffed and forced a smile on his face, "When do I leave for my vacation?"

"Better. But work on that smile." Cindy took out a small envelope, "Your plane leaves after lunch."

"What am I supposed to do about work?"

"I'll take care of that. You still have some vacation days. You can come up with a lie to tell your wife, somehow I think you’d be good at that.”

“It doesn’t look like I have a choice.”

“Of course you do. Your choices are having a bit of fun in Miami or utter humiliation and possible criminal charges.”

“Guess I’m going on vacation!” Frank cheered through gritted teeth.

“Thatagirl.” She laughed.

The trip to Florida was rather uneventful, except Cindy had gotten him a coach seat instead of his usual first class. It was cramped and uncomfortable and the slob of a man beside him kept falling asleep on his arm. But he made it through somehow, thankfully it was less than an hour flight from Boston to Miami. At the luggage carousel the slob of a man kept pestering him with questions, obviously feeling refreshed from his nap. “What brings you to town, buddy?”

“Just a little vacation.”

“Oh vacation huh? Must be nice. I had some business up in Canada not too long ago. They have the best doughnuts in the world.”

“You don’t say.” Frank checked his gold Rolex, he had already been standing here for ten minutes.

“Name’s Chuck.” The slob offered his hand.

“Frank.” He didn’t bother shaking his hand.

“Well pleased as grits to meet ya, Frank.” Thankfully for Frank he saw his bag rolling out of the chute. “Well shoot, finally.” Before Frank could grab his bag Chuck picked it up and another bag.

“Wait a minute, that’s my bag.”

“What?”

“You’ve got my bag.”

“These are my bags, Frank.”

“That one may be, but that one is mine.” he pointed to the bag in his right hand.

Chuck sat the bags down and examined the claim ticket, “I’ll be dipped, you’re right. My mistake friend.”

“It’s quite alright.” Frank hooked the shoulder strap over his shoulder.

“Well…looks like I’ll be stuck here a while, you go on ahead friend. Hopefully we’ll bump into each other again.” Again Chuck offered his hand, this time Frank shook it just to be rid of him. Chuck patted Frank’s hand for a second, “Have fun, Frank.”

“Yeah, you too.” Frank hurried away from the slob of a man and got a cab and paid with the cash from his silver money clip once they arrived at the hotel. No sense leaving a paper trail and giving Cindy any more evidence than she already had.

The hotel in question was nowhere near luxurious by any standard let alone Frank’s. Clearly the lower class seating and hotel were part of his humiliation. But for him it was a blessing, he was less likely to run into anyone he knew here and he could easily afford the weekly rate with just the cash he had on hand. The hotel lobby had a small bar off to the side, its attempt at being more than just a seedier hotel perhaps or to draw a more youthful crowd. But it failed in both regards as the only patrons of the bar were the older crowd.

His room wasn’t any fancier, it was much smaller than he was used to, the bed took up the largest portion of the room with barely any room on each side for a person to walk through. The television was bolted to the small dresser. Beside the bed was a half wall used to hold up a sink outside of the bathroom which was the size of a closet. The toilet was on one wall, and the shower on the other and that was all the room it offered.

“Guess I’m roughing it this week.”

Frank’s cell phone beeped a message from Cindy.

Cindy: Heeeey Frankie did you make it in?

Frank groaned, Frank: I just got in.

Cindy: Are you excited for your girly vacation?

“Absolutely not.” Frank: Very excited!

Cindy: Good, so first things first is shower, shave, and put on your best dress.

Cindy: And don't forget to send me lots of selfies.

Cindy: And smile! :D

Frank rolled his eyes; he disrobed, tossed his clothes in the corner before getting in the shower and washing with the hotel soap and shampoo. Naked he examined the clothes Cindy had left him, it wasn’t just one dress but three. The leopard print midi dress he initially saw, a strapless black cocktail dress, and a red spaghetti strap off the shoulder body con dress.  Deciding the cocktail dress is probably the least humiliating of the three he sat it aside and took out the bright red satin panties with a lace fringe and its matching bra followed by a red garter belt and sheer red stockings. “Ugh.” He groaned again and shaved the stubble from his face. The panties were simple enough to put on, their smoothness against his bushy crotch was making his cock twitch. Next came the bra. He had seen his wife put them on enough he knew the trick, hooking the band in front he turned it around and slipped the bra onto his hairy shoulders. The hardest part was figuring out how to put the garterbelt and stockings on. This took several minutes and he could hear his phone beeping at him several times while he struggled. Finally getting them in place over his hairy legs he forced his way into the cocktail dress and did his best to zip it up on his own. Finally he checked his phone.

