Glory finds a confused woman who didn't realize she was actually a hooker and helps her out. If you want to use anything please ask first.
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IN A HOTEL ROOM ON THE STRIP IN VEGAS
Glory lay back with a big smile as she took a pull on her cigarette. Her customer lay in bed next to her with a huge grin on his face and several lipstick smears on his neck. He was twisted around in a pile of bedding and his cock hung limply, dripping little drops of cum onto the sheets. He had not been very skilled, but had been very energetic and that had made the sex fairly enjoyable.
"Well now dear, that should do. I don't think you will be waking up anytime soon so I'll just clean up and be on my way." Glory said in her sultry voice as she scooted over to the side of the bed and pulled off her thigh boots and stockings. She always tried to fuck in the boots as they gave her a wonderful feeling of power, and this man had loved them. Most men seemed to and she was usually able to make her customers see things her way after she gave them some special attention.
She took a nice shower, dried off and started to get dressed when the man stumbled in. He nuzzled her neck and shoved a wad of cash into her hand. "Thanks doll. That was the most amazing fuck I have ever had. My buddy was right about you; your skills match your name Glory."
"Oh, you flatterer! You weren't so bad yourself. Very energetic, and I think now you have some new tricks up your sleeve." She said as she raised her head a bit to allow him to kiss her bare shoulders and neck. She curled her arm up and around his head and she whispered in his ear "I've got some time before my next trick, care to have some more fun?"
The man obviously thought about it and Glory thought she would have him reeled in when his cell phone rang. He glanced down at it and then did a startled double take.
"OH SHIT! My wife is coming up now! Oh FUCK!" The man went sheet white and grabbed Glory by the arm. He looked around and began to panic. He grabbed Glory's large handbag and her boots and shoved them into her hands. "Hurry! I've got to get you out of here before..."
A knock on the door sounded and Glory sighed as the man nearly fainted. Obviously the poor soul was going to have a heart attack unless she did something. She took the man by the arm and led him to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, and pushed him into it.
"Rinse yourself off, get your hair wet, and give it a minute. Then put on the robe here, and answer the door. Say you didn't hear the knock. I'll take care of this mess." Glory said and quickly turned around. She quickly made up the bed, dumped the cigarette in the toilet and gathered her things. She looked around and then giggled when she realized she would have to hide under the bed. It was a king sized and she was able to slip underneath it barely.
The man turned off the water and she heard him move to the door and open it. She heard some muffled voices and then a very clear woman's voice when they moved into the bedroom.
"Don't you give me that; I can smell the alcohol on your breath! Trying to sober up likely as not. I swear, I should have listened to mother and married Jonathon Smyth instead. He at least wasn't such a disappointment in life." The woman said.
"Now that is unfair and cruel Delores. I have been successful! I am a doctor with an established practice and..." the man started but his wife cut him off.
Glory tisked silently to herself as the woman gave him a stern talking to, going over what she perceived as his many faults and his very few virtues. "This woman is certainly not being very far to this nice man. He held the door for me, was a perfect gentleman, asked nicely to fuck me in the ass, and tipped me. He certainly doesn't deserve all of this poor treatment."
After a long argument, the man gave a loud sigh and Glory heard him dressing. "I'm going out for a drink. I need to clear my head and not be around you for a while. I was hoping we could maybe have a nice week here in Las Vegas together while we both attended our conventions but I see I was mistaken. I had tickets for "The Producers" tonight, if you are interested still after this call me by 6pm. Otherwise I'll go by myself. Good day dear."
Glory heard the woman give a stern sniff and she heard the door close. She listened carefully as the woman puttered around a bit and then she heard the shower start. There was a faint knock and Glory heard the woman answer the door and then heard the sounds of a cart being pushed in. The woman thanked someone and then Glory heard the door to the bathroom close with a click.
Glory, being a professional knew now was the time and quickly eased out from under the bed. She swiftly moved into the main room of the suite and headed for the door. But right beside the couch was a serving tray on wheels with a pot of tea and some fruit and crackers.
Glory paused. And after a moment of hesitation she smiled. She quickly dug into her bag and pulled out a small bag and poured it into the tea pot. She stirred it and sniffed. "Ah, a hint of fruit. Just perfect." She said and slipped out the door.
In the hallway, she glanced around. She was still not fully dressed, but a simply splendid idea had formed in her head and she quickly called one of the bellboys who aided her in getting in and out of the hotel without notice.
