Transformation of Mr. Price – Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Transformation of Mr. Price – Chapter 1

... pressed in plenty of time for your meeting and if you want I have a service that can provide whatever else you need in personal items yet tonight.” I was shocked that she could handle all of this at a late hour and accepted her offer for the suit clean and press and asked her to contact her other source as I really need a fresh shirt, underwear, and toiletries. She gave me y room key and rang for the bellman, “Take our Mr. Price to his room on the eleventh floor, and make sure he has whatever he needs to make him comfortable,” she said. Once in my room I flopped down on the bed wishing I was as ready for the meeting as I wanted to be, my presentation was safe in my briefcase but my appearance had me worried. I heard a knock on the door and opened it to find a short Asian man waiting for me, “Suit,” he said in broken English, “I clean and press tonight sir.” He smiled and I let him in. “I’ll be a minute,” I said as I stepped into the bathroom and took off my suit and put on a hotel robe. I came out and handed it over thanking him for his prompt attention and then asked, “Are you taking this suit out of the hotel or…” I did not get a chance to finish, “No sir, I clean here in hotel, it is safe with me,” and he turned and left as quickly as he had arrived. “Well at least I don’t need to worry that my suit will go astray like my bags,” I mumbled as I closed the door and turned back to my room. Maranda had really selected quite a room, it was a suite with plenty of room and all ...

... the amenities that made it feel more like home than a hotel. I pulled the curtains open and had a great view of the city, the skyline was impressive and although I was high above the noise of the street, I was low enough to enjoy the sights of Chinatown. I had always enjoyed Asian culture and in the Midwest we rarely can enjoy more than an Americanized Chinese meal. Now here I was right in the heart of one of the oldest Asian cultures in this country, I planned to enjoy it! There was another knock on the door and I answered it, this time it was a very old Asian woman, she was so old I wondered why she was out and about this late. “Hello,” she said in flawless English, “My name is Ah Lam, the desk clerk has asked me to help you in any way that I can to prepare you for your meeting tomorrow morning. Of what service may I be?” She asked with a very wrinkled, but warm smile. I handed her a list of toiletries I had made while waiting and listed the clothing I needed. “If you can’t find the brands I have listed feel free to substitute Ms. Lam,” I said, and thanked her for her help. “No worries, but Ah Lam is my first name, my surname is Zhao, it is an easy mistake to make,” Ah Lam said and before leaving the room said she would have a package here for me within an hour, “If you plan to be asl**p I will ask the Bellman to let me in so the package will be here when you wake if that meets with your approval.” “I would appreciate that, and offered a tip” I said. “No, No, Mr. Price, no ...