Cindy: Don’t forget your wig Frankie.

Looking through the bag he found the short bob style blonde wig. The mirror over the sink showed him for the freaky mess he was. “Damn.” He shuddered before forcing a smile on his face and taking a selfie and sending it to Cindy.

Cindy: Aww you’re beautiful, strike a pose darling, have some fun with it!

The next three were pictures of Frank or Frankie turned to the side, raising one hand, and arching his back, like he had seen in porn ads. The next he leaned against the wall and looked away with a smile. Finally one looking behind him at the reflection in the mirror.

Cindy: Sexy! Give us a little kiss then you can have dinner.

Frank took the obligatory duck face selfie. He knew he was only giving her more evidence but he would have that destroyed with the other evidence, he just needed to buy time.

Cindy: You’re fierce, queen!

Cindy: Say it.

Frank: I’m a fierce queen!

Cindy: Yeah you are! Let’s see those shoes gurl!

Shoes? Frank looked at his dress shoes beside the door then into the bag and saw no signs of shoes. Quickly, he patted it down and thankfully found a pair of three inch black pumps in a side pocket, in another he found two more heels of the same height, clearly meant to be worn with the other two dresses as they matched those dresses. He had just slipped them on his feet and sent the picture when he received a response.

Cindy: Now go down to the bar and have dinner, and don’t forget to smile.

That was fine with Frank, he was starving even with his stomach in knots,as he pulled off the ill fitting wig he heard his phone again.

Cindy: And send some selfies of you at the bar lookin’ fierce! Bonus points if you get a guy to buy you a drink!

Frank’s heart pounded, he couldn’t do that even if no one here knew him! They’d probably call the cops on him for being a freak! The bar wasn’t super full right now…maybe if he waited an hour or two it would be completely deserted. Sure it was still humiliating but the less people to see his humiliation the better.

Cindy: You have two minutes or I send one photo at random to your wife.

“Fuck!” Frank grabbed his money clip and wig, making sure it was in place the best he could, and tried to move as quickly as he could in the three inch heels which proved not very fast at all. If he took too long a stride his ankle would wobble on the unfamiliar heel. Too slow and his toes would drag on the floor and he’d lose his balance anyway. Having an awkward gait Frank managed to make it to the bar, only falling once. Fixing his dress to not expose his ass anymore than he already had he carefully walked up to the bar. He struggled to get his footing so he could sit on the stool, and instead opted for leaning over the bar. “H-hi.” He spoke in a forced falsetto to the bartender. “Uh…scotch and the seafood special please.”

“Sure thing, bud.” The bartender turned around and poured a drink while Frank took a selfie at the bar, his fake smile couldn’t hide his fear of being seen.

The bartender turned around and saw the strangely dressed man excitedly taking a selfie. He wasn’t the first, first time transvestite having an outing he had seen. “Twenty-two fifty.”

Frank turned and saw his drink on the bar and burned with embarrassment. “Uh. You-you want me to pay now?” His voice was closer to a caricature of a woman than an actual woman’s.

“Yes, sir.” The transvestite looked like he was about to bolt, no sense in running up a tab for someone who wouldn’t be coming back.

“Oh-okay.” Frank reached into his suit pocket…and realized he did not have a suit or a suit pocket to reach into. He reached for his pocket for his wallet to realize once again he did not have a pocket. “I um…I seemed to have left my wallet in my room. Do you mind if I go back and get it?”

“Sorry, pal. All bills need to be settled before you leave the dining area.”

“Okay. What about charging it to my room?”

“Sure, just give me the credit card you paid for your room with.” Frank frowned.

“Can I just cancel the order?”

“Nope. He’s already dropped the fish.”

“Well unless you let me go to my room I’m afraid I can’t pay.”

