Nights at the Gas Station Ch. 05

I opened the door and the big lumbering hulk that was Troy walked in. He looked taken aback for a second at my odd appearance. A towel around my waist, and another around my neck. But then his gaze shifted to the naked body of Pareshbhai, splayed on the floor at the edge of the bed.

"Fuck!" he said.

"Troy, I swear I didn't mean to...." I started explaining, but he raised his palm gesturing me to stop.

"It doesn't matter to me if you meant to. Or how you got here. Or what happened." he said. "All that matters is, if the police find out, you're screwed."

I nodded. Troy walked around the room carefully and surveyed the mess. He then walked over to the room phone, picked the receiver up, wiped it with his t-shirt, and put it back. He then walked over to the windows and checked them. Opened the window, slid it open, and put his hand on the gauze. He shook his head, and then said,

"Get me a napkin or a hand towel from the bathroom."

I did as I was told. He then wiped the windows wherever he had touched them, to remove his fingerprints. Then he said to me,

"Get all the towels from the bathroom. I need to make a call."

As Troy took out his cellphone and dialed a number, I walked into the bathroom. There were 2 more small napkins and two hand towels. There were no cleaner bath towels left. One, which I had used to wipe myself after the shower, and two, which were on my body. I came out with the hand towels and napkins, and Troy was still on the phone. He was talking very softly, but I could still catch some bits and pieces.

"Yeah...Indian guy......no, window has gauze....cant be removed....yeah, third floor.....exit 83......just a guy at the desk...yeah...ok."

Troy put the phone back in his pocket and turned around to look at me.

"Those are all?" he said, raising one eyebrow and pointed at the stuff in my hands.

"Yes." I said.

"We need more. We gotta clean this whole room."

"Should I call the front desk and ask for more towels?" I asked.

"No way." Troy shook his head. "We don't want him remembering that you asked for more towels." He looked towards the bed. "The pillowcases are still clean I guess. We'll see if they're enough."

"Okay. And how about the bed sheet and the blanket?" I asked.

"We need those to keep the body in. And carry it out?" Troy said.

"Carry it out?" I asked.

"Yeah." he said. "Here's what we're gonna do. We wrap this body in the bed sheet, the covering sheet, and the blanket, so it won't ooze blood. We keep it on the side. I have called a couple of guys I know. They're coming here with a pick-up truck. They'll take the body out, and get rid of it. Meanwhile, you and I clean this room as best as we can."

"Okay." I said, surprised at how much more energetic Troy seemed all of a sudden.

"Also, I saw close circuit cameras. We need to disable them, figure out where the images are stored, and destroy that computer.'

"Why?" I asked, dumbly.

"Because no matter how well we clean the blood from everywhere else, some stain will remain on the mattress and on the carpet. And we'll be using up all their towels and napkins. They are bound to call the police. You don't need to leave any evidence that you were in this room."

"But the desk clerk will remember." I said.

"Yes, but it'll just be his word. And I spoke to him when I was coming up. He is obviously high on weed. As long as we don't leave any photographic evidence, you should be fine."

"Okay."

"There's something else. But I'll explain it when we come to it. For now, let's focus on cleaning this place up. I'll go and check the janitor's closet and see if they have any mops, pail or something there."

Troy walked out of the room. I stood there trying to take in everything he had said. He returned a few minutes later with a pail, a mop, and a bottle of all-purpose cleaner.

"It was locked. I had to pick the lock. No towels or rags though. Just this." he kept the stuff down and said, "Now, help me move his body."

Troy took the blankets and other sheets off the bed and laid them out on the ground. He carefully picked up all of Pareshbhai's blood-splattered clothes, my sari and petticoat, and put them on the sheet. He then moved to a corner and started taking off his t-shirt. Then he took off his shoes and socks.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'll be picking up the body from the head side. Where it is bleeding. So I don't want blood soaking the clothes I am wearing. Bound to draw attention later. I am stripping down to my underpants." he said, throwing his t-shirt on the floor and then unbuckling his jeans and taking them off. I looked away, but out of the corner of my eye, couldn't help noticing how odd his huge black body looked, clad in just underwear.

"OK, pick him up by the legs." Troy said, and I did as he said. Looking away from the body, I picked it up by the feet. Sure enough, his upper body got Pareshbhai's blood all over it, as the two of us placed the body on the blanket and sheets. Once the body was there, Troy covered it with the sides of the sheets, much to my relief. I no longer had to look at it.

