“Everything's great. Merci. I'm busy, so...”
“So, sir, I'm phoning your room. Sorry to bother you, but you seem busy. Other clients are... They're complaining about noise, sir.”
“Noise? What's that?” Paul smirks.
The guy lies, wanting to seem professional and not disturb his affluent troublesome customer. “Just... Don't be too loud.”
Paul thanks him and throws the phone again.
“Uh. And have fun, sir,” the guy says, his voice tinged with genuinity or envy.
Paul hangs up and winks sinisterly.
“Isn't he right? “We'll have fun” No more words from him, he thrusts violently as if we'd never stopped. He thrashes me violently as I move my hands up and down his back and over his buttocks. He continues the pace until my groans turn into screams, all the hotel manager's “be quiet” warnings for
