Blindsided 26

Arriving on the third floor, Robbie paused to catch his breath. Feeling his calf cramping up, the flustered young man ran his hand down the back of his smooth nyloned leg as the disturbing sensation of his breasts jiggling threatened to throw him off balance.

“Psst,” came a male voice, startling the skirted man. Looking to his left, Robbie saw Jimmy with his head hanging out of the men’s bathroom.

“Psst, Ruby! Over here!” he said in a hushed voice while gesturing with his hand for Robbie to come over.

Straightening up, Robbie quickly tottered over. “Jimmy!” He exclaimed in a surprised voice. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ll explain inside,” Jimmy shot back. “Come on! Quickly before someone sees us!”

“Err… I…” Robbie muttered, hesitating for a second while looking down at his slinky black dress. A crazy thought had just pooped into his feminised head, one telling him that women weren’t allowed in the men’s bathroom!

“What’s wrong?” Jimmy asked, seeing Robbie’s reluctance to enter.

“How long hath you got?” Robbie quipped, feeling stupid for his earlier thought. He had used the men’s bathroom all his life, and no matter how he may now look on the outside. On the inside, he was still a man. “Move out the way then, will ya?” he added before brushing passed the larger man standing idly in the doorway.

Stopping in the centre of the room, Robbie wasted no time slipping off his shoes, letting out a sigh of relief in the process.

“What are you doing?” Jimmy asked, pulling a confused face. “We have to be quick. I can’t be seen here with you.”

“Hey, give me a break, will ya?” Robbie barked. “Have you any idea how muth pain theth thhoeth have cauthed me tonight? no! of courthe, you don’t! I bet you wouldn’t latht thirty thecondth in heelth thith high.” The outburst left Jimmy speechless, who made an expression somewhere between a smile and a grimace.

“Oh, forget it,” Robbie frustratedly announced. “What are we doing here anyway?”

“You need to make sure James invites you back to his room later,” Jimmy blurted out.

Robbie’s full-lipped mouth fell open in shock. “What! No!” He gasped. “I can’t do that. I’ve done everything thhe’th athked, but... I can’t… thhe can’t expect me to do that.”

“You have to do it!” Jimmy forcefully said. “It’s the endgame. If you do what she wants tonight. You get your antidote, and I get my Rover back. We get to move on with our lives.”

“Thhe thaid that?" Robbie shot back.

"Yes," Jimmy replied. "Do what she wants tonight, and it's over. We'll be free. That's what you want, right?"

"Of courthe," Robbie instantly replied while sounding very emotional. "But… I can’t thleep with him, jimmy. I jutht can't!"

“And you won’t have to,” Jimmy announced, stepping forward. “We promised to look out for each other, and I intend to keep that promise. When you get him back to the room, give him this,” he added, reaching into his pocket and revealing a bag of white powder.

Confused, Robbie screwed up his face. “What ith it?” he asked, staring at the bag.

“Sleeping powder,” Jimmy confidently announced. “When Agatha told me about her plan earlier. I went out and got this. Just pop it in his drink, and he’ll be out like a light.”

“It won’t kill him, will it?” Robbie asked as he carefully took the bag from Jimmy, pinching it between the long nails of his thumb and index finger. “And where did you get thith from?”

“No, it won’t kill him and don’t worry about where I got it from. Just use it, and everything will be ok, I promise.” Jimmy said as he reached over to clasp the stem of the champagne flute in Robbie's left hand. “May I?” he asked. “My throat is as dry as the Sahara.”

“Erm… no, go ahead,” Robbie said, releasing the glass to focus all his attention on the small plastic bag in his right hand.

After downing the remaining champagne in one gulp, Jimmy smiled. “Thanks, I needed that,” he said before looking at his wrist. “Ok, you better be getting back. I’ll be outside the hotel later in case anything goes wrong. Call me later once you’ve put him to sleep, ok?” he said before turning to leave.

“Jimmy, wait!” Robbie announced.

“What is it?” Jimmy asked, looking confused as he turned back to face Robbie.

Thrusting his feminine body forward, Robbie flung his arms around Jimmy. “Thank you,” he said as he squeezed him tightly. “Thank you.”

The hug lasted a few seconds until Jimmy pulled back. “Hey, we’re in this together, remember? We just need to get through tonight, and then all this will be over, ok? He announced with a nod.

“Ok,” Robbie squeaked as he nodded back before watching Jimmy turn and leave.

Alone in the bathroom, Robbie shuffled over to the mirror to check his makeup. With no touch-ups needed, he quickly turned away from his stomach-turning reflection. “Is this really the end?” he thought as he slipped his aching feet back into his torturous shoes. “Please, let it be over."

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“Thank you for thuth a lovely evening, Jameth,” Robbie nervously said as he teetered in front of James’ room.

“Oh, no need to thank me, my dear. I’ve had a wonderful evening.” James replied. “And thank you for walking me to my door. As unconventional as it is, I appreciate the sentiment.”

“All part of the thervithe here at the grand hotel,” Robbie quipped before letting out a nervous giggle.

“Ah… yes. Of course,” James said as he grinned back. “Well, I’d love to invite you in, but I have a very important and busy day tomorrow. Perhaps we could meet up after and…”

Interrupting the older man, Robbie launched himself forward before pressing his pillowy lips into James’. It was a last resort and repulsed him to the core, but he needed to do something. He needed things to go back to normal, and tonight was his chance to end it.

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Closing his eyes, Robbie tried to imagine it was Holly he was kissing, but that was a tough sell given James’ rough chin. Suddenly he felt a hand on his left breast. It cupped his bosom, sending a shiver down his whole body before he gasped and pulled back as a finger pinched his sensitive nipple.

“Tho, what were you thaying about an early night?” Robbie said, feeling sick to his stomach but hiding his true feelings by batting his long lashes and trying to look seductive. “Thurely you have time for a nightcap?”

The right side of James’ lips curled into a smile. “Go on then, my dear,” the excited man announced as he reached down to caress Robbie’s plump backside. “There’s always time for a nightcap.”