Room Service

3. A Gentleman’s Agreement

“Get in here!” Mike directed, as the waiter began to panic, reaching out to grab hold of his erect cock and drag him inside by it.

After closing the door shut behind them, he led the relieved-looking Indian into the bathroom before finally loosening his grip.

“Help yourself to shampoo and shower gel! There’s a spare towel on the rack you can use to dry yourself with afterwards.” 

“There’s also a toothbrush provided by the hotel you can use!” he added as an afterthought, keen to have the lad as pristine as possible for his deflowerment following his day-long toils.

“Give me a shout when you’re done!”

“Oh, and what would you like to drink? There’s beer, cola…”

“A beer would be great, sir!” Rajan interrupted enthusiastically.

“Okay! There’s a spare bathrobe in there you can put on when you’re done!” 

“Unless you’d prefer to play cards jack naked!” he added, hinting at the option that he preferred.

As he heard Rajan turn on the shower and begin to wash, his elated host served himself another whiskey from the minibar to celebrate then sat down in one of the plush armchairs, extracted his stiff dick from his, still open, fly and resumed where he had left off before the youngster had arrived.

Although having the waiter remove all his clothes on his arrival had spoiled the fun he might have obtained from having him strip more slowly, he comforted himself that at least this way round he’d secured something exciting to wank-off over later, should he lose their wager and the lad opted to leave immediately afterwards.

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“Come over here and take a seat!" Mike urged Rajan when the shy Indian lad put his head around the bathroom door ten minutes later, after surreptitiously tucking his manhood back inside his pants. 

When he emerged fully, Mike was disappointed to discover he’d opted to drape himself in the cavernous white bathrobe. Though as he walked barefoot across the thick carpet toward him, noted its brightness contrasted deliciously with the deep brown of his face and slender limbs. His neatly combed, jet-black hair, still glistening with water, also met with his wholehearted approval.

“Here’s the beer you asked for!” Mike added, quickly extracting a bottle of Kingfisher from the fridge and removing its cap, only to have it fall to the floor and roll beneath the coffee table.

“I’ll get it!” the waiter volunteered instinctively, and got down on his knees to retrieve it, inadvertently presenting his upturned buttocks for his host to admire as he did so.

Aroused by the sight of the Indian sprawled on the floor at his feet, on impulse, Mike set down the bottle on top of the fridge and placed his legs astride the crouching lad’s back. 

“I’ve got it!” the youngster called out moments later, but when he attempted to get up, he found himself trapped between the older man’s legs. 

“I prefer you without the robe!” Mike chortled by way of explanation, seizing the collar of the loose-fitting garment as soon as the lad’s head was clear of the table and wrenching it back over his shoulders.

Although taken by surprise by the horseplay, Rajan yielded to his host’s superior strength and permitted him to drag off the rest of the robe to render him fully naked once more, save for the bottle top secured in his right palm!

“Sorry, about that!” Mike apologised half-heartedly with a grin on his face, stepping back to allow the lad to get to his feet, but tossing the bathrobe beyond his reach so he wouldn’t be able to put it back on, “I just couldn’t resist!” 

“You’re such a handsome devil, I guess I got carried away! Must have had a few too many drinks while I was waiting for you to turn up!”

“No, it is I who should apologise, sir, for keeping you waiting for so long!” Rajan insisted, meekly handing over the bottle top and shaking his head from side to side as though to shrug off the compliment.

Grateful to have got away with his prank, Mike handed Rajan the empty glass to hold and proceeded to fill it to the brim with beer.

“Cheers!” he said once he was done, chinking his own glass up against that of the naked waiter’s.

“Cheers!” Rajan replied politely, before gulping down a long first draught of his lager.

After taking the smallest of sip of his whiskey, Mike stood back so he could take in the lad’s whole body but found his gaze immediately drawn to his groin, where he discovered his previously limp dick had begun to swell rapidly.

“Turn around!” he demanded. 

The waiter obeyed.

Made bolder by his co-operation, once his back was turned, Mike stepped forward to run his free hand over the curves of his backside with the intension of getting his cock to stiffen further. 

“I appreciate that wasn’t much of a greeting I gave you!” said Mike whispered contritely over his shoulder when the youngster raised no objection to him fondling his ass, “So I hope you’ll give me the chance to make up for it later…” 

The youngster kept on drinking but couldn’t prevent his cock from thickening as his intoxicated host proceeded to exploit his nakedness still further by parting his buttocks with his fingers and using one of them to locate his hole.

“I was wondering about our wager….” Rajan responded, anxious that the incentive Mike had given him to turn up and risk getting fucked by him, was not forgotten before he took things any further.

"You’re right, given how late it is, I guess we’d best get down to business!" Mike conceded, unable to resist making one more barbed comment about the waiter’s tardiness, “Plus, I have to check-out of my room first thing!”

At least the lad’s guilt about his lateness had got him a lot more fun than he’d expected in advance of their bet taking place. But, if he were to lose it, this could easily be the finale of his evening’s entertainment.

“Okay you sit down over there!” he added, reluctantly removing his finger from the lad’s backside and giving it a sniff before directing the naked youngster to sit on the sofa at the opposite side of the coffee table to himself.

Rajan obediently set his, now half empty glass, down in front of him and tentatively placed his bare brown butt on the plumped-up cushions of the couch, whilst Mike retrieved the wad of bank notes and handed it over for him to count a second time. 