“It’s okay, miss. It’s on me.” A tall handsome man sat at the bar beside Frank and handed a fifty to the bartender, “And I’ll have what she’s having.”

Frank froze as the bartender turned around and started the same order again, placing the drinks in front of the strange men. “Th-thanks.”

“Eh, just helping out a fellow traveler. Name’s Finnley.” Finnley held up his glass, taking the cue Frank clinked glasses with a small nervous smile.

“Fran-...cine. Francine.” Frank couldn’t believe he was going along with this, but better than some southern boy kicking the crap out of him or worse.

It’s a pleasure to meet you. Then it’s always a pleasure to meet a beautiful woman.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” Frank managed not to laugh but couldn’t keep the disbelief out of his voice.

Finnley shrugged unresponsively and moved on in conversation. Their conversation was fairly normal with Frank forgetting all about attempting his terrible girly voice quite often. Finnley had traveled a lot and always liked to look up interesting local history and seemed to have Frank’s interest. At least enough that he didn’t notice Finnley buying him three more drinks before dinner was over.

“Well, I think I should re-retire to my room.”

“Shame.” Finnley smirked as Frank attempted to walk away. Between being tipsy and the unfamiliar height and heels it was impossible for him to walk anywhere without tripping. Luckily Finnley helped him to his feet and offered to walk him back to his door. Frank was forced to hang onto Finnley along the way until finally he was standing before his room door. Unfortunately, his money clip and wallet were not the only things he had forgotten in his rush. “Shit, I don’t have my key.”

“I have mine.”

“Bragger.” Frank’s wig slipped slightly.

“Come on. I have a place not far from here.”  Frank was once again forced to hold onto Finnley as he walked to this strange man’s hotel room. When they reached the door Frank was suddenly spun around and felt a pair of lips forced against his open mouth which had been open in mid yell of confusion. The sudden motion forced Frank to hold on to Finnley's strong arms and pull himself closer or fall down. Finnley took advantage of Frank’s open mouth and forced his tongue inside. Frank screamed and tried to force the invading tongue out with his own. In failing to do so with his tongue Frank was finally able to push the gross man off of him. “What the hell?!”

“What? You’ve been sending me signals all night, baby.”

“I’m not your-” Finnley kissed Frank again, pinning him to the door with a loud moan.

“Hmm fuck, I can’t believe you’re really a man.” Summoning all his strength and rage Frank shoves the man away and runs away, losing his heels in the process.

After he was sure the weird homo wasn’t following him Frank had no choice but to walk to the front counter. “May I help you…miss?” It was more a probing for correct pronouns than asking if he could actually help.

“I locked myself out of my room.” Frank was exhausted but still forced himself to speak in a falsetto.

“How unfortunate, what was your room number?”

“311.” The attendant typed on the computer for a second before looking up to the disguised man.

“Frank Devlin?”

“That’s me.”  He dropped all pretense of a female voice.

“Ah.” The man tapped a few more keys and slid a keycard into the slot of another machine, after a second it beeped and the man pulled it out. “Here you go Mr.Devlin. I hope you have a good evening.”

“Yeah thanks.” Turning around he saw an old couple staring at him in disbelief. As he walked away he heard the old man whisper something about “one of them drag queens.”

To say Frank was depressed and irritated by the time he got back to his room was an understatement, he was picked up and violated by a man, people thought he was a drag queen, and his phone had plenty of selfies that made it look like he was enjoying every second of his humiliation. Thankfully his new key worked, he’d hate to have to go back to the front desk again. Inside he immediately stripped off his dress, having no luck reaching the zipper behind him he simply pulled it over his head. The act hurt his ears but at this point he didn’t care. The adrenaline gone left utter exhaustion so Frank climbed into the hard uncomfortable bed, and didn’t even bother to change clothes.

Some hours after midnight Frank awoke with a very urgent need to pee. Rushing into the bathroom, he slammed into the uncomfortably small bathroom. Steadying himself he hurried to pull down the red panties only to find they wouldn’t come down far enough for some reason. After a minute of struggling and his bladder screaming at him he managed to pull the panties aside and pee to his great relief.

