I Spy With My Little Eye

Roland

“Relax Cherry” the man whispered in the boys ear.

“Yes.. Just like that” he said as he slowly reached for the lubricant which was sitting on the side table.

The older man opened the bottle and smelled it as if making sure it smelled nice but from the look on his face, it was safe to say he didn't like it. Well that's what you get when you book a room that costs shit and a hooker who costs even less.

My eyes shifted to the young man laying naked on the bed, looking bored to tears.

It made me smile for some reason.

Cherry! I whispered the name. It rolled off easily in my lips

“Who's there?” I heard the older man say.

Well safe to say I meant to whisper his name. I failed at that. I must have moaned it. Could you blame me? I mean Cherry is hot. Sue me!

I quickly scrambled to my feet and ran for my desk. Heart beating wildly, I tried to breath as slowly as I could. I mean anyone who was caught spying on other people through a keyhole would literally die of fear in a similar situation.

I took out a tissue and hurriedly wipe of the sweat that was now pouring down my brows as soon as I was sitting behind the receptionist desk.

I heard the footsteps and prayed it was anyone...anyone else but the old man.

Well...even if God ever answers prayers or even heard them, it was never mine.

The man came over my desk in a towel. He looked really angry. Not that he was wrong to be angry. I'd be furious too. If I paid forty-five dollars an hour in some shitty motel to fuck a twink and the lube turned out to smell like the inside of a homeless person's shoe, I'd be furious. Hell i would have fumes coming out of my ears.

“You!” He said as he approached me and looked first in my eyes, then at the name tag on my uniform “Gaff, I just saw someone spying on me in my room. You better pray it wasn't you creep!”

Well shit.