Lucky Mr. Peters
Chapter 3
It was early afternoon when my flight touched down at Malaga Airport. I had send a WhatsApp to Allejandro, letting him know I would be back in town that day and looked forward to maybe seeing him again that evening.
It was getting close to 5 p.m. when I once again checked into the hotel and took up residency in the suite I had previously occupied. I had not yet gotten any reply from Allejandro after my last message, so it was all up in the air when or if I would see him again. I was hopeful, but also knew how fleeting relationships could sometimes be.
My belly started to grumble, so I went down to the hotel restaurant to get some much-needed sustenance. All too soon I noticed that the hotel staff was only showing me the minimal amount of courtesy and I was getting quite annoyed. As I was almost about to enter the elevator to go back up to my room I noticed that Allejandro was at the hotel entrance, but was prevented from entering by the doorman.
I hastily made my way over and asked the doorman why MY guest was not allowed to enter the hotel.
"Former employees," and he amplified the word former, "that have disgraced the reputation of the hotel are banned from the premises for life," he pronounced.
I had to take a deep breath, and I did, before deciding to make a quick phone call to my agent. He didn't know another hotel on this short notice, but did have a two-bedroom apartment that would be available immediately. He could be there with the keys in 10 minutes.
I told him to better make it 20 or 30 minutes because I had to get some stuff back into my suitcase, check out and find a taxi to drive over. He agreed and I hastily went into the elevator to go up to the suite and pack up the few items I had unpacked earlier.
Just minutes later I was back down and marching up to the counter. "I would like to check out right now, please," I rather loudly proclaimed to the receptionist. "And it will be the day hell freezes over before I will ever set foot in this sorry excuse of a hotel again," I added, just for good measure.
"You will still have to pay for one night, Mr. Peters," the now red-faced female receptionist told me.
"Fine with me," I almost spat out, "but don't you dare charge me for more than one night or I'll be back." And with that, I turned around and exited the hotel, taking a completely stupefied Allejandro in tow.
I walked over to the first available taxi at the stand and the driver quickly took my suitcase and put it in the trunk while Allejandro and I got into the back seats. I told the driver our destination and as we drove off I turned to look at Allejandro. I saw a tear trickling down his cheek and out of nowhere felt a huge knot appearing in my stomach.
"We'll talk about this when we're at the apartment, is that ok with you?" I asked. He just nodded, but didn't say a word.
As we drove up to the block of apartments I could see my agent waiting outside and sighed a breath of relief. When the taxi came to a full stop the agent walked over, opened the passenger door for me and once I got out, shook my hand. "It's very good to see you again, Mr. Peters. Let me take care of things here and then I'll show you into the apartment."
With that he began a rapid conversation in Spanish with the taxi driver, paid him and proceeded to take my suitcase from the trunk. I was quite taken aback by the situation, but as the taxi drove off, the agent said: "It is my job to make sure our customers are happy and you, Mr. Peters, are a very good customer. Please follow me."
He led us to the top floor and into a very nice and spacious apartment that offered an amazing view of the harbor. Having set down my suitcase in the living room, he showed us around the apartment, then handed me a set of keys and said: "I hope you'll enjoy your stay here and I'll see you tomorrow for the signing of the contracts."
"How much is this going to cost me?" I blurted out as he was about to leave. He momentarily turned back to me and with a huge smile on his face replied: "As I told you, we try to keep our customers happy, so this is, how do you call it? 'On the house'." I could swear that he had let out a little giggle after those last three words. A few moments later I heard the door close and it was just me and Allejandro standing in the living room.
Not knowing what else to do I just hugged my skinny assed boy and kissed him on the cheek. "Do you want to tell me what the hell happened?" I asked in almost a whisper, my nose touching his tiny right ear. He nodded and we went to sit down on the couch, my arm never letting go of his shoulder.
He proceeded to tell me how one of his co-workers had seen him coming out of my suite that last Saturday morning and had started gossiping about it. With rumors spreading he had been asked into the manager's office a few days later and got fired on the spot. Once again, I could see tears running down his cheeks.
