Room Service

14. Out on the Streets

Keeping his head down to avoid catching anyone’s eye, Mike followed the porter and his luggage past a succession of puzzled staff members, before he was finally ejected from the hotel onto the narrow backstreet at its rear, barefooted, scantily clad and stinking of piss.

Before they parted company, Anil couldn’t resist inflicting one last blow to the pride of their horny British guest, by scattering the contents of the laundry bag over the roadside and as he stooped down to pick them up awarded him a parting boot up the backside.

He then locked the gate shut behind him and watched with glee as Mike hastily gathered his clothes together and checked out his hand-luggage. After confirming his passport and plane ticket were still inside, he transferred the contents of his pockets into it as well, unsure whether to change into his own urine-soaked clothing or not.

Relieved to have his possessions back, but aware he was now smelling and looking more like a beggar than a businessman, Mike foolishly decided he would change into fresh clothes and shoes out in the street before setting off to find Ashok, whom, despite his lateness, he hoped would still be waiting for him, parked on the forecourt of the hotel, ready to drive him to the airport.

So, even though the alley was far from empty, he lay his suitcase down flat on the ground to open it up. Rarely having used the number lock since his arrival, in his panic to change his clothes, he was unable to recall the combination he’d selected to keep its contents secure.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” he cursed, kicking the bag in fit of fury when one set of numbers after another failed to open it!

But all venting his frustration succeeded in doing was attracting the attention of a group of scavenging beggars, who until then had been rummaging through the waste bins located at the rear of the hotel, in search of anything of value.

When they caught sight of their dishevelled rival attempting to break into the smart luggage he had clearly stolen, they quickly gathered around him, eager to claim their share of its contents.

Just as Mike was concluding he would have to leave the waiter’s clothes on and change later, one of them took a blade from his pocket and cut through the fabric of its lid as easily as a hot knife through butter, baring its treasures for all to see!

Suddenly half a dozen bodies were jostling him out of the way so they could help themselves not only to the gifts he had bought for his friends and relatives back home at such great expense, but his dirty laundry, shoes and toiletries too!

Realising he needed to keep a firm grip on his precious hand luggage, in case they attempted to make off with that as well, Mike fast realised he was in no position to ward them off, especially as one of them had a knife, so fled, leaving the suitcase, his own clothes and what was left of its contents behind as a distraction.

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After sprinting down the first side street he came to as fast as he could barefooted, Mike arrived at the car park at the front of the hotel and began searching desperately for Ashok’s cab.

“Where’s the rest of your luggage?” the taxi driver asked, when he realised the guy he’d taken for a beggar checking out parked cars, was the one he’d been driving around town for the last few days.

“Don’t worry about it – just get me to the airport as quickly as you can!” Mike panted, pulling at the cab’s rear door but finding it locked, “Otherwise I’m going to miss my plane!”

“Hmm…” Ashok mused. He’d been tipped off by his mate the porter that his fare would be turning up late – but he’d had no idea he would be in this sort of state when he arrived!

Anil had also confided a few other things with him about Mike, that would allow him to extract not just more money from him, over and above his meagre taxi fare, before he dropped him off at the airport but also add to his humiliation in the course of their journey. So, despite his ride’s bizarre appearance, he got out of the driving seat to open the door to let him in.

“This time you sit in front with me!” Ashok announced, not wanting him to soil the upholstery after catching a whiff of the urine which pervaded Mike’s whole body, leading his fare to the opposite side of his cab via the trunk.

“I put bag in back!” he added, wresting the businessman’s hand luggage away from him and depositing it in the rear of the vehicle as they walked past it, despite Mike’s protests.

“I need keep back seat clean!” he explained, when he opened the front door and Mike saw that the passenger seat was missing! This area was clearly usually reserved for luggage or pets, as where a seat should be there was just a soiled piece of carpet covering the floor.

By this juncture, grateful for anywhere to hide himself from public view, Mike entered nonetheless and resignedly squatted down on the tattered rug with his head below the level of the windows.

“There’s no seat belt,” Ashok added disconcertingly, “But don’t worry, you safe on floor, if we have crash!” As if one was quite likely!

Mike winced from the pain as soon as his beaten ass touched the carpet, so once his driver closed the door on him and returned to the other side of the cab, he attempted to reposition himself more comfortably for the lengthy drive ahead. Inevitably, he ended up down on his knees, clutching the door handle and rear of the driver’s seat at either side of him for support.

“You want suck driver’s dick while he drive to airport!” he asked jokingly, as soon as he sat down in the seat beside him and discovered his passenger’s head positioned just a few inches from his groin.

“Porter tell me you good at it!” he added with a grin.

Mike discovered he wasn’t being asked a question, when the cabby tore open the front of his trousers and prised his head down to his crotch before starting up the engine.

