Borrowing from the Hotel (Patreon)

I sat down at my computer to write a post for today with no inspiration immediately at hand. Opening up tumblr, the first photo I saw fixed that instantly.

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As soon as I locked eyes with the man in the mirror, I knew that I’d fucked up. That was obvious once the smirk spread across his face.

But let me start at how I got here.

It was actually a few years in the making back when I used to hook up with a guy who worked here at the hotel. We’d been dating for about a month when I started complaining about how expensive my gym was, and he told me to just come work out with him in the mornings. Staff could use the gym on the bottom floor, and it had everything I needed. The treadmills were normally all busy, but basically no one used the fancy dumbbell rack in the back.

When he ended up moving, I realized that my free gym membership was gone too, but he was a good guy and gave me a hotel key card on our last date.

“This will open up any door in the place- if it gets deactivated, tell Sarah that I gave it to you. Don’t tell anyone else.”

That was two years ago, and I luckily still didn’t even know who Sarah was since the key still worked. I’d gotten a routine by now. I’d work out for about an hour, and then I’d head down the hall to one of the maids’ break rooms. Listen, I’m not proud of this part, but hey, I was already stealing access to the gym. I’d grab a towel from one of their carts and check the cleaning schedule once the coast was clear. They had a list of all empty rooms and when they’d be cleaned leaving me a one-hour window between check-out and when they’d come in. I’d then hop upstairs to whatever floor I needed to take a long, luxurious shower with hot water that never ran out. Until today.

“What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I’d already checked out this morning before I headed to the gym, but I didn’t realize that there wasn’t a locker room. So, I just came back up here to shower quickly before really leaving.”

“Oh really, Mr. Singh?”

Fuck, of course I’d grabbed the room of someone who did not look anything like me. I could pretend that it was me, but if he had the name ready to go, then he probably knew what the real Mr. Singh looked like as well.

“Let’s go- don’t make this hard.”

The smaller man grabbed my arm, and since I was caught off balance, I was pulled towards the door with him still wearing only my towel.

“Let me grab my stuff first and get changed.”

“Sorry, should have thought of the consequences before breaking into one of our hotel rooms.”

He was stronger than he looked, and as he pulled me down the hallway, I heard the door close behind me with a loud click signaling that my bag and key card were now locked away. Getting to the elevator right as it opened, I was marched inside as the two stunned tourists just stared at me. I’d finally gotten my footing, but it was too late now as the doors closed.

The ride down was silent, and he never took his grip off of my arm. I could run once the doors opened, but still, my bag was upstairs. If I wanted to get my phone or wallet back, I couldn’t piss him off or else he’d walk right back upstairs and thrown them away.

I was now in the worst-case scenario of just seeing what he’d do once the elevator doors opened again. The lobby was empty, but that didn’t stop my heart from beating faster than on my run earlier. The tile was cold beneath my bare feet, and the air conditioning chilled my body that I hadn’t even finished drying. At any moment, someone could walk in the front doors or appear from behind the check-in desk, and there’d be nothing I could do. With one arm held by my captor, all I could do with the other was desperately hold my towel in place. I apparently wasn’t holding tight enough though once we got to the front door.

“And don’t come back!”

Finally releasing me, I thought that my torment was over, but it was just beginning. Grabbing the towel now, he yanked it off my body and pushed me forward into the revolving door that led outside. The lobby might have been empty, but the busy street awaiting me was not. Dozens of people were milling about, and one by one, they all noticed me. I was butt naked with nothing to cover myself with except my hands, and they couldn’t block the photos from being taken.

All I could do was run now, but I had no destination in mind. My car was in the parking deck behind the hotel, but I didn’t have keyless entry. My phone was upstairs too so I couldn’t call for help. I just had to run until I found some store to duck into that would hopefully let me use their phone. That is if I could outrun the people behind me trying to see every inch of me first…