DANNY Chapter 31 by Roberta J. Cabot This is a story about Daniel, a guy with a unique talent and an even more unique problem: A great singing voice and the looks of his gorgeous sister. And how he and his family deal with his having breasts. And how he ends up as the female lead singer for a high-schoo cover band as well as a radio DJ. When they decided to go down to have some dinner at the hotel restaurant, some of the hotel staff made the connection between him and the singer in the band, Unlimited Bandwidth. He and Nikki protested that it was a case of mistaken identity, but the girls who recognized him still insisted on autographs and pictures. Oh, well. Never a dull moment with Batch Fourteen, and Dan & his gang.

 
Chapter Thirty-One:  Morning After

***** (Danny) *****

Yes, I did end up wearing and modelling all the nighties and negligees that Nikki brought that night. How could I say no to her?

Besides, it really got her hot and bothered when I wore her sexy lingerie.

Needless to say, we did it several more times that night, and once more in the morning. I was game for more but Nikki said she was getting too sore, and that there were no more sheets for the bed.

I never knew sex could be so messy. In the movies, it wasn't like this. Maybe I was doing it wrong or something. I mean, we went through five bedsheets! All that was in the room's linen closet!

We did it one last time, though, while we were in the shower. At least it minimized on the mess. But because she said she felt sore, I decided on an… alternative. Some guys I know said they don't do it since it was gross. I don't think so. And it was still fun for me, but, of course, it was more fun for her. Heheh.

Afterwards, though, a grateful, though tired-sounding Nikki noted a problem, and it would hardly be possible for us to leave the hotel with me in this… state. So Nikki reciprocated.

At least we were in the tub so it was easier to clean up.

So after cleaning up again, I rinsed down the tub yet again. As for the bedclothes - before sleeping last night, Nikki rinsed all the sheets we soiled and wrung them out by hand. Squeezing them only removed the water so much, so they were still quite damp. So we just folded them up while only semi-dry, and left them in the bathroom for housekeeping.

Trying to be helpful, I tried looking for any used condoms but I couldn't find any. For example, I distinctly remembered Nikki leaving one by the tub, but it wasn't there.

So I looked inside the trashcans, and I couldn't find any of the condoms we used. Maybe Nikki flushed them down the toilet or something, so that there wouldn't be anything embarrassing left for housekeeping to see.

I also took down our now-dry clothes from last night that Nikki had rinsed out, and Nikki put them away.

As before, Nikki picked out our outfits for this morning. She seemed to have prepared for everything. But the tight miniskirt she was intending for me to wear was too… form-fitting, and couldn't properly hide you-know-who. We therefore reverted to the pouf skirt from last night. She had me pair it with an off-white cotton-spandex sleeveless (and backless) top but with a full front, a mock turtleneck collar and stiletto heels over white, ankle-high bobby socks with a satin trim, ala-Madonna from the early nineties. With the backless top, I couldn't wear a bra, but the top had a built-in bralette. Anyway, I was lookin' pretty smokin' hot, if I do say so myself heehee.

Nikki, of course, picked a new outfit for herself, too, this time a sleek, three-fourth-sleeve powder-blue bodysuit paired with one of our school's letterman jackets and black slim-fit jeans (which were actually jeggings) and her "school-friendly" platforms. We were both at least three inches taller than normal when we stepped out of the room, and looking quite older and more sophisticated.

Walking to the elevator, someone wolf-whistled at me. I looked back but couldn't identify which of the handful of guests that were in the hallway whistled. I shrugged to myself and just ushered Nikki into the elevator.

Nikki said part of the reservation was complimentary breakfast. So I was in a hurry to go. We left our packed-up stuff up in the room and proceeded to the dining area. We easily found seats in the semi-empty room and were promptly served by friendly hotel people, all of them smiling and very friendly, indeed, especially the male wait-staff. My initial confidence in my sexy attire evaporated a bit in the face of all this attention, but I tried to be nonchalant. Although my back and shoulders started to get cold.

The waiter who first served us said that they had our breakfasts upgraded to a Gold Reservation at no charge, which meant we could order anything from the ala carte menu, or go to the buffet line. But Nikki said, since we already had our "continental" breakfasts on the table, we should just stick to the ala carte menu.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I ordered some extra servings of everything for myself, and got each of us extra drinks. I knew Nikki liked smoothies so I got her a mango breakfast smoothie, and a strawberry-banana one for me.

Most of the servers served us ahead of the other customers, which made the other patrons wonder who we were, but I made a point of saying to the waiters that we were fine, and they should take care of their other customers, so there was a sudden flurry of people going to the kitchen and bringing drinks and other things to the other guests.

I heard one of the diners at a nearby table ask the waiter who we were.

"The girl over there," the waiter pointed to us, "is an up-and-coming singer, ma'am. She came out on TV last week."

"Well, they're definitely more than pretty enough to be on TV," the nice old lady said very loudly. She was probably a little hard-of-hearing. "Which one is the singer?"

"The redhead, ma'am."

"Oh! She's quite pretty, especially in that outfit."

With my ears burning, I waved that waiter over.

The waiter excused himself and went over to us.

"Yes, miss?" he asked.

"What have you been telling the guests? Who do you think we are, anyway?"

