My room is on the fourteenth floor overlooking the East Side of the spread out city. I carefully hang my clothing in the closet, placing the empty suitcase against the wall. I open the second case and remove a business like brown suit and the auburn wig. I take a hot shower and, with great care I makes up his face, slipping into the fine silk panties and bra. I feel my soft skin as I put on the suit, rubbing the stockings to make sure that the seams are straight. Looking in the mirror I put on the wig.

"Damn, I'm good looking", I whisper as I close the suitcase and leave the room. I take the elevator to the Mezzanine and go to the check in counter. "Mary Wright", I tells the clerk, handing the young man a credit card. "I have reservations."

"Yes, Ms. Wright", he answers. "Will you be staying alone?"

"Not if I can help it", Mary answers, smiling at the boy who is blushing. "Who knows, you may get lucky",

"I ... I ... I don't ..."

"That's all right. I'm just joking. I'll be staying alone.", I answer laughing as the young man rings for a bell man. Turning down the offer for help, since I only have one small bag, I take the elevator to the fifth floor. I exit, going to the room and carefully hanging the contents of my bag in the closet . I place my makeup in the bathroom, being careful to create and appearance of use should the maid service enter when I'm not there. Finished, I leave the room and exit the hotel, flagging a cab. "Where's a good place for a drink? The market just closed and I need a good one."

"A stock broker", he asks.

"Yes! I'm staying here from out of town interviewing for a new position. A guy in the hotel suggested a place called Dano's. Do you know where that is? Is it good?"

"If you like cops it is all right. It's just about three blocks North."

"Drive me there. I'm tired. Maybe, I can walk back."

"I wouldn't after dark. It's not the best place for a lovely lady to be out alone.

"Thanks", I answer, leaning back in the uncomfortable and dirty seat. It is a short but busy ride up Broadway and we arrive at Dano's in about five minutes. The ride is three dollars and I pay, giving the guy a five-buck tip. "Thanks for the lift."

As the cab pulls away I enters Dano's. Calling it a restaurant is an overstatement as there is a small seating area off to the side and a large bar with a number of booths. The decor is red on red. The brass buttons on the barstools and well-worn and dented brass covers the bar. I take a seat near the end, ordering a very dry Manhattan. The bartender makes the drink, to my approval, and serves the frosty glass, pushing a bowl of salted peanuts in front of me.

"No, thank you", I say, placing a twenty-dollar bill on the counter and pushing the peanuts aside.

"First drink is on the house", the guy says, smiling as he stands in front of her.

"No, I'll pay. I might play, but not for a drink."

"Be careful in here lady, This is a cops bar. Don't get caught hustling."

"I'm not a hooker, young man", I say arrogantly. "I'm just thirsty and tired. Where's the ladies room?"

"Back in the restaurant", he says, pointing through the passageway decorated with red satin curtains. I leave my drink and saunter through the opening to find the sign reading ... Hookers. Next to the woman's restroom is a door with a sign reading ... Pimps. I laugh, thinking that I'll be a pimp in a couple of hours. Entering the ladies room I fix her make-up, straighten her skirt and puts on some more perfume. When I return to the bar there is a man sitting in the next stool.

"Excuse me", I say, slipping past the guy and sliding onto the stool, crossing my legs so that he can get a quick look at my trim thighs.

"You from LA, lady", he asks putting his hand out. I take his large palm in mine, giving him a dainty handshake.

"No, I'm from Phoenix. I came out for an interview and some relaxation. As she spoke she noticed the bartender pointing at his stomach and shaking his hand. She looked down and saw the bulge of a concealed gun. "And you, sir?"

"I'm from here."

"What do you do?"

"Didn't anyone tell you that this is a cop bar. I'm a cop ... Lieutenant."

"And I'm a hooker. At least that is what I read on the door to the rest room."

The man laughs, offering to buy me a drink as I finish the one that I have. I brush him off as I pick up my purse and leave. "Must not be many female cops in town", I think as the men watch me as I leave.

I walk back to the hotel as it is just after four in the afternoon. The area is certainly not where a nice lady would want to be late at night, but during the day it wasn't too bad. At the hotel I go to the desk and ask the same young man for my key.

"Y ... Yes, Ms Wright", the boy stammers, handing her the key. I smile, motioning the clerk to come closer.

"You can call me Mary if you want."

"That's ... O ... OK ... Ms. Wright. I'm on work.

"Maybe after work, sweetie", I respond, winking as I move back, straightening my bra and suit jacket.

The young man smiles openly at the invitation.

I take the elevator to the fifth floor, exit and walk up the fire stairs to the sixth floor. Taking another elevator to the fourteenth I exit alone. I walk casually around the circular building and, noticing no one present, enters my room. Quickly I remove my clothes and take a shower, carefully washing away any traces of Mary.

Exiting the bathroom as Rudy, I take the woman's clothes and fold them nicely, placing them into a box as if they were a present to his wife. She just happens to be a size eight also. I lie down, dialing room service and telling them that I want a wake up call at six. Promptly, I fall asleep.

The phone rings at five-thirty. I am upset and answer gruffly.

"This is Bill. Thought we could meet at seven-thirty. I'm on a hot one", he says.

"Fine", I answer, hanging up the phone. "Hot my ass", I think, knowing that Bill is playing kid games with some suspected pervert. Punctually at six, room service rings and I finally get up. I draw a hot bath with fragrance bubbles. I love a bath when I am Rudy. As Mary, or his other ladies, they like showers.

Leaning back in the hot bubbles I raise his right leg and rest it on the edge of the tub. Taking shaving cream I lathers my soft skin before taking his razor and slowly removing any trace of stubble that has grown in the last few days. I love to shave and. as I continue with the pleasure, my penis grows, the head sticking out of the bubbles. As my right hand guides the razor up my leg, the fingers of his left hand surround my small stiff member. My penis, enlarged, is the length of my fist but the excitement of my touch is not diminished by the size. The head tingles as my palm swiftly rubs the soap over the tender tip, raising goose bumps on my arms. As I finish shaving my leg, my feet push against the end of the short tub as a small amount of semen oozes from the tender head as the final culmination of my orgasm.

I closes my eyes in warm pleasure before I shave his other leg, my arms, underarms and removes the small trace of black hair on my chest. I linger in the tub, planning my week of installing and testing the server cluster. At six-thirty I finish dressing in my standard black suit, striped tie and such. I have a few minutes so I take the elevator to the revolving lounge on the top floor. When the waitress comes and I order a Black Label and water tall.

It takes about half an hour for the room to make a full revolution and I finish one drink before leaving. Bill is waiting in the lobby and we exit into an unmarked police car. Bill is wearing a pair of slacks, a sport shirt and a leather jacket with a noticeable pistol bulge under his arm. Maybe not obvious to the casual observer but very much evident to me.

"How goes the search", I ask as Bill as he squeezes behind the wheel.

"Too many out there. It's like the haystack and needle, except that I'm the needle and they're the haystack. I've never seen such an abundance of perverts, and it's getting worse. Last week I got some guy shifting around so fast you would think he was in a jet. It seem that the technology is leaving us behind.

"Not starting tomorrow. We'll give you the upper hand", I say smiling.

"Yeah", Bill replies. "Fuck the perverts, let's have a good steak. You do eat steaks?"

"Sure do! I like mine big and rare."

"That's the way I like 'em. We should get along."

"We will, Bill. We will."