Room Service

1. The Wager

"Warning: No gambling of any sort are permitted in the hotel premises and the management will not be responsible for the consequences arising thereof." 

It had been the inclusion of the specific prohibition of gambling, in addition to the usual rules and regulations displayed on the inside of his hotel room door, that had given Mike the idea.

He ushered the waiter into the room and swiftly closed the door behind him. 

It was the one he'd been hoping for. 

In anticipation of his arrival, Mike had cleared his laptop from his desk and placed a thick bundle of Rupee notes on it where the waiter couldn't fail to notice them as he unloaded his tray, along with an unopened pack of playing cards. 

Not daring to move them aside, he nervously placed the dishes of food around both cash and cards as though they were a decorative centrepiece.

As he did so, Mike's eyes were drawn to the boy’s ass, the fine shape of which was revealed through his tight uniform trousers as he bent over to perform his duties. 

With any luck, he’d be fucking that before the day was over!

"You like to gamble?" Mike asked, as he took his seat at the makeshift dining table.

"Sir?" the waiter responded with a quizzical glance through his fringe of black hair as he put the cutlery in place at either side of his plate.

"You a gambling man?" Mike asked, rephrasing his question, guessing the waiter’s English might not be that good, "Are you willing to take a risk to win yourself some money?"

The waiter finished setting out the food and stood facing his customer with the tray tucked beneath his arm and the folder containing the room service bill in his hand. 

Before passing it to him, he pushed the hair back from his forehead to reveal his hooded brown eyes, allowing Mike to catch a waft of his scent.

“Would sir wish to pay for the meal now or charge it to his room?” he enquired in a strong Indian accent.

The businessman turned his attention to the contents of the folder and raised a questioning eyebrow as he studied the check before replying to the waiter’s question.

"You see that bundle of notes on the table? Hand it to me!” he instructed, even though they were well within his reach.

The waiter happily obliged and pasted an obsequious smile across his handsome face, clearly intended to illicit a tip.

Adding “sir!” for good measure, as he handed him the cash. 

As the waiter watched, Mike picked up the pen nestling inside the folder and signed for the meal to be charged to his room, only to then peel away a couple of high denomination Rupee notes from the bundle and lay them seductively side by side inside it before closing it shut.

“That’s your tip!” he added by way of explanation, handing it back to the open-mouthed waiter, fully aware that he had given him a gratuity far in excess of the cost of the meal.

So startled was he by the size of the tip, that his professional smile vanished and was replaced by a look more akin to genuine gratitude.

“Thank you, sir!” the waiter replied in acknowledgement of his customer’s generosity, bowing his head as he took the folder back from him. 

Thinking their earlier conversation had been abandoned, he set down the salver and added, “Just leave the dishes outside on the tray once you are finished, sir, and they will be collected later.”

“Hold on a moment!” Mike called out, wafting the bundle of notes beneath his nose as the waiter turned away to make his exit.

“If you were willing to take a gamble,” he added in a lowered voice, “you could be taking away the rest of this bundle as well.”

“You interested?"

"What game is it you are wanting to play, sir?" the waiter enquired, suddenly a lot more attentive to what his guest was saying.

“Oh, nothing too tricky – a simple cut of the cards. You get a higher card than me and you win the whole lot!"

"But what is to happen if you get the higher card sir?" he enquired intelligently.

"If you were a business traveller, my friend, you’d appreciate how lonely it can be staying in a hotel room in a foreign country when you are travelling alone,” Mike explained.

“So, if I were to cut the highest card, I’d expect you to give me the pleasure of your company for a couple of hours after you’ve finished work this evening, so we can get to know each other better…” 

He paused to make sure he still had the waiter’s attention before spelling out the true nature of his proposition.  

“Given the amount of money involved, I’d also expect you to provide that little extra special room service that only a handsome young man, such as yourself, can offer a lonesome guest.”

To make things absolutely clear, he raised his hand to the waiter’s face and gently stroked his cheek. 

“You get my meaning?” 

The waiter swallowed hard and his face flushed almost instantly. But he didn’t step away. 

Instead, he directed his gaze to the floor seemingly paralysed by indecision.

Mike hesitated, had he pushed things too far, too soon? Maybe he should have talked with him a little longer to put him at his ease before popping the question? But if he hadn’t, he’d probably be out the door by now!

The boy had appeared to return his interest when he had cruised him in the lobby on his arrival at the hotel. And every time their paths had crossed since then, in the lift, or in the hallway when he was delivering food, he had greeted him with smiles, which he had interpreted as flirting.

But perhaps he smiled like that at every guest? Was he a straight boy eager to get on or a gay one with a liking for older white guys?

He had hoped the latter! Preferably one worldly enough to realise that dating hotel guests was one of the perks of his job – so long as he was discrete about it!

Mike didn’t want to cause either of them unnecessary embarrassment if he was barking up the wrong tree, but when the boy made no move to leave, his confidence that his assumption had been accurate, grew.

