The Afternoon Comedy Play

The Afternoon Comedy Play

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Amusing account of a hotel managers cross-dressing experience recollected during one morning at one of York's busiest hotels. George the manager is an eccentric and rather egotistical person who has more skeletons in his closet than an average crypt. When he's not flirting with the young women who work under his wing he is reminding everyone at the hotel what a man of the world he is given his past experiences. One of these experiences involves a time when he is exposed as a cross-dresser by not only his wife but also his bit on the side,as they interrupt his little private party and he ends up losing everything including his dignity.

Summary

Amusing account of a hotel managers cross-dressing experience recollected during one morning at one of York's busiest hotels.
George the manager is an eccentric and rather egotistical person who has more skeletons in his closet than an average crypt.
When he's not flirting with the young women who work under his wing he is reminding everyone at the hotel what a man of the world he is given his past experiences.
One of these experiences involves a time when he is exposed as a cross-dresser by not only his wife but also his bit on the side,as they interrupt his little private party and he ends up losing everything including his dignity.

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Submitted: November 21, 2015

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The Afternoon Comedy Play
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I'm sure most of us have at some time or another have either stayed or worked in a hotel or maybe both.

Well the latter applied to me during my early 20's,the incidents I am about to recollect an unusual  time involving a crazy General manager called George, who employed me at a hotel in the centre of York.

Nothing unusual about that then,but he did run a tight ship and his quirky but demanding and egotistical personality expected all of his staff to laugh at his jokes and indulge him with their fantasies as well as his own.

The funny thing about this manager was that he had worked at one of "New York's" most prestigious hotels in the centre of "Brooklyn".

He was forever recalling his experiences and informing the staff at our hotel how the yanks did things the proper,professional way with style and efficiency,unlike the English who did everything by the book.

He even spoke with a phoney American accent at times which would sound rather nauseous.

It was just after 10am when I had arrived at the banqueting area of the hotel,John the Duty manager is about to talk to George the General manager about how he would like the room prepared.
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General Manager- Hiya John !!!!,what's cooking?,I had something spicy with my breakfast this morning,I put some some Worcester sauce on my hotdogs,it tasted fantastic !!!!!.

Me- Oh hi George,I see we have got quite a lot on this morning,so where do you want me to start?.

General Manager- That's a good question Mike,you might have to liaise with the Duty Manager about that one,I'm off to see a lady about a frock.

Me- Sorry George you've lost me,is this lady a guest who will be attending the wedding which is booked for later on this afternoon?.

General Manager- Yes the very same one,Madeline might be getting hitched this afternoon but I've still got a few things that I need to discuss with her,about this afternoon's wedding including the arrangements for her family,friends and guests.

Me- How strange that a bride should want to oversee the arrangements on the very day she is getting married,surely her parents could deal with these matters.

General Manager- You don't know her parents,they couldn't organise a piss up in a brewery.

Me- I trust you know them quite well then.

General Manager- Well of course I do,Madeline is practically my own God daughter,although we did have a little bit of a naughty experience sometime ago,I don't want you to get the wrong idea about us.

Her father and I used to be neighbour's for almost 2 decades and during one night I was child minding Madeline even though she was 16 years of age.

That night I happened to walk in to her bedroom,whoops !!!!, bad idea so I apologised and walked out of the room.

Me- Why,what happened?.

General Manager- It's a little bit embarrassing but I saw that she and a friend of hers we're dressing up in adults clothes and shoes.

Well I decided that it might be kind of fun if I got involved,the two girls pretended to be like proper little young women, I was asked if I wanted to join in and play along with this charade.

I was 25 years of age for Pete's sake and my wife would hit the roof if she knew what I was doing,never mind her parents who were down at the local pub.

Me- Please do go on and get to the juicy part of this experience,I've got stacks of work to catch up with.

General Manager- Ok not so fast kiddo,the easiest way of describing what happened next is that when we went downstairs there were 3 little women sat on the couch,the two girls and me "a cock in a frock".

Me- Oh my!!, how on earth did they persuade you to indulge in their fantasy?,that's so funny,what happened after you sat down on the couch?.

General Manager- Well this is the really funny part,after sitting for nearly half an hour with the two teenagers having a few giggles the doorbell suddenly rang.