The next morning Frank woke up with a headache, worsened when he discovered he had passed out on the bed with his dick hanging out of his satin prison. Sobering up he realized he needed to unsnap the garterbelt first to free himself from this gentle hell. After freeing himself Frank stripped and had a shower, hoping to cleanse himself of the previous night. Afterwards, as he dried himself off he went to the bag that had fallen on the floor sometime in the night. Looking inside all he saw were the remaining dresses. Flipping over the bag and emptying it the two dresses fell out along with two more sets of underwear. “What the hell?!” he yelled fruitlessly to the empty room. Furious he scrambled and checked under the bed and found nothing, checking the corner where he threw his suit again he found nothing.  "No, no, no. No!" He bellowed again to his uncaring room. He has no clothes other than the trampy dresses his secretary left for him. Immediately he took up his phone and called his secretary.

"I'm sorry your call can not be completed as dialed. Hang up and-"

"What the hell?!"  Frank called his office number, having to redial twice after misdialing the first two times. Finally someone answered who's angelic voice he did not recognize.

"Cindy Stanwood's office, this is Debrah, who may I say is calling?"

"Cindy's office? What is-look tell her it's Frank Devlin calling to find out what is going on?"

"I'll see if she's available." She responded with her usual voice for dealing with difficult calls and placed Frank on hold.

“What the hell is going on?” Frank searched the room for anything he could cover himself with besides these stupid women’s clothes. When he found nothing he decided he could possibly buy clothes and have someone deliver it to him, the nicer shops often did that for customers with enough money to pay. Of course this is when he discovered his wallet and money clip were also gone.

Finally he heard Debrah’s voice, “I’m sorry, sir. She is currently in a meeting but if you would like to leave your name and contact information, I’ll have her call you as soon as she’s available.”

“What meeting?! She’s a secretary!”

“Hmm, are you sure you have the right number? Ms.Stanwood is V.P. of acquisitions.”

“Since when?”

“It was actually this week. She’s really hit the ground running however.”

“Wh-no. What happened to Frank Devlin?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know, sir. You’ll have to ask Ms.Stanwood, it’s my first day as well.”

“Have her call me back as soon as she’s available then.”

“Will do, sir.” Frank gave his cellphone number to his secretary’s secretary and hung up, sitting naked on the bed.

Frank opened the maps on his phone and searched for the nearest men’s clothing store that offered delivery. Finally he selected a nice gray suit, unfortunately they didn’t sell boxers but he could go commando until he got himself to a store. However when he hit purchase the site balked and informed him he had insufficient funds. It wasn’t possible! He had nearly seventy thousand dollars in his secret account. Deciding he would make up some lie about needing a new suit while on the sudden business trip that had to happen immediately he used a credit card. Unfortunately his phone told him that card had been declined. He tried two more he saved to his phone and found each one declined. Attempting his last hope, the bank account he shared with his wife, he was stunned to find that even that account had insufficient funds. It wasn’t possible! His credit cards in his wallet haven been stolen no doubt flagged them for their strange purchases perhaps, but he was somehow locked out of all of his accounts?

Frank spent the better part of two hours nakedly wallowing in his misery before his stomach growled at him reminding him it was now lunch and he hadn’t eaten breakfast. He tried to call Cindy again and got the same disconnected message as earlier.  Picking up the hotel room phone he called the front desk and ordered room service. Thankfully they did charge it to his room, even though he knew this would only screw him later he needed food and to think. After finishing his pastrami sandwich he was able to think clearer, he could possibly have his friend James wire him some money but he would have to get clothes first. “Actually.” He said out loud, “I could ask him to buy some clothes and have it delivered here. I’d have to come up with a wild story…better than him knowing the truth I guess.” Frank picked up his phone again and dialed James’ number, only to be met with the same automated voice before telling him he couldn’t complete the call. He tried again, and again, tried different numbers, the country club’s number, even his wife’s number but nothing! Everything was disconnected? “No…that can’t be right…are they all ignoring me?” Dialing the store number he was looking at before he heard the familiar automated recording and hung up. “It’s not them? It’s me….Cindy!” Like a flash he remembered her mentioning how easy it was to hack his phone, somehow she had hacked his phone and somehow fixed it so he could only call the office? “Why? Just so I’d know she did it?” He’d deal with that later, he took his phone and found his friend James’ number and dialed it in on the hotel phone. Again he heard the same message, “How the hell?” Again he called the front desk.

