Day 233 - Hotel

 HOTEL

Prompt - Hotel : Write from the perspective of someone who works at a hotel or staying at a hotel

"Oh.  Sorry sir, I'll come back later."

"No, do it now.  I've got work to do after this so I won't be wanting interruptions.  By the time you've done in here I'll be finished in there."  And he retreated back into the bathroom,closed the door behind him.

We're told not to do the rooms when the guests are in there, unless they give good reason.  And the word round the staff is never to do a room when there's only a man in there, though the managers would say that was nonsense.  They just want us to get everything done as quick as possible, with minimum complaints.  From us or the guests.  

I'd knocked.  Twice.  No answer.  Let myself in, started bringing in what I needed from the trolley, and then he'd emerged.  Short, balding, paunchy.  White and a bit hairy.  Easy to see when he comes out with just a towel around his stretchy middle.  I should get out.  But his tone had been commanding, and he clearly had the desk set up for some kind of work.  If I said I'd return he might complain.  Looked like he hadn't really dried himself off yet, so I probably had time to get the bedroom done, then shut myself into the bathroom when he came back out.  Followed by a quick escape.  Anyway, he sounded a lot more interested in his job than he was in me.  Just part of the furniture again...

So I got on with making the bed, giving the room a clean, taking care around his laptop and papers, tidying up his mess.  And, right enough, he came out just as I was done.

"I'll just do the bathroom while you get dressed and then I'll be done sir."  And I was in, locked the door, cleaned the shower and sink and toilet, replenished the wee bottles, stuck the new towels up and took away the dirty face towel.  I could pick up the bath towel on my way out.  he should be dressed by now.

But I knocked anyway.  "Coming out now sir, if that's OK with you?"

Nothing.

"Sir?"  Nothing.  "Are you there?"  I shouted this time.  No panic.  Don't panic.  Perfectly good explanation.  It'll be fine.

I opened the door.  The dirty towel was on the floor.  I picked it up and turned to leave.  He was there, between me and the exit.  He hadn't dressed.  At all.  This didn't look good.  He certainly didn't.

"I was just wondering what kind of room service I could get.  You know?"  He saw the horror in my eyes.  "There's something in it for you."  And he indicated a pile of banknotes on the bedside table.  "I'm not some kind of monster you know.  But it's been a stressful week, and I'm sure you could use a bit of extra cash and maybe we can do something for each other, eh?"  He was trying to look sure of himself, but hs big gut and tiny cock got in the way of him ever achieving that.  If ever a man needed clothes to have some authority...

I grew up with three brothers.  They made me smart, they made me fiesty.  I had to be smarter and feistier than them to make life tolerable.  As for this wee nyaff...

I smiled at him, warmly, put down the bits and pieces in my hands, and picked up the towel from the floor.  Nice and soggy.  Twisted it up a bit, feeling it's weight and movement in my hands.  Thank goodness this hotel skimped on quality, thinner was definitely better for my purposes.  He had started moving my direction, salaciously smirking, not twigging what was up.  I pulled the towel back, took a step towards him, and let rip.  One fat, soggy towel end whipped into naked flesh.  On target.  Right where it hurt.  His mouth and eyes widened, and he doubled forward, clutching himself where it hurt.  I slammed the wet towel down on his neck and kicked his foot away to aid his descent.  Kicked him where the towel had first impacted.  Then I grabbed my things and made for the door.  No, hang on.  I went back for the money, as he watched me pass him by, fearful of what I might do next.  His attempted grab at my passing ankle earned him another kick.

Of course he might complain.  It would be his word against mine, and I knew who management would believe, or at least say they believed.  So I went and had a chat with Kev.  Security.  Pal of mine.  Kev would be having a word with my podgy suitor.  I didn't think he'd complain.