Penthouse Plaything (Futa on Male)

By Jordan Bailey

Despite an awesome new job, cute uniform, and an easy paycheck, Colby is stuck in a rut. But when a world famous Trans model books a few nights at the prestigious Beaumont Hotel where he works, the young, panty-wearing bellhop finds himself all the thrills he was looking for...
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Contains elements of Futanari on Male

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jordan Bailey
• Release date: Sep 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005530105

Jordan Bailey

Jordan Bailey is a transwoman originally from England who now lives quietly in the United States. Her hobbies include writing, movies and playing with her dogs. Lover of anime, manga and animals, she primarily writes about Futanari, or 'Dickgirl' women and crossdressing. She also enjoys weaving tales about effeminate young men, a.k.a. 'femboys', transwomen and other transgender themes!To get updates, send feedback, or anything else, follow her on Reddit @ BaileyJordanOfficial

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Penthouse Plaything

by Jordan Bailey

This ebook is for 18+ adults ONLY. It contains explicit, graphic details of sexual acts and language that may be considered offensive by some readers.

All characters engaged in sexual activity are consenting, non-related adults over the age of 18.

Copyright © 2022 author Jordan Bailey. All rights reserved.

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Colby drummed his fingertips against the marble counter, surveying the gaudy yet extravagant features of the hotel lobby.

Melissa, his co-worker and fellow concierge, peered up from her desk. With a hiss, she grumbled, I'm going to bite your nails off if you don’t stop that.

He glared at her mockingly, I'll just report you to H.R. You think I’d get workman’s comp?

Hey, I got you this job, she snapped. Don't think I won't get you fired.

Sorry, Colby said, repositioning himself on the stool and clasping his hands together to keep them from fidgeting. I'm just bored.

Melissa laughed, Told ya to bring a book or something.

Ugh… Colby groaned, slumping face down onto the counter, defeated.

He huffed the air out of his lungs, trying to cool himself off. Yet as he did, he felt a thick drop of sweat slither down his smooth chest. The tickling bead was a swift reminder of how hot it was in the lobby that was their veritable prison.

When he first got his bellhop uniform at the prestiges Hotel Beaumont, he thought it was cute. The entire ensemble consisted of a wool suit coat, tight black pants and a red bowtie, complete with a little matching cap. He looked, as he frequently described it, as a sexy little red velvet cupcake!

Colby was so into his new look over the last few weeks that his social media sites were plastered with selfies. Each and every one of them showing off his mop of tousled blonde curls, slender body, and obviously, his plump posterior. Said selfied were seemingly always followed by his friends commenting, "We know, Colby. You have an ass!"

It was true, and the uniform was only doing it favors. Most importantly, and perhaps why he liked the outfit so much, was that his favorite thong matched. And he wore it underneath, everyday to work.

But now it was summer, and the wool was stifling, and he wondered whether it was possible to be