“Ridgefort inn, good afternoon.”

“Uh, yes this is Frank Devlin again…I am trying to make a call and your phone doesn’t appear to be working.”

“Is it a local call?”

“No. It’s to a friend in New York.”

“Oh, I’m afraid our room phones are not capable of long distance calling.”

“That’s idiotic. What if someone needs to make a call back home?”

“Most of our guests have cell phones, sir.”

Frank sighed, “Fine then, does the phone at the front desk make long distance calls?”

“Sorry, guests are not allowed to use the hotel’s phone.”

“Now see here-” Click. The clerk had immediately hung up on the rude Frank. He of course had been lying about the front desk phone.

Grumbling Frank took stock of his options, he could sit in his room naked and starve…or he could once again wear one of the dresses and find a payphone of course he realized he didn’t even have change for that option, so he would have to either ask a random stranger while dressed like a very ugly prostitute or hope some store would allow him the use of their phone.

Taking up the leopard print dress he chose the one that had the most coverage and found the discarded red panties from the night before, not bothering with a bra or garter belt and stockings this time. Frank took a look at himself in the mirror, it was very clear that he was a man in a dress. He sighed and picked up the short blonde wig and affixed it to his head. It doesn’t do much for my face, he thought, but at least from a distance it’s not as obvious. Since whoever broke into his room also stole his shoes he had no choice but to search the vicious bag and find the other pairs of heels. The leopard print heels were so…gaudy, even to Frank, who knew next to nothing about women’s fashion, but if he wore the red heels he would definitely stand out more since they simply did not match and he lost the black ones during last night’s escape. Having no choice he wore the gaudy leopard print shoes to match the equally gaudy leopard print midi dress.

Grabbing his phone and room key, he called the office one more time, Cindy was still in some mysterious meeting, he adjusted the wig in the mirror before taking long slow breaths and walked out of the door carefully, quietly. Hugging the walls as much as possible Frank kept his head down and took small quick steps, any longer than immediately in front of his foot resulted in him losing his balance. Out of the corner of his eye, under the blonde wig, he saw a few guests in the small diner/bar area eating their lunches and the desk clerk watching him intently. His face burned with humiliation as he imagined what the man must be thinking seeing his unsightly appearance. As he was about to reach the door he heard the desk clerk shout “Have a good day Mr.Devlin!” Eyes wide as dinner plates, Frank bolted through the door when he saw the other guests turn to see to whom the clerk was referring.

Frank stumbled out the door, swearing he would have that man’s job once he got back home. Being in a nearly perpetual summer state the miami streets and sidewalks were crowded as he knew they unfortunately would be, but he knew that had he waited until nightfall it would be ten times worse. Walking the streets with his head held low and his eyes on his phone searching for the nearest store he could hear the snickering of teens and children as they walked by, and more than a few nasty comments such as, “what a freak.” “Who’s he fooling?” “thought hookers only worked nights?” “City’s overrun with drag queens and fairy’s I swear to god.” Frank wanted to scream at the fools that this wasn’t his doing but that would attract too much attention. All he could do is silently take the insults he knew he didn’t deserve.

Entering the first of many stores Frank begged a young female cashier to use the store phone, “I have an emergency and I need to use your phone.”

“Sorry, store policy; employees only.”

“I can pay you.”

“If you got money why don’t you use a payphone?”

“I don’t have it on me!”

“Why don’t you have it on you?”

“My wallet was stolen.”

“Then how would you pay me?”

“I would get money and come back and pay you, obviously.” People like this airhead thought they deserved higher pay when they’re this stupid?

“Yeah, I’m sure you would, sir. But if you’re not buying something then you should look elsewhere.”

“Moron!” Frank swore as he was turning away.

“Sideshow freak.” She swore back.

This same scene repeated itself three more times, in a gas station, hotel lobby, and book store. Frank was desperate, in pain from the uncomfortable heels, and out of options. For the first time since his father died twenty years ago Frank was on the verge of tears as he dropped on a park bench his head in his hands, his legs wide open in a most unladylike manner. Was he trapped in this hell? Was he so evil that he didn’t deserve any salvation? Was God punishing him for his sinful life? Would he be- “God!” Frank shouted and looked to his phone and found the nearest church.

