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I HAD BEEN working at the hotel for all of two days when I overheard one of the other employees mention that Shruti haasan and her entourage had checked-in in the middle of the night and were currently running a muck around the pool area downstairs.
Having finished my first shift of the morning I was scheduled to take a break, so I decided to go check out what all the fuss was about and hoped to catch a fleeting glimpse of the singer-turned-actress in her bikini.
But as I made my way through the lobby I suddenly had an epiphany, and realized that in my current capacity as a bell hop I had in my possession the master key-card for most if not all of the rooms in the hotel.
Could I actually get away with it? I wondered. Maybe just snoop around a little and see if I could find something interesting?
With an entire hour at my disposal I went up to the fifth floor and gently knocked on the door in question. No answer. Looking around I then slipped the card into the slot and swiped my way into her inner sanctum.
Inside I called out to confirm that I indeed had the entire suite to myself. As expected the apartment was empty but in complete shambles with clothes and luggage scattered all over the place.
Fortunately for me it didn't take long to track down her suitcase which I immediately riffled through, and quickly discovered her keys and wallet. I flicked through her IDs before I tossed them aside and rummaged further into her bag.
[b]I then found a small compartment where she kept more intimate apparel, and pulled out two very sexy lace panties - one of which was still warm to the touch.
The notion alone made my cock twitch and without realizing it I inhaled her musky scent and went over to the window to watch her group frolic around in the pool downstairs.
In all the excitement (beating off) it didn't even dawn on me that it had been a while since I had spotted Shruti by the pool. So when I suddenly heard the front door unlock behind me I almost jumped right out of my skin!
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I heard a female voice exclaim.
In an instant I dropped the panties in my hand and made a run for it - rushing for the balcony and hoping to scale the wall outside so as to climb onto an adjoining apartment.
It was a desperate measure but considering my main exit was now compromised it was my only course of action. Unfortunately for me the sliding door was snagged on someone's suitcase so I only wasted valuable time trying to open it.
"Whoa." Shruti haasan finally said as she entered the room and looked around. "Who the hell are you?"
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It was at this point that I finally gave up. They had seen my face. There was no way I was leaving the room without a security officer escort or a set of handcuffs.
"Wait a minute. I know him!" Shruti's friend claimed. "That's the guy from the lobby remember?"
"Oh-Yeah." Another chimed in. "That's the guy Samantha said was cute."
While the ladies speculated between themselves, I took this opportunity to jump over the coffee table and made another run for freedom, only to see the girls block my exit and slam the door in my face.
"Look. There's been a mistake." I tried to explain. "It's not what it looks like."
"Yeah right." One of the girls snickered. "It never is."
"You think you're the first guy who's ever snuck into Shruti's room before?" Another hissed. "Give us a break."
"I can't believe this is happening to me again." Shruti sighed. "What is it about Chennai?"
[b]"Should we call the cops?" Her friend suggested.
"Please. Don't." I responded. "It's just a big misunderstanding. I'm really sorry okay?"
"And I supposed this was a mistake too?" One of Shruti's friends said while picking up her used panties from the floor.
"You son of a bitch!" Another girl jeered from behind me. "How dare you go through our things like that!"
"What a pervert!" I heard one of them proclaim.[/b]
I HAD BEEN working at the hotel for all of two days when I overheard one of the other employees mention that Shruti haasan and her entourage had checked-in in the middle of the night and were currently running a muck around the pool area downstairs.
Having finished my first shift of the morning I was scheduled to take a break, so I decided to go check out what all the fuss was about and hoped to catch a fleeting glimpse of the singer-turned-actress in her bikini.
But as I made my way through the lobby I suddenly had an epiphany, and realized that in my current capacity as a bell hop I had in my possession the master key-card for most if not all of the rooms in the hotel.
Could I actually get away with it? I wondered. Maybe just snoop around a little and see if I could find something interesting?
With an entire hour at my disposal I went up to the fifth floor and gently knocked on the door in question. No answer. Looking around I then slipped the card into the slot and swiped my way into her inner sanctum.
Inside I called out to confirm that I indeed had the entire suite to myself. As expected the apartment was empty but in complete shambles with clothes and luggage scattered all over the place.
Fortunately for me it didn't take long to track down her suitcase which I immediately riffled through, and quickly discovered her keys and wallet. I flicked through her IDs before I tossed them aside and rummaged further into her bag.
[b]I then found a small compartment where she kept more intimate apparel, and pulled out two very sexy lace panties - one of which was still warm to the touch.
The notion alone made my cock twitch and without realizing it I inhaled her musky scent and went over to the window to watch her group frolic around in the pool downstairs.
In all the excitement (beating off) it didn't even dawn on me that it had been a while since I had spotted Shruti by the pool. So when I suddenly heard the front door unlock behind me I almost jumped right out of my skin!
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I heard a female voice exclaim.
In an instant I dropped the panties in my hand and made a run for it - rushing for the balcony and hoping to scale the wall outside so as to climb onto an adjoining apartment.
It was a desperate measure but considering my main exit was now compromised it was my only course of action. Unfortunately for me the sliding door was snagged on someone's suitcase so I only wasted valuable time trying to open it.
"Whoa." Shruti haasan finally said as she entered the room and looked around. "Who the hell are you?"
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It was at this point that I finally gave up. They had seen my face. There was no way I was leaving the room without a security officer escort or a set of handcuffs.
"Wait a minute. I know him!" Shruti's friend claimed. "That's the guy from the lobby remember?"
"Oh-Yeah." Another chimed in. "That's the guy Samantha said was cute."
While the ladies speculated between themselves, I took this opportunity to jump over the coffee table and made another run for freedom, only to see the girls block my exit and slam the door in my face.
"Look. There's been a mistake." I tried to explain. "It's not what it looks like."
"Yeah right." One of the girls snickered. "It never is."
"You think you're the first guy who's ever snuck into Shruti's room before?" Another hissed. "Give us a break."
"I can't believe this is happening to me again." Shruti sighed. "What is it about Chennai?"
[b]"Should we call the cops?" Her friend suggested.
"Please. Don't." I responded. "It's just a big misunderstanding. I'm really sorry okay?"
"And I supposed this was a mistake too?" One of Shruti's friends said while picking up her used panties from the floor.
"You son of a bitch!" Another girl jeered from behind me. "How dare you go through our things like that!"
"What a pervert!" I heard one of them proclaim.[/b]
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