Seeking Eternity

A Door Left Open

It was a long ride up even though in truth the private level existed only a couple floors above the club level.   The elevator door opened up onto the floor Otabek had yet to explore.   He had no reason to be here , as a new employee by following the rules he shouldn't be here at all.   Otabek had never been one to follow every single rule life handed him,  he and his friends had often done things that brought them problems if they were caught.  Nothing major, nothing that would gain them jail time.  They were always just having fun.   

But this didn't feel right.   Not at all.    

Stepping out into the hallway Otabek  felt his anxiety rising  little by little,  unable to shake any of it away.  

The elevator door closed behind him with a strangely abrupt finality. 

 No turning back now.  

He was only here to convey a message, nothing more.  All other attempts at contacting this guest proved useless and security was busy with other matters, or so he had been told.  He had no issues with Nishigori,  he was an effective security chief , easygoing with both employees and customers unless he was pushed.   Otabek had no need to doubt what he had been told was true and why wouldn't he be willing to do him a favor?  

It was quiet at first, thanks to the excellent sound proofing the rooms contained.  

That did not last nearly long enough.   

Staring  down the dimly lit hallway, the low noises slowly came into existence and he noted one particular door had been left half open.   One among the rows on either side to his  right, open just enough to let a sliver of light and low sounds to escape.    Muffled voices,  soft creaking of something ,  uncomfortably familiar things that made him almost turn away.  It seemed at first to be a impetuous  oversight perhaps made by those too caught up in passion to think of anything beyond seeking relief.     

Of course this would most likely be the one he was looking for.

The closer he got the more his apprehension increased.  From the moment Nishigori asked him for this favor he couldn't shake the feeling that something was not quite right about the situation.  He welcomed extra time for his break but this didn't seem like something he'd be asked to do, being such a new employee.  These people insisted on their privacy.  They paid for their privacy, after several forms and interviews.  The use of these room was not cheap, one paid for the room,the time and assurances of complete discretion.  

Why, then, would someone be so reckless as to risk their valued privacy?

The familiar sounds and smells drifted their way to him as he approached, adding to his discomfort. The closer he got, the clearer and more insistent they became. The saner part of his mind kept insisting  he should turn around, go back to the elevator and tell Nishigori to find someone else to pawn this off on.  He had no right being here.

He would be intruding on their private moment.    An unwelcome intrusion certainly.  

He should leave and contact Nishigori.

Why he couldn't accomplish that he didn't  know.  Truth be told nothing could have prevented him from walking to that half open door, allowing the muffled voices, sighs, moans, the creaking  and the harsh, overpowering mixture of sweat and sex to overwhelm him completely.

That sane part of his mind told him that standing here was enough, that he could just knock on the door, convey his message and get out of here relatively unscathed.  The faster he did his mission the better.