Frank hurried as quickly as his unsteady feet would allow him to move. It took twenty minutes of painful and awkward semi-running to reach the church but he made it, and prayed that there was someone inside. Testing the door he was immediately greeted by the gentle coolness of the air conditioned church. Carefully walking inside, his heels clicking and clacking on the stonelike floor, the stained-glass saints staring down at him in judgement.  Frank found the priest sweeping at the far end of the row of pews. “Father?” Frank attempted to sound somewhat feminine, “Please. I need your help.”

The Father set the broom against the wall, "How can I help you, my child?"

"Father, I have no place else to turn. I've been through hell in the last twenty-four hours. I’ve been assaulted,” He thought back to the man who forcefully kissed him, “someone broke into my room and stole my clothes and worst of all my wallet! Please, can I just use your phone? I can pay you for it after I get some money. I swear."

"No need to repay, child, come into my office."

"Thank you so much, Father!"

The priest smiled, “God asks of us to help all who need it in a multitude of ways.”

In the office Frank found James’ number and dialed it impatiently into the church phone. After three stressful rings the phone was finally picked up. “James?”

“Frank?”

“Thank God, look I don’t have a lot of time to explain but I need you to wire me some money. I can pay you back when I get back to the office.”

“Get back? Where are you?”

“Miami.”

“What the hell are you doing in Miami?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Sure I can send you some money, but didn’t you quit yesterday?”

“What?!”

“Yeah you sent out a company wide email stating you didn’t want to live a lie any longer and you resigned. It’s been the talk of the building for the last two days.”

“I didn’t quit?!” Frank slowly sat in one of two seats that sat in front of the priest’s desk for guests or private conversations. “That bitch.” The Father raised an eyebrow, “Sorry, Father. Look, I’ll straighten that out. Priority one, I need you to send me some money.”

The priest cleared his throat, “Pardon me, but if you don’t have your wallet this means you don’t have your ID, and as far as I’m aware one is required to receive a money transfer.”

“You’re right…” Frank thought for a second, “Father, could you do me one more favor?”

“You lost your wallet?”

“Stolen!” Frank said bitterly, “But yes.”

“How were you planning on getting back?”

“...I hadn’t thought that far. I need clothes.”

“Clo-what the hell happened?!”

“It’s complicated….do you still have access to the corporate jet?”

“Yeah?”

“If you come to Miami and take me through the gate I will tell you everything. But I need money first.”

“I can send you the money easily enough but-”

“Not me, the priest.”

“Right the priest, but I could get in big trouble for using the jet.”

“No one will find out, it’s not like the first time we used the jet to take a day vacation.”

James fell silent for a moment, “Okay. But this better be one hell of a story.”

An hour later, Frank walked out of a clothing store in his familiar dress pants, button up shirt, and men's shoes. Nothing too classy, just something quick he could get for five hundred dollars. Thankfully his driver was still waiting to take him to the airport. The driver had took every opportunity to look at the strangely dressed Frank when he first picked him up, trying to determine what the joke was, and now that he had changed he still took those opportunities. He hadn't been told anything when he was hired for the rush job and typically he didn't ask questions about these types of jobs but…he was curious. "Fun weekend?"

"Not exactly."  Was all the strange man would say.

Once at the airport Frank didn't have to wait long for James to arrive. Frank felt how men stranded on desert islands must feel when they finally see a ship approaching. "Thank God!" Frank smiled and shook his friend's hand.

"Yeah, look, the plane needs to refuel so let's get some lunch and you can tell me this epic tale. I told my secretary I was meeting a client."

"That's good, I'm starving anyway."

So the two had a New York strip steak for lunch and a beer while Frank told James all that transpired the last two days. Almost all of it, he left out the clearly gay Finnley who forced himself onto him.

James paid with his corporate card and the pair returned to the plane. "So what are you going to do about Cindy?"

"I'm going to have her fired and arrested and whatever else I can come up with. She’ll be working in a brothel by the end of the month, let her know you don’t fuck with Frank Devlin.”