"Well, ma'am, aren't you Dannie from that group Unlimited Bandwidth? The one featured on the TV show on KRPX?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint, but I'm not that girl."

The waiter was surprised. "You're not? But…"

"I'm sorry."

"But…"

"Seriously - I'm really not."

"Ummm, okay…"

"Please do tell that nice lady that you were mistaken. I wouldn't want her to get the wrong impression."

"But, miss…"

"Please. I'm really not her."

His eyes flew open, thinking he finally understood what I was saying. "Ahh! Gotcha!" He gave me a big wink. Oh, no… I don't know if I made it worse.

He went back over to the other table and he had a short whispered chat with the old lady.

"Oh, that's a shame," the lady said very loudly. "And I was so hoping that we'd get to meet a celebrity."

She looked at me and smiled.

I looked at her and smiled a disappointed kind of smile, and gave her a shrug.

She nodded and waved at me.

"That's all right, dear," she called to us, and nodded. "It's not your fault. You and your friend are quite lovely, and should be on TV."

I smiled at her and mouthed "thank you."

She gave us a final wave, and then continued enjoying her early breakfast with her friends.

I guess the word started to spread in the dining room, and even those who didn't notice us actually took notice. And I didn't know if what we told the waiter was helpful. Oh, well.

We just continued with our breakfast like everything was normal.

Nikki was busy on her phone and I asked what she was doing.

"I'm looking for any mention of us in any of my news feeds, the social media platforms, and I'm using the usual search engines..."

"Google?"

"And Bing, and et cetera."

"And?"

"And, so far, nuthin.' Looks like Jennifer and the other girls from last night haven't posted anything yet."

"That won't last."

Nikki shrugged. "You never know."

She continued surfing, so I decided to surf as well, but first, I texted Danielle that she and Betsy were on their own getting to school this morning.

"I knew that already," she texted back. "That's why I'm going to be riding with Betsy in her limo today." And then she followed it up with a tongue-sticking-out emoji.

I laughed and showed the text to Nikki.

"Well," she sighed, "at least she has a ride today. Which reminds me, are you done? We need to go, or else we'll be late for school."

I nodded and had a final few bites. "Just about."

"'Kay. I'll get the bill already."

She signaled a waiter and asked for our bill. Now that we've told everyone we weren't celebrities, the complimentary upgrade was probably not going to be honored, but the waiter went -

"Oh, no need, miss," the waiter said. "It's part of your hotel reservation."

"But we're not…"

He chuckled. "Of course, miss," he said, and gave us a wink. "You're not."

Nikki and I sighed.

"Will you be staying with us a while more, or will you be checking out?" he asked.

"We'll be checking out," Nikki said. "We have a bus to catch."

"Will you ladies be needing a car to bring you to the station?"

"Ah, no need. We… borrowed her brother's car so we'll be okay."

"Very good, miss."

We got up and went back to our room.

We did a final sweep of the room to make sure we didn't forget anything. I found one of the teddies I wore last night on the bed under the bedclothes (the only ones that survived us lol).

Nikki grabbed the teddy from me, and hurriedly stuffed it into the larger bag without opening its zipper all the way.

"Ummm, Nikki?"

"Heehee, sorry, honey. That's where I stuffed all the dirty clothes."

I chuckled. "Okay." I gave her a kiss, grabbed the bag she just stuffed the teddy into, and started for the elevator, leaving the smaller wheelie for her.

We stepped out of the elevator arm-in-arm and started walking to the front desk.

Most of the staff seemed to be out and they all greeted us "good morning" as we walked up to the front desk.

"Hey, Jennifer!" Nikki said. "It's us again."

"Yes, miss," she giggled, "it's you. So did you and Dannie have a good stay?"

"Very restful." Nikki didn't bother to check the bill and just handed over our room's keycard and her AmEx card, and Jennifer processed it.

After a few moments, she handed over our receipt and Nikki's card back.

"That's it, then," Jennifer said. "You're all set. Would you need a transfer to the bus station? It's no charge…"

"Ah, no need," I said, and brought out my car keys.

One of the people hanging around, presumably the hotel valet, zoomed up and grabbed the keys from my fingers.

"I'll take care of your car, miss!" he said, and fairly ran out the front doors.

Jennifer gave me an embarrassed kind of look, and shrugged.

"Guess Sid's had too much coffee this morning," Jennifer said. "heheheheh…"

"Well, then," I said, "I guess we'll go out and wait for Sid."

"Thank you for choosing Holiday Inn!" Jennifer said. "We hope we'll see you again soon!"

I waved goodbye to her and the other people, grabbed Nikki's hand, grabbed my wheelie, and started walking to the front doors.

When Sid arrived with my 'stang, I jammed the two wheelie bags in the footwell between the back seats and the back of the front seats since they wouldn't fit in the boot with my overnighter. Sid politely turned down my twenty dollar tip so I just smiled my thanks and drove away.

"Can you believe all this?" I said to Nikki. "If this is fame, give me anonymity any day."

"Well…" Nikki said, "you wanna hear something interesting?"

"Like what?"

"You know those pictures Jennifer and Sylvia took last night?"

"Yeah?"

"Well," she giggled, "I noticed they blew up one of them, and hung the picture over the front desk along with other celebrity pictures already hanging there."

"What!"

to be continued...

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