“Maybe this would be a good time to introduce ourselves?” he proposed, setting the bundle of notes back down on the table beside his food. 

“My name’s Mike,” he added, holding out his hand for the waiter to shake and was rewarded by him offering him his slender fingers in return.

"My name is Rajan, sir!" came a mumbled response from deep down on the boy’s chest.

Mike clasped the lad’s right hand tightly in his own and risked using his left one to lift up his chin so that he could look him squarely in the face.

He’d not been wrong about him after all! And what was more, close up, the boy looked positively stunning!

Although he called him a boy, he must have been in his early twenties but he still had the slim body of an adolescent and only traces of facial hair around his chin and upper lip.

"Nice to meet you, Rajan," he replied, awarding the Indian lad a reassuring smile, before sweeping his quiff upwards to prevent it from obscuring his features and placing a kiss on his downy cheek.

“Give me another one of those gorgeous smiles of yours!” he added, when the lad stood before him tongue-tied, clearly uncertain how he should respond. 

The tension broken by the compliment, Rajan’s anxious expression was quickly replaced by a grin, encouraging Mike to explain his proposition further.

“That’s better!” he added, finally letting go of the boy’s hand.

“It’s not every guy I’d give the opportunity I’m offering you, Rajan.  And I doubt you’ll get another like it anytime soon!” he added, catching a glimpse of the boy’s nipples protruding seductively through the fabric of his white cotton shirt made virtually transparent by perspiration.

“You see, I like to gamble - I like the excitement - especially when the stakes are high!” he continued, underscoring his point by casually reaching out to fondle one of the waiter’s tits.

Taken by surprise, Rajan let out a little gasp but did nothing to prevent his admirer from moving on to tweak the other one as he continued to talk.

“But I notice it says on this list of rules pinned to the door, that it’s not allowed. So, the bet would have to be kept secret, just between the two of us,” Mike continued, perfectly aware what he had in mind for Rajan was almost certainly not permitted either – but opted not to mention that!

As he glanced downwards and proceeded to unfasten two of the buttons at the front of the lad’s shirt, to enable him to reach inside and sample the softness of the boy’s flesh unhindered, Mike noticed the outline of the lad’s cock was already protruding from the front of his tight-fitting pants.

“Judging by the state of your dick, it looks like this wager could be win-win as far as you’re concerned!” the older man chuckled, “A couple of hours of fun for both of us, plus the chance of winning a shed load of money thrown in for good measure!”

After having spotted the waiter’s erection, Mike became bolder still and lowered his arm to gently massage his swollen member with his fingertips as he talked.

“So, what’s your answer Rajan? Yea or nay?”

When the waiter lapsed into silence, Mike grew bolder still and made a move to pull down his zipper so he could reach inside his pants, only for the youngster to stay his hand.

Reluctant to take no for an answer, when things had been going so well, Mike broke off from fondling the Indian lad’s genitals and picked up the bundle of rupee notes instead.

“Here you are - count ‘em!” he added thrusting them into his hand, in a last-ditch attempt to persuade him to go along with his proposal, “Let’s make sure we’re clear about the sort of money we're talking about here!” 

After heaving a sigh, the waiter grudgingly thumbed through the bankroll, dropping a few notes on the floor as he did so, inadvertently giving Mike the opportunity to ogle his ass a second time as he bent over to pick them up.

There were several weeks wages here! 

“There’s a fifty-fifty chance you get all that for nothing!” Mike drove home, “And even if you lose… Well, I’m not that bad looking a guy, am I?” 

Mike gave Rajan his most reassuring of smiles and followed it up with a cheeky wink. 

“You are very handsome, sir!” the waiter replied diplomatically, whilst waving his head from side to side. 

Then he handed him back the roll of notes.

"What would I have to do if I were to lose?" he enquired.

"Think of it as strip poker – except all in one go!” Mike chuckled, “Your stake would be the clothes you're wearing. If you lost you’d have to take ‘em off and hand them over to me.”

“To get ‘em back, you’d have to carry out a few favours for me, sex wise, over the next couple of hours."

"Would you want to fuck me?" Rajan asked bluntly.

"That would certainly be on the cards!” Mike replied chuckling at his pun, “Along with one or two other things!”

“But not to worry, I always use condoms for sex, so you’d have nothing to worry about on that score!" he added reassuringly.

He then risked laying a few more cards on the table in advance of their possible tryst, on the basis that, if you didn’t ask, you didn’t get!

“I’d also want you to pose for a few pics to remind me of the great time I had on my visit to India!” he chuckled, “For me to enjoy when I get back to England.”

“I promise I’ll keep them to myself afterwards,” Mike added, aware that meeting this additional demand could easily be a deal breaker.

After having absorbed these additional pieces of information, Rajan turned towards the door and opened the latch.

"I’m sorry, I will have to go now sir!” he stuttered, “They will be missing me in the kitchen! And your meal will be getting cold, also!” 

After which the slim waiter slid out into the corridor and closed the door behind him, leaving Mike to dine alone.

To be continued...