Note: Dear reader, I recommend reading the first part of this series - The Famous Love Hotel of Shimla, before starting this story. It would help provide context for the major characters and plot points. Hope you enjoy it.
"Vishal, where have you been hiding your talents?" Mr. Mahajan handed me a generous tip and shook my hand. I later found out that Mr. Verma spoke very highly of me. He went so far as to say that I have magic in my hands.
Everyone believed I gave Mr. Verma the best massage of his life. Only I knew the truth.
I walked around the hotel for the next few days carrying this secret like a heavy stone. I kept to myself and felt like I had done something wrong and I would be caught anytime.
The rest of the staff was happy with this change of air. We were used to having unhappy customers shouting at Kumar or some other staff. This positivity was very rare for our humble hotel. Kumar, my friend and mentor, looked at me with gratitude. I could not take it.
"Kumar, I need to tell you something. That night with Mr. Verma, the massage was not for him," I told him everything and he listened with his head down.
After a few tense moments, he broke into a smile, "I have worked for 20 years in the hotel industry Vishal, I have seen everything, I am not surprised. However, you must not tell Mr. Mahajan, he would not approve of this."
He did not bring it up for the rest of the day and we went about our routine chores. A new batch of guests arrived and we got busy with their check-in process. We had a fairly good occupancy for the season. This typically happens when the other hotels in the city have been sold out.
I retired for the day and went to my dorm but my thoughts didn't let me fall asleep. While I enjoyed every minute of my adventures with Mrs. Verma and even pleasured myself thinking of her, I was left confused by this strange behavior.
Especially from such high profile and respectable people. What would drive a man to have his wife be fucked by another man. That too in front of him, with his permission, even persuasion. I was too small to wrap my head around the twisted desires of these big people. I approached Kumar with my dilemma.
"Sometimes, men are not able to get it up or don't have the drive like their wife, sometimes this is what gets them going, you know, seeing their wife being touched, being fucked by another man. They get excited hearing their wife moan for a stranger," Kumar explained patiently.
He seemed to be an expert in these kinds of interactions. I wondered how he came to know so much but I refrained from asking.
The talk had made him excited and to proceed further, he felt we needed to create a proper ambiance. He opened a bottle of a very expensive whiskey from his personal collection and poured a large one for me.
As we talked more, he managed to extract every minute detail about the night with Mrs. Verma. Everything down to how Mrs. Verma looked naked to how her vagina felt around my dick. I hesitated in the beginning but the whiskey helped some things slip out. He seemed quite surprised at my description of Mrs. Verma's reactions.
"You must have a big one in there huh?" Kumar teased me.
I smiled awkwardly. I never imagined I would be talking about the size of my dick with Kumar.
"But it is not just about the size. You need to have the right technique. You must have slept around a lot," Kumar was proud of me.
I have had my fair share of sex and I have managed to make quite a few women reach the peak state of ecstasy. I never thought about this as a special talent.
"Vishal, I have slogged for 20 years at this place and I have nothing. I don't have money, my wife hates me, I don't get to see my kids because of the night shift," Kumar's mood took a sudden turn.
I tried to console him but he could not be picked up. I left him and continued to drink. I did not want this high to end, "I wish I could do something to help you Kumar."
After a few moments of silence Kumar looked up and gave me that same stare from earlier.
"There is something you can do, you will have to repeat what you did that night with our high profiles," Kumar blurted out with a straight face.
I could not understand what he was trying to say.
He elaborated, "I will get the customers and you can work your magic, I will take a 40% cut, what do you say?"
Kumar seemed to have thought this through. I did not know what to say.
"You want me to have sex with the guests for money?"
"Yes, we can make a lot of money, people are willing to pay a high price for such experiences. And we anyways have the entire hotel to us, so that is figured out. We can give them a package deal. Make some money for GNI too"
I remained silent.
"Vishal, you have a talent, and if you can use it to spread happiness among people, why not?" Kumar was persistent.
I got up and left without saying anything. It is not like I felt bad at his suggestion. I just did not know what to feel. I went back to my room and started thinking about it. I could not come up with one reason to not go ahead with this.
The next morning I met Kumar and we shook hands. Over the course of a few days we tried to figure out the logistics of our little arrangement. The challenge with what we were doing was getting the word out.
"A muscular virile male with a big dick, available to satisfy all your cuckolding fantasies. Interested couples may please contact Mr. Kumar from Good Night Inn," we made up an imaginary ad and tore it up.
Kumar, however, knew more than he let on. He was quite familiar with this world and knew what needed to be done to attract customers. He set up a profile in my name on some social media apps and started posting about me. He invited me to his room and took some pictures for the app.
"You will have to remove everything, they need to see what they will be getting," Kumar pointed the camera at my naked body and clicked some photos.
"No one will know it is me right?" I was concerned. I imagined Mr. Mahajan's face as he looked at my naked photos on the app. I would lose everything.
