Room Service

10. Checking Out

Mike celebrated the satisfactory conclusion to his first visit to India in the hotel dining room, by eyeing up the waiters’ backsides as he munched his cereal, gobbled up a freshly cooked omelette and drank his “English Breakfast” tea accompanied by a round of toast. 

He’d arranged for Ashok to drive him to the airport early so he and would have time to explore the shops at the terminal and enjoy the facilities in the airline’s “Executive Lounge” before boarding his flight home.

So far, the stills and video footage he had taken of Rajan remained unwatched but, just like the unspent Indian cash which had helped him obtain them, it was burning a hole in his pocket. He could hardly wait to discover what images he had captured of the young waiter’s humiliation and wank-off over them!

As he was travelling “Business Class” he realised he wouldn’t need to hold off until he got home to see them, but would be able to spice up his return journey by viewing them unobserved by others and then wank off over the raunchiest bits in the solitude of the plane’s executive toilet facilities whilst the other passengers slept.

As he did his packing, and attempted to squeeze in the gifts and souvenirs he’d bought into his already crammed suitcase, he set his laptop the task of up copying his video footage of Rajan from the camera’s SD disk onto the memory stick he’d bought to back-up his files.

He had just finished both tasks and was about to call down to reception to send up a porter to help him with his luggage, when there was a ring on his room doorbell followed by a knock on the door. Thinking it must be Rajan, he extracted the memory stick from his computer to hand over to him, only to discover a different Indian youngster beaming at him when he opened his door.

“Minibar!” he exclaimed, adding, “I need to check its contents before you check out, sir,” by way of explanation.

“If only I had more time left!” Mike thought to himself wistfully, returning the lad’s smile with a lascivious grin, as he invited him to come in, then eying up his rear as he crossed the room to open up the fridge and take note of what needed replacing.

“Can you ask reception to send up a porter to help me with my luggage so I can check out please?” he asked him, as he was about to leave.

“Certainly sir!” he replied courteously with a professional smile, leaving Mike to add the laptop and his camera to the rest of his hand luggage and zip it closed in readiness for his departure. 

In case he saw Rajan along the way, he slid the memory stick into his trouser pocket, though why he should give it to him, when he couldn’t be bothered to collect it, he didn’t know! But he hadn’t wasted his time completely, he consoled himself, as it was always good to have a back-up copy of what were by far his most precious Indian videos, especially as he hadn’t had the time to transfer them onto his laptop as yet, thinking he could do that on the plane.

As they shared the lift, he checked-out the cute porter who had wheeled his check-in luggage from his room for him and again regretted not adding a few more days in Mumbai to his schedule before returning home. When they arrived at the front desk, he awarded the guy a miserly 10 Rupee tip, as now he was leaving what was the point giving him any more? He also turned down his offer to find him a cab by saying his driver would be picking him up shortly and then joined the queue waiting to check out.

As he stood in the lobby, impatiently listening to the grievances of his fellow guests and disputes over their bills, he glimpsed around for any sign of Rajan, wondering how he would give him the memory stick without raising any suspicions in this very public location. 

But by the time he reached the head of the line, the youngster had still not appeared, so he concluded there would be no embarrassing farewell to worry about after all. However, far from checking out being the formality he’d been expecting, when the desk clerk looked up his details on her computer, she claimed that both the cost of his accommodation, as well as the hefty room service and mini-bar bills he’d been expecting, remained unpaid.

“Are you sure?” Mike protested, “Nobody said anything was amiss when I checked in!” At all the other hotels he had stayed at the accommodation had been pre-paid by his employer without a hitch.

“I’m afraid no payment has been received,” she murmured, looking at the screen before her in confirmation.

“Would you like to discuss this matter with the manager?” she offered, as the impasse continued and she saw the queue lengthening as more and more guests arrived at the desk in a hurry to leave.

“Yes, I certainly would!” replied Mike getting annoyed, thankful that he’d had the foresight to leave plenty of time to get to the airport!

“Would it be alright if I took payment on your credit card for the bills you’re not disputing?” she suggested, “Then once this matter is sorted out, you’ll be ready to go?”

“I suppose so!” Mike replied sullenly, still unhappy.

After providing him with a receipt for the payment, the clerk gave a nod to the same porter and asked him to escort Mike to the manager’s office along with his luggage and hastily moved on to serve the next customer.

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Mike found himself being ushered into a nearby room by the porter, where he was greeted by a tall, smartly dressed, middle-aged guy who introduced himself to him as Vinesh Chowdry, but to his surprise, informed him that he was not the hotel’s manager but its head of security.

He informed Mike politely that there was actually no problem with his hotel bill after all and that this had just been a ruse to enable him to discuss a “delicate matter” with him confidentially without being overheard by the other guests. 

“I have received a complaint from a junior member of the hotel staff regarding yourself, which I’d like to discuss with you before you leave. This is a serious matter which requires investigation as it could lead to criminal charges being brought against you, if it were reported to the authorities.”

“Shit!” thought Mike, his relief at there being no problem with his bill instantly replaced by the much greater anxiety that he might end up in custody in an Indian jail! However, he was wise enough not to second guess what the guy was about to say to him until he had explained himself further.

In the meantime, he considered his options for fleeing, but noticed the porter had not left, as he’d first thought, but was lingering outside the plate glass office door like a sentry. Besides which, he could hardly run off carting two pieces of luggage, one of which was incredibly heavy.

“A member of our room service team was discovered in some distress earlier this morning banging at your room door, sir, whilst stripped completely naked! Upon questioning, he admitted that he had spent the night with you and had been ejected without his clothes, on the assumption that his uniform would be hanging outside in a laundry bag. Unfortunately, for the two of you, it had been collected by housekeeping half an hour earlier.”