"Well," I said, "after I move into the villa I will need someone to mow the grass and clean the pool. Would you maybe know someone who could do that?"
He shrugged his shoulders and said: "That would only be a few hours per week. At the hotel, I got € 120 per week, working five morning shifts."
"Don't worry about that," I grinned. "I will pay you extra, but only if you mow the grass and clean the pool without clothes on."
Allejandro started snickering. He got up, pulled down his shorts and underwear and started wiggling his naked butt in front of me, proclaiming "You want to see this, don't you?"
He shouldn't have done that. I grabbed his gorgeous ass cheeks, pulled them apart and started licking his pucker for all I was worth. Allejandro was moaning, "Ooooh, nobody has ever done that to me before. It feels so goooood."
I had to sit back to catch my breath and as I did, I pulled Allejandro onto my lap and hugged him fiercely. "What time do you need to be home, my beautiful lover?” I whispered. He giggled, then replied: "Tomorrow afternoon."
"We had better move to the bedroom then, it might be a long night. Oh, and just so you know, my tongue isn't tired yet."
Another giggle. He got up, pulled me up too and after chucking his shorts and underwear that until then had still been around his ankles, made a mad dash for the bedroom. I was in close pursuit.
The following morning, we were having coffee and a question I had been meaning to ask just popped into my head. "Allejandro, I never asked this before, but I'd like to know; how old are you?"
He turned a bit pale and with eyes downcast he said: "I'm 15 still, but I'll be 16 next month! And then I can ride a real motorcycle."
"So, when is your birthday?"
"May 27th."
"Oh, I assume you will have a big party then, right?"
Eyes downcast again he shook his head. "It will just be my parents, two uncles and aunts and my two nephews."
"No friends?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I'd like to invite you, but I don't think my parents would understand."
Now that choked me up. I pulled him in close to me and said: "Don't worry, by that time I'll be living in the villa and we can have our own private party there, just you and me."
He started to giggle a bit again. "I suppose you want me not wearing clothes for that party, huh? But you'll have to be naked too or it wouldn't be fair."
I leaned into him and quickly kissed him, "That's a deal, lover. We'll run around the villa stark naked the whole day and night."
We sat together for a while longer until it was time for my meeting. I offered Allejandro the opportunity to stay at the apartment, but he declined, saying that his parents might get worried. He agreed to meet back up the next day and the two of us went our separate ways.
The meeting went off without a hitch and I became the proud new owner of a luxurious villa. On my way back to the apartment, I got tired of walking and decided it was time for a bold move. There was a Mercedes dealer quite close by, so I made my way over.
When I saw the pure white Mercedes SLS AMG with red leather interior I knew I just had to have it. As I was looking over the car, a salesperson came over to me and asked if he could be of assistance.
"How long would it take before this car is ready to go home with me?" I asked.
"This is a very expensive car, sir, are you sure you want this one?"
"If you could please have it ready in one or two hours, I would appreciate it very much," I said as I handed him my gold colored MasterCard. With Euro signs alight in his eyes, the salesperson guided me to a nice waiting room and told me the car would be ready for me as soon as possible.
Two hours later I was parking the car into the assigned parking spot in the garage underneath the apartment block. I wasn't particularly looking forward to a lonely night, but things were going to be as they had to be. As I finally went to bed that evening I sniffed the pillow that Allejandro had been sleeping on and I could still smell his aroma. With his sweet fragrance still lingering in my nostrils I dozed off.
I woke up the next morning feeling quite invigorated. Checking my cellphone, I noticed that Allejandro had sent me a WhatsApp. It just said "11", and I understood the meaning.
I had a simple breakfast and looked up some things on my laptop until I heard the all too familiar rap on the door. It was close to 11 a.m., so I jumped up and opened the door for Allejandro to enter. He briskly walked in and after I closed the door said, "Do I take off my clothes now or do you want me to wait?"
TBC