Whoops !!!!!,it wasn't Madeleines parents who pushed passed the two girls after one of them opened the front door,it was my wife who was standing in the front hallway.

If only you could see the expression on her face,it was a picture,safe to say she took one look at me with my red frock on and didn't know whether to laugh or cry,but worst was to follow she didn't know about dirty little affair I was having behind her back.

Me-You mean you were two timing her all of that time?.

General Manager- Well of course I was and what happened next I will remember to the day I die,my bit on the side only decided to pay me a visit only a few moments later,whoops !!!! apocalypse.

Oh look here she comes,I say Madeline do you remember that night when we all got dolled up?,it was so funny but it ended up rather tricky for me when I tried to make my way home.

Madeline- Shhhhh !!!!!! George you don't want everyone and their aunties to know about our little  secret do you?.

General Manager- Yes but Mike's a soul of discretion and a good employee,mum's the word right Mike.

Anyway I haven't finished off telling Mike what happened that night,you see my wife and the woman whom I was having an affair with both attended a "Women's institute" knitting class every Wednesday evening.

They knew each other quite well,so their eyes were like daggers drawn when they started to realise why they had arrived at the same location at the same time,the penny must have dropped with them immediately.

I was hoping that we would all have a bit of a chuckle about it together and take it like grown adults.

However the two women had different ideas as they both started to chase me around the living room.

My wife immediately went into the kitchen to fetch a rolling pin shouting "I'm going to swing for you George,just you wait until I get my hands on you".

Me- Oh my George how did you manage to fix yourself with a bed for the night?,that must have been a tricky one,I guess you could have easily changed back in to your normal clothes couldn't you?.

Madeline- Ha ha ha,you're joking Mike,he only went and locked himself out of the house by running into the garden and they were chasing him in view of all of the neighbour's,you must have looked like a little tarts handbag George.

It was so funny watching him walk down the street wearing his long red dress and a little bonnet around his face.

I heard one cheeky bloke exclaim - You'll have to do something about that hairy chest mate,it was at this point that you fell over George when one of your high heals broke ,no doubt under the heavy burden of a 16 stone man as you came crashing down on your bum.

General Manager- Ok Maddie there's no need to go in to so much graphic detail,I'm sure Mike gets the picture,we are both men of the world.

Anyway to cut a long story short my wife locked me out of our house,I could hardly go to work in the morning dressed up like a dame now could I?.

Having slept on a local park bench near to our home,a dog walker woke me up,suffice to say that I lost my job,my marriage and my reputation in a few small hours of stupidity.

Me- Oh well thanks for sharing your amusing experiences with me,it's really made my day,I've never laughed so much in ages.

I had better be getting on with a few tasks now,crikey I don't even know where to begin.

General Manager- Pssssss !!!!! Maddie you don't think Mike will say anything to the staff here do you?.

Madeline- Hell no,hey Georgie babes have we got time for a quick one?

General Manager- Maddie what are you suggesting,ok make mine a double.

Madeline- Oh you trouser snake,I'll just see if "The Gimcrack Room" is available for our bit of hanky panky.

Duty Manager- George has the carvery been set up for this evening's buffet and what's Mike up to?,I haven't seen him in ages,has he walked out on his job?.

General Manager- Oh no sir he's just fixing a few things and running a few errands for the bride and her bridesmaids,he's always so busy that lad,don't you think?.

Madeline- Come on George,I've found a spare empty room on the second floor where we can have a bit of fun and frolics for the last time before I'm a married woman,are you coming honey?.

General Manager- Oh you've made me blush,the last one in bed is a sissy.

Madeline- Oh I do like it when you get all fruity with me sweetie pie,now come to momma,oh no shhhhh !!!! did you hear something George,oh shit I forgot to lock the door,who's that?.

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The door suddenly swings open and stepping out of the shadows is Madeleine's mother and the groom,both look at each other with shock and disbelief.

The scene unfolds where a few not so nice home truths are revealed as we leave the bride's mother and groom to indulge in a few spontaneous outbursts of anger after today's event has unfolded.

This was just an ordinary account of a day at "The Grange Hotel" in York.



THE END






 


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