“Although the employee concerned assures me the sex he had with you was consensual, by propositioning him, entering into a wager with him and not confining your sexual activities to your room, you appear to have broken not only several of the hotel’s rules but a number of Indian laws into the bargain!”

“The member of staff concerned also claims that you have taken a large number of revealing photographs and videos of him without his permission which will corroborate his account of events!”

Since he knew the last part of this accusation to be untrue, Mike was tempted to deny it immediately but realised it would imply he was guilty of the other things he was accused of. So again, he opted to keep shtum. Which turned out to be the right decision.

“When this matter was brought to my attention, I sought to independently confirm the staff member’s assertions and scanned the footage from the CCTV cameras we have positioned around the pool for safety reasons. They confirm that you were indeed there, having sex with him, at around 4.30am this morning!”

Realising all the guy had to do was open up his hand luggage and check out the contents of the camera to confirm Rajan’s story, Mike saw there was little point him denying any of it. But the last thing he wanted was for his employer to find out what he had been up to on his first trip abroad, in a hotel paid for by the company. Any scandal that might sully the firm’s reputation that became public knowledge would almost certainly result in him being fired!

He slumped down into the chair that had been offered to him on his arrival, feeling completely deflated. It looked like his first visit to India was not going to end in triumph after all, but in disaster! All because he had insisted on pushing things too far with Rajan and indulging his love of sex in risky public places!

“So, how do I get this problem to go away?” he muttered with a deflated sigh, divining that parting with money was likely to be his only way of catching his plane home as planned.

In response, Vinesh’s tone changed noticeably and he became more candid. It was clear he had already worked out a solution to his problem that would be to their mutual advantage.

“The deal is you hand over all the cash you offered Rajan for me to give to him… along with the camera with the pics of him on it and any copies you have of the videos …  and both he and the hotel will pretend nothing untoward ever happened…”

“Okay, that seems fair enough!” Mike agreed almost immediately, thinking he’d got off lightly. But for Rajan’s bad luck, he’d not have held onto the cash in any case, and he’d certainly had his money’s worth out of the young waiter as far as sex was concerned! He’d also still got the copy of the videos he’d taken of him on the memory stick safely tucked away in his pocket.

“Though I very much welcome your admission that you have acted improperly and your willingness to make amends. I have yet to stipulate my own requirements with regard to this matter, sir,” he grinned ironically.

“Oh!” Mike grimaced, expecting a demand for money, “And what might they be?”

“In addition to financially recompensing the member of staff involved, you will also need to compensate myself, as head of hotel security and a former member of the Indian Police Service, to set my principles to one side and permit this breech of the law to go unreported.”

“But I have no more cash on me!” Mike replied. “Unless I can pay you hush money on my credit card!” he added bitterly.

“Happily, I am open to receiving payment in kind, sir,” Vinesh assured him, stepping forward so his crotch was positioned directly opposite Mike’s face and drawing down the zipper of his trousers to reveal his cock tenting out the front of his underwear.

“Take out my dick and start sucking it!” he demanded.

Only at this point did Mike realise that this was the older guy Rajan had described as his “uncle” – the one who had got him the job at the hotel and had fucked him on a regular basis ever since he had arrived from his village. The one who had spotted the handsome youngster’s sexual inclinations and trained him up as his sex slave!

Realising that sucking his dick, however unhygienic it might turn out to be, was a comparatively small price to pay for a misdemeanour that threatened to end his career, Mike didn’t hesitate for long before obediently freeing the former policeman’s burgeoning brown cock from his pants and wrapping his lips around its uncircumcised head.

At that moment, he was willing to contemplate most things sex-wise, so long as it didn’t mean he would miss his plane back to dear old Blighty or lead to his employer finding out about his sexual indiscretions! Plus, although he was a good ten years older, the guy was big in all senses of the word and pretty handsome too, in a macho, threatening sort of way…

“There’s a good boy!” a delighted Vinesh cooed, pressing down on the top of his head with the palm of his hand to encourage him to take his shaft ever deeper, gobsmacked that the businessman had put up so little resistance to complying with his outlandish demand.

Despite them being in the hotel manager’s office and just a stone’s throw from the hotel’s busy front desk, once Mike had mastered sucking the guy’s mammoth dick the way he liked it, the triumphant security chief reached down to tear apart the front of his shirt without pausing to unfasten any of its buttons.

Maybe he conducts strip-searches in here on a regular basis, Mike mused, as the security chief set about upping his love rival’s humiliation still further by grabbing hold of his nipples and tweaking their reddened tips as he sucked. 

The young waiter must have told his “uncle” every last detail of what the two of them had got up to the night before, he began to realise, as his tormentor twisted his tits menacingly between his fingertips as though he were turning up a dial. 

Unable to prevent his body from responding, Mike upped the pace and depth of his sucking in response, only for a contemptuous Vinesh to sink his fingernails into his soft pink flesh so forcefully that he was instantly wracked by the most excruciating pain.

“Now you’re going to hand over the memory stick with Rajan’s pictures on it!” he demanded, easing the pressure on his tits slightly to encourage him to comply.

Desperate to avoid any further pain, with his mouth still wrapped around Vinesh’s dick, Mike hurriedly rifled through his trouser pocket with his right hand and rendered up his only copy of the precious pics he had spent so much time and effort recording the night before. 

However, at that moment there was a knock on the door from the porter, who then opened it a crack to speak to his boss in words he couldn’t understand. 

Maybe the manager was heading back to his office, Mike speculated, as Vinesh hastily extracted his cock from his mouth, slid the memory stick into his pocket and brought his interrogation to an abrupt end.

To be continued...