The return trip was short but it felt like hours to Frank who spent the entire time imagining different ways to destroy his would-be blackmailer. By the time they arrived in New York it was well after dark. So James hired a car to take Frank and James back to their homes.

Usually when Frank returned home from a trip or work his wife was either asleep or in the study reading. That night however, she met Frank at the door with an Envelope in hand. “Frank. Is there anything you want to tell me?” Linda was once a dark haired beauty with beautiful grayish-blue eyes. Her once lithe figure had changed over the years, she now had added on an extra fifty pounds. Her raven hair had started graying and lines had slowly appeared around her eyes.

“...nothing in particular.”

“Nothing?” She opened the envelope in her hand and retrieved a glossy photograph of Frank in his blonde wig and black cocktail dress in the middle of passionately kissing Finnley. Or at least that's how it appeared from the angle of the carefully selected photograph.

"That's not me." He tried. And failed. Taking out a second photo, this one was a selfie Frank had sent Cindy of him blowing a kiss at the camera. Since he wore no makeup it was unmistakably Frank Devlin. "It's not what it looks like."

"No?" Another photo, Frank in his leopard print dress and matching heels, "Because it looks like you lied about your trip so you could play dress up with your boyfriend." Linda threw the envelope at Frank and stormed off.

"That's not at all what I did."

"Then why are you kissing him?! You went to some disgusting motel to hook up with some random man?!"

"No!"

Linda stopped just at their bedroom door. "My goodness! What if he had the aids?! You could have given me aids!"

"I don't have aids!"

"How do you know?! How long have you been sleeping with random men?"

"Never! I haven't slept with any men ever!"

"Is this why you have your own account?!"

"Wh…how do you know about that?!"

"The bank called to ask about suspicious activity on your account. The one you've had for five years now!" She lifted a suitcase out of the closet and threw it onto the bed.

"That's not what I have it for."

"Then what?! If not to have an affair then what?!"

"It's a safety net in case-"

"In case what?"

"It was something my lawyer suggested to me a few years ago in case of divorce." It was another lie but something he knew other men in his position did.

"Divorce? You're worried about me when you have been cheating on me for years?!" Linda's rage overloaded and she collapsed on the bed in sobs. Frank stood over his wife, he wanted to continue denying the lie but the truth wouldn't be any more comforting to her. "Linda…I never meant to hurt you."

"You certainly succeeded anyway." She cried. "Just leave me alone. I can't look at you right now." Frank nodded and walked out of the master bedroom and shut the door behind him. He walked down the long hallway, his leather shoes echoing in the silence until he opened the door to the guest room and shut himself inside.

The next morning Cindy finally called him back, "Frank." He could hear the cocky smile in her tone, "I see you're back from vacation."

Frank sat up in bed angrily, "You bitch! I don't know what you're trying to pull-"

"You already know what I'm doing."

"Yeah? Well for blackmail to work you have to have something to hold over the person's head."

"Oh I have plenty. More now. Your wife may know about your little trust in Florida but I doubt you told Mr.Watson when he came to pick you up yesterday."

"How do you know about that?"

"Secretaries talk, Frank." She let the silence hang in the air a moment before continuing, "Speaking of, I heard the funniest story about you and your friend James. Apparently this was not the first time you two took the company jet for a joyride." She laughed, "Isn't that funny? Because that is certainly a fireable offense. Well not for you since you already resigned."

"So I've heard. How did you do that?"

"Now, now, a magician doesn't reveal all her secrets. Now you may be thinking there's nothing left to hold over on you and you'll leave your little boyfriend twisting in the wind. But there is still your little embezzlement. Which is not exactly hard to find once they start looking. But luckily I have the joyous task of being your replacement."

"How? You're just a secretary."

"I am so much more than that." The cherry tone had vanished, replaced by ire, "I took this job to pay for my education because unlike you I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Since working for you I have my MBA, my masters in economics and financing, and graduated summa cum laude. All of the things you would know if you actually were considering me for promotion as you claimed."

"If it's money you want I can give you money."

"No. You really can't. Seems your wife has full control of your account. But you do have money in your secret account don't you?"

"She can't have…yes I have money in that account."