"Now, we clean." Troy said. He filled up the pail with the cleaning liquid and water from the bathroom, and started guiding me about what and where to clean.

In ten minutes, Troy had mopped up a lot of the blood from the floor. And wiped the edge of the bed. He got done with the final hand towel, put it under the sheet with Pareshbhai's body and then looked at me pointedly,

"What?" I asked, gazing at his blood-smeared underwear-clad body.

"We're out of stuff to wipe with."

"So?"

"There's no easy way to say this, Savitri. You're gonna have to take off those towels you are wearing."

"What? No way!" I said, putting my hand on the towel covering my chest.

"There's no other way, Savitri. We need them to clean the rest of this up. And besides, there's bloodstains on it from the cleaning. As it is, walking out of the motel with just a towel around your waist would be inviting trouble. Add blood stains to it, and well..."

"But I am naked under it. I can't be naked." I said. "Give me your t-shirt. It's long enough to cover me."

"Sure, you can wear the t-shirt when we leave this place. But if you wear it now while cleaning, you'll get blood on it too. You're just gonna have to....well...clean in your underwear like I am."

"No. I don't have my bra on. They got blood on them too. So if I take this off, I will be naked. I am not getting naked in front of you." I emphatically said. Troy looked at me with a look of disappointment and shook his head. I don't think the disappointment was at not seeing me naked, but more at how stupidly stubborn I was being.

"Okay fine. But I am gonna need those towels. So go the bathroom, leave the towels out, take a shower. Then you can wear my t-shirt. That way, I don't see you naked. In the meantime, I'll have all this cleaned up."

I felt a little guilty being this stubborn. But Troy had been understanding and provided me with a way out. So I picked up his t-shirt from the corner of the room, holding it in two clean fingers. Walked to the bathroom, took off the towels and threw them outside. I closed the door, took off my buttonless blouse and bra, and started showering again.

As I got done showering, I realized I didn't have a towel to dry myself with. I had no choice but to use Troy's t-shirt to dry myself, and then wear the same wet t-shirt on top of the bra. The t-shirt came down up to mid-thigh, and was quite loose, obviously. Even in the middle of that predicament, I could help but feel a little strange wearing a strange man's clothes. I used to wear Vinit's t-shirts at home all the time. Just t-shirts, nothing under it. It used to turn him on. Never did I imagine that I would be wearing someone else's t-shirt in a hotel room.

I decided to just get rid of the blouse. Its buttons were broken anyway, and with his big t-shirt to cover me up, I didn't need it.

"You can use this to clean too if you want." I said, coming out of my room, holding the blouse in my hand. But I saw that it was not needed. Troy had been very efficient and cleaned up everything. There was still a dark stain on the floor where the puddle of the blood had been. But except for that, the room looked almost exactly like it did when I had walked in. Except of course, for the dead body in the corner.

Troy looked at me with an intense gaze that made me blush. I was standing there wearing just a wet t-shirt. And although it was loose, I am sure I made quite a sight, especially with my wet hair. When I blushed, Troy looked away and said,

"Okay, I'm gonna wash up now. Don't touch anything. I have wiped all the prints off."

I nodded and just sat on a chair with my hands in my lap as Troy picked up his jeans from the corner and went to the bathroom. He came out in a few minutes, wearing the jeans, and his torso wet. He didn't have a towel either.

"Thank you so much for this, Troy. You have saved my life from getting ruined." I said. When he was in the bathroom, I had been marveling about how nice and efficient he had been, helping me out of a situation like this. When he could have just walked away or refused to help.

Troy sat down on the other chair, looked at me and said,

"Okay, the easy part is done. Now comes the difficult part. We need to get the body and all this stuff out of here. My friends will be here soon."

"Okay." I said.

"Now, if these windows didn't have the gauze, we could have just lowered the body from there. No one would have noticed this late at night. But we can't do that. So we have to take it through the front."

"But the front desk guy?" I asked.

"Exactly. That's the difficult part. We need to get him away. Also, we need away from the desk, so my friend can figure out how to disable the cameras and delete everything they store. And that's where you come in." Troy said.

"What?"

"You need to get him away from the desk. And keep him away until I tell you."

"How am I supposed to do that?" I asked, panicking a little.

