"Mr. Ravo was staying in the hotel "Five-Star". He was in town for selecting employees for his company. After whole day's hectic schedule of taking interviews, selecting the right candidates, he was tired by the evening. Every cell in his body wished to relax. He went for a shower, but when he turned on the tap, some drops fell on his back and stopped. He came out of the bathroom and phoned the receptionist.
"I'm in room no. 25. The shower doesn't work."
"Sir, today is Thursday, the day of a water-cut in the city. So you must wait.
"But the hotel name is "Five-Star" and even we can't get a shower." Mr. Ravo said, annoyed.
"Its name is "Five-Star", not rated as five star."
"Then you should have named it "Zero-Star"
"Very funny...huh."
"Receptionist, organize at least two buckets of water. I won't use soap." Mr. Ravo begged.
"Hello? Hello? I can't hear you clearly. Hello?" and the receptionist disconnected the call to ignore Mr. Ravo.
"What a fucking hotel my secretary has chosen. Her month's salary won't be paid."
He wiped out some drops from his back and stretched on the bed wearing only a patterned brief in the hot Indian summer. He smelled something on the bed. He searched to find the source. After a while, he discovered that the pillow under his head was spreading this stink. He removed it from beneath his head and threw it away, sighing, "Shit...Five-Star"
His mobile put on the table near his bed rung "Just walking in my heart..." It read, "A new Message" on the screen. It was one of his colleagues, Venu. It read:
"God blessed man by creating a little window between woman's legs."
"It sounds like Venu has one day to use his remaining SMSs otherwise this greedy pig would never send me messages." He put aside the phone. The message was playing in his mind. 'It's doubtless. Her pink bud...thrusting deep inside...its tight clutch on my meat...it's really a spectacular experience....want to fuck more and more...each time with double intensity.' He felt his cock shaping and strain against his briefs. His cock was trying to release itself from the prison-like material and wanted to hide itself in a pink fresh cunt.
He dialed the receptionist.
"Hello, the receptionist has gone somewhere for urgent work. Can you call later?" The man was speaking but attempting to sound like woman.
"Bastard, you don't fool me. Play this type of trick with your mother, not a customer."
"Oh sir, sorry. I thought you were the guest of room 12 who complained repetitively to replace his broken-legged bed."
"Oh, it means many victims do the same blunder as me."
"It's not your blunder. It's your wisest decision to stay here."
"Yeah...yeah...wisest, the hotel with no water to bathe and a damaged bed to sleep."
"You're too negative. How can I help you?"