"Problem is, I don't want money. I actually have a pretty good salary now. Yours." His secretary, former secretary, now had a six figure salary while he didn't even have a job. "And yes I do suppose you could live off of that for a little while, until the SEC comes calling."

"Then what do you want if not money?"

"Why, Francine, I would have thought you would have worked that out by now."

"What, you want me to dress up like a woman again?"

"No. As I said before, being a woman is no punishment. But you will definitely have a change of wardrobe. I was looking through your selfies when I was printing them out for your wife and noticed you didn't shave like you were told."

"Yes I did."

"You shaved your face. But sweetie, you know a preening queen like you loves to be totally free of body hair. So I suggest you buy a new razor or some wax and get busy getting rid of that icky body hair later. But first we need to discuss what you're going to tell your wife."

"Leave her out of this! She's been through enough."

"Oh I agree she's been through enough with you. But unfortunately you still have to talk to her. And you will leave your phone on so I can hear. Do you still have that little Bluetooth you had me buy six months ago?"

"...yes?"

"Good. You're going to wear that in your ear as well and if you don't say what I tell you sincerely I will put in a call to the SEC after I fax your photos to your mother."

"Fine."

"Uh uh. You know how you're supposed to speak to your goddess."

"...Yes, Mistress."

"Good sissy. Now let's go talk to your wife."

"Linda?" Frank knocked softly on the bedroom door where he had left her the night before. "Linda…can we talk?"

"What do you want, Frank?"

Frank opened the door, gently closing it behind him. "Linda," Cindy began and Frank repeated,"I just want to say none of this was your fault." Linda remained unmoving, curled around her pillow still wearing the dress from the night before. "I do love you…but…I can't say that," Frank hesitated, "Say it." Cindy whispered, after sending another picture to his phone of Finnley sticking his tongue down Frank's throat, "You're mother gets the next one.” Frank steeled himself, gritted his teeth and said, "But I just can't deny the truth anymore. I'm…I'm gay."

Linda slowly sat up but still refused to look at him, “You’re gay?”

Frank nodded and fought back the urge to throw up, “It’s…something I’ve known s-since I was a kid but….the way my parents were, I was afraid and tried to fight against it, tried to hide it...but hurting you was the last thing I ever wanted to do.”

“Then why did you marry me?”

“I love you…I thought that would be enough and maybe I…wouldn’t want anyone else.”

“But I’m not enough?”

Frank’s eyes flashed with real pain as he heard the hurt in her voice. He had cheated on her for years despite loving her and in a way he was now having the conversation he never wanted to have, just in a far worse way than he imagined.“You just…weren’t a man. It’s something I can’t hide from you anymore because it will only continue to hurt you.”

“So I’m supposed to be okay with what you did?!”

Frank shook his head, “I don’t expect you to ever forgive me, God knows I won’t forgive myself. So if you want a-a divorce I’ll understand.” What the hell was Cindy making him say?!

Linda stood and walked around the large room, her husband of twelve years was gay? Divorce?! She had grown up in a very religious household just like Frank, it’s actually why she thought he would make a good husband but he was always taking trips or working late…maybe the signs were there and she was too stupid to see them? Would God forgive her for divorcing her gay husband? “I-I don’t want a divorce.”

“You don’t?” Frank asked with genuine surprise.

“Just because you’re going to hell doesn’t mean I will join you. We took a vow before our friends, family, and God that we were to be wed.”

“So what does that mean now?”

“I think…you should move into the guest room while we figure that out.” Frank stood, reaching to comfort his wife with a hug and kiss, he was surprised she pulled away, “You don’t have to do that anymore. I’d actually prefer you didn’t, anymore.”

Miles away Cindy smiled, the rich thought they had so much power until you reminded them of all they have to lose. She wouldn’t deny she got a thrill out of manipulating her boss, her former boss, and listening to him destroy his marriage. She did feel truly sorry for Linda, but that would be something she could help with later. “Frank,” she said gently over the bluetooth, “I think you should give Linda some space.” Frank nodded and left her once again. “Now,” her stern tone had returned, “you have some errands to run anyway. You aren’t lucky enough to be a woman, but I think with some work we could make you something halfway decent.”