"Well, you could ask him to show you some other room. Give him some excuse why you want another room. He will come with you to show it. Take your cellphone with you. Keep him in the room until I call you to say it's all clear. Then you tell him to stay in the room, make some excuse and rush downstairs. We'll be waiting for you. And we can just get away." Troy said.

"I don't know, Troy. It sounds a bit hard. And I am just wearing a t-shirt. I can't do it." I said.

"Well, fuck you, Savitri!" Troy said, surprising me by raising his voice and looking upset. "Did I kill this guy? No, you did. I am here helping you out. Saving your ass from going to jail. And you're acting like it's all....

That's when his cellphone rang.

"Hello?....yeah, all cleaned up...yeah, it's ready.....but hold on." Troy put his hand on the speaker and said to me, "They're here, Savitri. Are you gonna keep that pothead away from the desk or not? I could just tell these guys to turn back."

"Okay fine. I'll do it." I reluctantly said.

"Well, get up and go then." he said. "Take your phone with you. I'll take your purse with me when I go. And I'll give you a call when we're done."

I got up and slowly walked out of the room. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was petrified. Theoretically, the idea seemed fine. Just distract the guy. Practically, what if I couldn't make it happen? Well, I had no choice. I got into the elevator and went to the lobby.

As I walked out of the lobby, the guy at the desk looked at me. And his eyes widened in surprise. My hair was still wet and I was wearing only a loose t-shirt. My shapely legs were partly on display. It was the same guy who had seen me come in wearing a sari, so I am sure this change of attire surprised him. He kept staring as I walked up to him.

"Umm....hi!" I said, flashing him a fake smile.

"Hullo." he said warily. "Everything alright, ma'am?"

"Yeah. I was just wondering if you could, you know, show me another room." I said.

"Something wrong with the one we gave you, ma'am? You want to change it?"

"No, no!" I said a little too urgently. "I am okay with the room. Just needed another room."

"Okay." he said, looking confused. He did look obviously stoned, and I could even smell some marijuana on his breath. He slowly turned towards the monitor and said, "Lemme check." He pressed a few keys, peered at the screen and said, "Well, the room right next to the one you have is available if you want."

"No. I'd like it on some other floor." I said, not wanting to take him right next to the room where we had been.

"Other floor? Why?" he asked in a very confused voice.

"Oh, just. You know..." I said, flashing him another smile, and saying the first thing that came to my mind, "..for variety."

He looked at me, now very perplexed. But he politely turned to the screen again.

"Hmm, we have a bunch of rooms on the second floor. How many beds do you want? And smoking or non-smoking?"

"Oh, anything's fine." I said, waving my hand.

"Okay..." he said, very confused. "The gentleman with you paid by cash. Will you also be paying by cash?"

"Actually, I'd like to check it out before I pay."

"Sure thing." he said, and put a keycard in the coding machine. He pressed a few keys and said, "There you go. Room 212. Queen bed. Smoking. If you like it, let me know."

He took the keycard in his hand, and extended it towards me. Okay, that threw me off. I was supposed to take him with me to the room. He was giving me the key to go check it out myself.

"Could you come with me, please?" I said in a very sweet voice.

"Uh..why?" he asked. "I am not supposed to leave the desk. It's just me at nights. But you can go check it out. That's okay."

"Yeah, but I'd prefer it if someone came along. You know. In case I have any questions." I said, trying to think on my feet.

"What kinda questions?"

"Like, well..." I took a pause wracking my brain to come up with some question. "...which channels are at what number."

"There'll be a list on the table." he said, a fact I realized as soon as I mentioned it.

"Umm...well..." I said, trying to come up with another question, but I drew a blank. So I put my elbows on the table, touched him on the arm, turned my head to the coquettishly and said, "Please come with me. I'll feel better."

The touch seemed to do the trick. It's funny how men will change their mind at the slightest hint of flirtation from a woman.

"I guess I could just zip up with you for a bit and answer any questions." he said, coming out from behind the desk.

As we rode up the elevator, he kept smiling at me goofily. I looked at the guy. He seemed like a young guy, maybe 19 or 20. He was very thin and short, about my height. He had close-cropped blonde hair and a very pale white skin, which made his green eyes even more noticeable.

"I noticed you changed." he said as we walked out of the elevator.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked.

"What you're wearing. You were in that exotic looking Indian thing. And now you're in..well...hehe." he said, and blushed as if he was the one wearing just a t-shirt. Then he started giggling uncontrollably. Yes, definitely high on weed, I thought.

