It Was Such A Cheesy Line

It was such a cheesy line.

It was such a cheesy line.  And it was all bullshit too. If the hotel manager knew he was pulling this, Mike would find himself fired in a heartbeat.  But, Mike figured he was careful enough.  He figured he had gotten good enough at reading the guests who checked in.  And being the hotel’s front desk receptionist on the weeknights, he got to check in every guest.  And he always did what research online about each guest he could before they showed up.

The ones who reserved their rooms online but then wanted to pay in cash when they arrived were always the guys he tried reading more closely.  Paying in cash like that could mean they wanted no transaction record on their credit card bills.  That they wanted "discretion" above all else.  And when he saw the few of them that were trying to “read” him as well?  Then he knew he might’ve found some potentials there.

Thus when “visitors” started arriving for those particular guests, Mike checked them out real closely too.  Oh, it was all in the name of ensuring the “safety and security of our hotel patrons” and all that.  But he had learned real good to look for the signs of these visitors being sissies like himself.  Femme boys or CDs who were meeting their “daddy” at the hotel for some “discrete encounter” away from prying eyes.

It was always a risky thing going up to the rooms of such men.  He could be completely wrong and have utterly missed reading them.  The men could be complete closet cases who were terrified of their secret lives being know.  Or they just might’ve wanted their privacy and not found Mike’s appearance at their door to be worth accepting.

He always made sure to keep his little cock in a cage when he’d try to present himself to such a guest.  The whole risk thing turned him on so much that if his sissy stick was out loose he’d be tenting his panties something bad.  They still wound up a soggy mess from his leaking so much even by just the first knocking on their door.

Sometimes he’d guessed right but the daddy or top or master had just got done fucking his sissy and was “down for the count.”  Some times they were about to check out themselves - ahead of the nights they’d paid for - and were already half-way out the door when Mike got there.  Sometimes he’d guessed right but he just wasn’t to their particular taste.  Too young, too old, not gurlish enough, too trashy, not trashy enough, too white, too eager.  It was very much a personal taste thing even if he’d read them right and everything else was otherwise perfect.

But on those rare occassions... On those rare daddies that he’d read right, weren’t too spent from fucking the brains out of the last sissy boy to visit them, and that found Mike attractive enough?  Oh daddy!  Those were the best times!

Mike wound up walking funny after providing himself as room service for those men.  Walking funny, with a really sore sissy ass and his jaw would hurt oh so nicely too!  That and some of those daddies or masters had to punish Mike for being so "intrusive" or "pushy."  It was one way to keep himself from trying to sit down too much while at the front desk - his sissy ass would be beet red from that “punishment!”

This latest guest Mike thought he had "read" the right way was wearing just a bathrobe when he'd opened the door at Mike's knocking.  From the bulge growing and poking out of the man's bathrobe, it looked to Mike that he’d read him just right!  And that the man had just stepped out of the shower meant he was all nice and clean to get nice and dirty with his new sissy boy!

Some days, Mike really enjoyed his job!