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While Ashok threaded his way through the chaotic traffic, hopefully in the direction of Mumbai International, Mike extracted his cock from his underwear and set about sucking it.

What choice did he have? Given the state he was in, he could hardly venture out to find himself another ride! No, just as long as Ashok got him to the airport in time, he was willing to do whatever he liked sex-wise in the course of their journey!

Given he himself smelt so strongly of piss, he realised he was in no position to complain when he discovered the driver’s cock was far from clean, but was relieved to discover, when the taxi-driver’s cock started to become erect, that he was considerably less well-endowed than Vinesh.

After laundering the cabbie’s fat brown dick with his saliva, he spat out discretely onto the shabby piece of carpet beneath him, then closed his eyes and fell into sucking him in a steady rhythm as he skilfully piloted them through the traffic chaos outside. With his head cocooned in the moist darkness of his funky-smelling groin as he sucked, he dreamt of buying himself a fresh set of clothes in the airport’s shopping mall and using the shower facilities in the business class lounge to cleanse himself before boarding the plane.

After being shuttled around in all directions as Ashok swerved to avoid on-coming vehicles and pedestrians as he made his way out of the city, he looked forward to catching up with his sleep lying down in his spacious accommodation on the plane, after consuming gourmet food served up by a host of suitably obsequious Indian stewards wearing tight pants whilst enjoying the latest movies on his large high-definition personal video screen.

But when in a brief break in the traffic the cabbie thrust his head downwards to make him take his dick deeper down his throat, Mike found himself having to concentrate fully on giving him the blow job he was after, to avoid gagging and inadvertently causing him to crash!

When, after ten minutes driving, they finally escaped the heavy city traffic and began to speed along far less crowded roads, Ashok decided it was time for him to have more fun at his passenger’s expense and up his humiliation even more.

“Take off clothes!” he demanded, after reaching over him to open up the passenger-side window to let some fresh air into the cab, “They stink!”

Best co-operate, Mike told himself. The last thing he wanted to do was risk upsetting the cabbie and getting dumped at the side of road dressed in rags, with his wallet, passport, plane ticket and phone still locked away in the trunk!

“Keep sucking!” Ashok added mischievously, thrusting his head back down to his groin when he raised it to comply with his demand, making what would have been a difficult task in any case even more challenging.

The front of the shirt came apart easily enough, but getting its sleeves off over his arms with his lips still wrapped around his driver’s meat, proved tricky. With the result that by the time he had escaped its clutches it was torn so much that it was little more than a urine-soaked rag.

If anything, the pants were even more of a challenge to drag off his legs, but when his struggles led to the rip in their seat becoming so large that it extended all the way down to his knees, they finally gave way.

No sooner had Mike yanked the waiter’s pants off over his ankles, than he heard the sound of a horn honking from a passing truck as they overtook the cab, which he noted was being driven in the slow lane, as Ashok now seemed in no hurry to reach their destination.

However, the passing truckers weren’t hooting their horns to indicate they were about to overtake, as he had noticed them do on single track roads, but to signify their amusement after having witnessed the sight of a naked white guy on his knees sucking the dick of his Indian taxi driver as he drove him along!

Ashok gave them a wave of acknowledgement and when they tarried alongside to watch, obliged them by yanking Mike’s head up by the hair to display his flushed face, then landing a gob of spit in each of his eyes before returning him to resume sucking him. After an exchange of what he guessed were lascivious comments in the local language they eventually overtook them and disappeared in a cloud of fumes and dust.

When, a few minutes later, they came to a halt at a set of traffic lights and a beggar began tapping insistently on his window for alms, Ashok abruptly pulled Mike’s head up from his groin and prompted him to donate his discarded clothing to him in response.

“But what am I going to wear when we get to the airport?” Mike protested as the beggar rushed round to his side of the cab, the moment he wound down the window. They hadn’t been up to much by the time he’d parted himself from them, but they were better than nothing!

“Do as I say! Hand ‘em over!” Ashok insisted imperiously, plainly relishing having the upper hand over the white guy he’d been addressing as “sir” for the last few days.

Realising there was no chance of him catching his plane home if the taxi driver jettisoned from the cab before they reached the airport, Mike reluctantly did as he was told!

However, far from being grateful for his unusual bounty, the moment the beggar saw the state of the clothes and smelt their odour, he immediately discarded them at the side of the road and walked away from the cab, cursing in disgust!

“Carry on sucking!” an amused Ashok demanded, thrusting Mike’s head back down to his groin before driving away, only to pull up again a few minutes later after turning off the main road and parking at the side of a deserted farm track.

“Get out!” he demanded after switching off the engine and extracting the keys from the ignition.

“Now we going to fuck you!” he added with a grin, grabbing hold of Mike by his shrivelled genitals and leading him into the shade beneath a clump of palm trees, where the two truck drivers were awaiting them.

To be continued...