"Yeah, it was kinda hot." I said, giving a lame excuse, which he didn't seem to hear.

He came to stop in front of Room 212 and swiped the key to open the door. He held it open and I walked in. He followed behind me.

"There you go. Pretty standard room. Bed and all." he said and giggled again. "There's a list of the channels."

"So have you been working here long?" I asked a random question. On the ride up I had decided that the best way to stall him was to keep him engaged in conversation.

"Oh, just a few months." he replied.

"Where did you work before this?"

"I didn't, actually. Was in high school." So my guess had been right. He was just about 19 or so.

"Didn't you wanna go to college?" I asked, sitting on the bed. That made the t-shirt ride up, exposing a bit more of my thigh. he noticed it immediately, and stared at my thighs for a few moments before answering.

"Umm? Oh college. Nah. Never did dig all the books and stuff."

"So what do you wanna be?" I asked.

"I guess I haven't really decided." he said, and then looking at his watch said, "Listen, I gotta get going. Someone might come down there."

"Oh, come on. Who's gonna come in this late?" I asked, leaning on my elbow in his direction, making the t-shirt ride up a little more. That made him really uncomfortable. He shifted his weight on to his other feet and said timidly,

"Someone could come."

"What is your name?" I asked, running my fingers through my wet hair.

"Uh, Floyd. What's yours?"

"Kiran." I said, thinking of a fake name quickly, and then smiled. "So Floyd, are you expecting your girlfriend to visit you down there? Is that why you're in such a hurry?"

"Uh, no. Just, well, my boss'll gimme hell if he finds out I was away from the desk for so long."

"It's not that long, Floyd. Just a couple of minutes. Don't you like talking to me?" I said, making a sad face and then looking at my phone, hoping Troy would call soon.

"Yeah, I do." he said, fidgeting uncomfortably. "But I really should go."

He stole a glace towards my ass and I noticed that the t-shirt had ridden up a little more. A couple of inches more and my ass-cheeks would be on display. I then saw him look at my chest. And I noticed, that the neckline of Troy's t-shirt, which was built for Troy's thick and wide neck, was too big for me, and had fallen ahead under the weight of my boobs, giving him a glimpse of my cleavage.

"Just stay a little." I said, now rolling over on to my stomach, and propping myself up by both elbows. That made more of my cleavage visible to him. I was sure he could now see at least half each of my bra-covered tits. Floyd noticed that and turned away from me. He then said in a panicked voice,

"I should go." and almost sprinted to the door. I got up and ran behind him. I grabbed his hand just as he opened the door.

"Wait, Floyd!" I said. "What's the matter?"

He turned away from me, as if from embarrassment.

"I am sorry ma'am." he said, and turned his back towards me, standing in the doorway.

"What happened?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.

Then he slowly turned towards me and I saw the reason for his embarrassment. A decent sized erection was visible from the bulge in the front of his shorts.

"Sorry." he said. "You're just so beautiful. And I couldn't control it. I should go."

I would have liked nothing more than to let this skinny nerdy teenager go. But Troy hadn't called yet. So the body might not have been transferred, nor the camera files deleted. So I had to stall him.

"No, it's okay." I said, not sure what else to say.

"No, I should go." he said, trying to walk out the door again.

At that point, I ran out of things I could say to stop him, and decided that actions speak louder than words. I moved closer to him, put my lips on his, and started kissing. Floyd was too shocked to respond for a few seconds. But when reality finally sunk in, he started to respond. He kissed me back, pushing me a little into the room and closing the door behind him.

For his very nerdy appearance, the boy was not a bad kisser. He alternated wonderfully between gentle and assertive, and used his tongue just right. If not for the overwhelming scent of marijuana coming from his mouth, it would have counted as a great kiss in my books. The kissing went on for a good 3-4 minutes, throughout which I could feel Floyd's erection poking me in the crotch through his shorts. It was clearly growing and getting harder.

Finally, Floyd broke the kiss and said breathlessly,

"Oh wow! Oh man! Oh shit! You're so unbelievably..." and then started kissing me again. His hands, which until then had been idle by his side, now started wandering over my body. He was still being cautious, just rubbing by back for a while. But as our kiss continued, I felt his hands wander southwards. As he was about to put his hands under the back of the t-shirt and feel my ass, I broke the kiss and said,