Glory's last customer had a large suite on one of the top floors of a major casino resort on the strip. It was in a corner and the only way out was the emergency stairs (which would alarm if you opened the door), the freight/room service elevator, or the regular elevators in the center. But unlike the next floor up, these suites had linking doors between suites. Apparently this floor had been regular rooms but had been redone. But for whatever reason the doors remained. Glory had thought it tacky and unrefined but now she was thankful.
The bellboy moved quickly down the hallway from the freight elevator after a moment. Glory smiled and leaned close. "I need to finish dressing, let me into this suite and I'll come down on my own. I have a full length coat so it won't be a problem."
The bellboy looked very nervous, but she smiled at him and ran her red fingernail down his chest. "Please? I'll make it up to you in a way you will just adore..." she whispered and the man gulped and nodded. He pulled out his master key and let her in.
Glory giggled a bit. The room was occupied but no one was in at the moment. She was sure of this as the noise they had been making would have certainly gotten some attention. She finished dressing and then moved up to the linking door. She opened her door and listened carefully. She could faintly hear water running and after a bit it shut off. She heard some very faint footsteps and then a clatter that sounded like someone bumping the room service cart.
Glory smiled and leaned back against the door frame. It wouldn't be long now.
Glory had once been a regular middle-aged stay at home upper-middle class housewife, married to a brilliant scientist. That had changed when she had accidentally drunk some chemically altered tea with her bridge club friends one afternoon. The tea had completely changed her body, giving the late fortyish woman a body of a 21 year old Playboy centerfold, and her mind. She had lost any and all inhibitions and under the tea's influence she had realized that she really wanted to put her hot looks to work as a hooker. Her friends had joined her and they had started work that same day. Her loving husband, Big Roger, had some tea and was now their pimp. She simply adored her new life as a whore and sleazy trollop, loving the dirty looks men gave her faux leather clad body as she strutted the street, the feel of the night breeze on her underwear free pussy, and the click-clack of her high heeled boots as she swayed her fine ass up and down trolling for Johns.
Big Roger had been in business for only a month or so, but his reputation was already big. His four whores were considered the TOP hookers in all of Vegas. Glory most of the time didn't even have to walk the streets anymore, she was usually booked solid for most of her waking hours. But she still did stroll the red light district as she just adored the feeling of all those horny men staring at her awesome tits and her perfect ass.
Big Roger still had a lot of that tea left. He had done some experimenting with it. To make it work you had to drink it heated. He had tried to change other women by having them smoke it, snort it, even inject it, but only drinking it would work. He had given every one of his four whores a small bag of the tea "Just in case", but Glory and the others hadn't used it yet.
Until now.
Glory waited about ten more minutes and then with a big smile she knocked on the door.
She heard some movement and then a muffled voice called out "Yes? Can I help you?" through the door.
Glory noted with a smile that the voice was much younger sounding and even a bit sultry in comparison to the woman's voice earlier. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but my phone isn't working and I need to call down to the front desk to arrange a ride to the airport. Can I use yours?"
After a moment the woman opened the door. Glory smiled at her. The woman gave Glory a somewhat startled look and then a sly appraising one. She came to herself with a start though and said "Oh, sorry, I'm rather distracted suddenly, please come in. The phone is over there."
"Oh thank you. You are such a dear helping out like this. I dropped my cell phone the other day and broke it and of course then realized the hotel phone was out of order. Things just seem to add up quickly sometimes don't they?" Glory said as she strutted in.
Glory could feel the woman's eyes checking her out as she slowly swayed over towards the phone. Glory's reddish brown hair was in a beehive pile with some ringlets hanging down in front of her ears. Her perfect body was encased in a Selene faux leather lingerie dress which fit snugly and exposed her tits and lots of skin while showcasing her hot ass. This was offset by her black latex thigh boots and her large rose tattoo on her left upper arm. She carried her leather biker jacket and her large purse and put them down on the couch.
Glory looked back and smiled as the woman flushed. The woman was white, had sandy blonde going grey hair down to her shoulders and a decent body. But Glory could see she was already well along in the change. Her hair was growing longer as she watched and was lightening to a Platinum Blonde, her blue eyes were becoming even darker blue and her skin was taking on a light tan. Her chest was also thrusting out quite nicely.