He meanwhile, removed the cellophane wrap from the unopened pack of cards he’d had the foresight to bring with him on his trip.

“Would you care to shuffle them?” he asked after removing the two jokers, “Or are you happy for me to do it?” 

“You do it, sir.” Rajan replied trustingly, still busy totting up how many thousands of Rupees he’d been presented with.

"Money okay?" Mike asked, taking the wad of cash back from his of his opponent’s hands once he was done.

"Yes, very much so sir!" the waiter replied with a grin.

“Great! Cut the cards!” he added in a more business-like fashion, placing the pack he had just shuffled in front of his opponent. 

Plainly confused by this gambling ritual, Rajan cut the pack and, rather than placing it alongside the other half for the dealer to collate, held up the bottom card for Mike and himself to view.

“No, no, we haven’t got to the bet yet!” explained Mike, secretly relieved, as Rajan had up-ended the king of spades! “The first cut is just to make sure the dealer has no idea where any of the cards are located in the pack!” 

After demonstrating what he meant, shuffling the cards again and getting Rajan to cut them, Mike placed the pile of banknotes in the centre of the table, and the pack face-down beside them.
 
"Ready to take the big gamble then?" 

Perhaps it was Mike’s speed and proficiency with the cards or the amount of money at stake that unnerved Rajan, as at this late stage in proceedings he began to suspect that he was maybe being cheated.

“How do I know you’ll keep your side of the bargain, should I win?” he asked, omitting to add “sir” for the first time. 

There was a brief silence, as Mike took a deep breath, followed by an exasperated sigh.

“But how do I know you’ll keep your side of the bargain?” he protested in response. 

“What’s to prevent you running off if it goes against you? Your clothes are even outside in the hallway ready and waiting for you!” Mike countered.

“But what is to prevent you keeping the money should I win?” Rajan persisted.

"Would you prefer one of your mates to witness our wager? To ensure fair play?" offered Mike disingenuously, knowing that was probably the last thing he would want.  

“Or I could ask my driver, to act as umpire if you’d like.” he added sarcastically, “Ashok only lives a few minutes away and has told me I can contact him any time of the day or night if I need him!” 

“There is no need to bring anyone else into this, sir!” Rajan replied deferentially once again, alarmed that he had annoyed his handsome benefactor and might loose his chance of winning the pile of notes he had just counted. 

“I promise I will keep my side of the bargain, sir. But you must swear never to tell anyone at the hotel about this matter."

"Okay, okay! Calm down!” Mike replied, “As long as you stand by the outcome of our wager there's nothing for you to worry about. My lips are sealed!" 

“What we have between us, Rajan, is what is called a ‘gentlemen’s agreement’. We are both bound by honour to keep our side of the bargain – win or lose. If I’m prepared to trust you, I can’t see why you shouldn’t be willing to trust me in return.” 

“So, finish off your beer and I’ll open you another one before we kick off,” Mike offered conciliatorily, hoping the additional alcohol would help to settle Rajan’s nerves and make him more amenable to staying around to keep him company afterwards, should the bet go in his favour.

He was not planning to cheat the young waiter out of his money, in fact, he couldn’t care less about it! Even if he himself did win the bet, he was planning to offer the lad a second chance to win his cash – though maybe in return for permitting him to take a few photographs of him to take home with him to wank-off over after his return. 

This was no tawdry act of prostitution with set limits and a bill of fare, he told himself, this was a wager for all or nothing between himself and the cutest Indian lad he had got to see naked in a long while. It was now in the hands of fate whether one or other, or perhaps both of them, obtained what they were seeking from what would be their one and only night together.

"Would you like to cut first?” he asked, pushing the pack of cards across the table.

"Please sir, you go first!" came Rajan’s response.

"Okay, but before I cut, I want to check you're clear on what the deal is.”

“You cut the highest card you get all of the money that's on this table. If I win, I get you, to do exactly as I please with, for the rest of the night. Agreed?" 

Rajan stared hard at the heap of money, gulped down the last sip of his beer and in a hoarse voice croaked his reply.

"Okay!"

“You understand, there’s no going back now?”

“I understand.”

“Good lad! For that I’ve decided if you don't win the cash on your first attempt, I’ll give you a second crack at it later! How’s that for a good deal?”

"Thank you, sir... If I win, I too will let you have a second chance."

Though Mike was slightly puzzled by his reply, he didn't bother to ask him exactly what this might mean – but he hoped it meant that he would get to fuck him either way!

"Right then, shall I begin?" 

When Rajan nodded his head. Mike cut the pack and turned over the eight of clubs without any display of emotion. 

Although the Indian looked nervous – Mike realised that from his point of view the odds were still pretty even. 

Rajan set down his beer and wiped the condensation which adorned his fingers on the sofa before lifting a dozen or so cards from the top of the remaining stack. 

He whisked them up to his face and held them there, seemingly oblivious to the convention of turning them over onto the table for his opponent to examine. 

There the cards would probably have remained, had Mike not intervened. 

Unable to prevent a smirk from spreading across his face, he rose to his feet, calmly took the lad's wrist firmly in his hand and turned the cards to face him. The one on top of the pile was the five of hearts!

He let go his hand and returned to his chair, chuckling to himself as he stretched out his limbs and relaxed into the soft cushions.

Meanwhile, Rajan sat bolt upright, seemingly frozen to the spot by the shock of his loss.

Mike took another sip of his whiskey and licked his lips as he examined his naked opponent with new eyes - those of his owner. 

To be continued...