Watch over Paul and Priya

“Let’s put a raincheck on that,” you told the limber young blonde. “Today is Priya’s day.”

Jaimie nodded appreciatively at you putting your friend over a quickie. “Another time then.”

You had the feeling that you might be partially to blame for Paul and Priya’s current behavior, therefore you felt the responsibility to look over them and make sure they didn’t do something they would regret. Priya giving Paul a handy under the table was right on the cusp of that. You’d have to intervene if things escalated.

“Paul?” Priya’s mother asked, noticing his face. “Is there something wrong?”

“Uh… no, Mrs. Kumar…” Paul replied, trying to keep up a poker face even as it was flushed red. “Just got caught off guard by the… ah... spices…”

Priya’s dad chuckled. “Can’t take the heat, hmm?”

“I… guess naaaah…. Ahem…not…” Paul stammered as Priya became extra frisky with him. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. You could tell she was tugging his lobe between her teeth as she pulled away because Paul’s head followed for a brief moment. “I uh… excuse me…” Paul muttered as he stood up and gestured to the bathroom. You didn’t want to bring attention to it, but you did notice that he remained hunched over as he quick-stepped away.

“Your man doesn’t seem to be able to handle the heat, Beti,” Mr. Kumar told his daughter. “One of many things he cannot handle.”

Priya rolled her eyes, “Oh, Papa-ji, you don’t know Paul like I do. He handles heat VERY well.” She made grin which Mr. Kumar did not like the look of. He frowned which only made Priya grin even wider.

“If that is the bar you hold your men to, I have failed somewhere in raising you, Beti,” Mr. Kumar huffed, dismissing the matter. He picked up his drink and took a long swig as if trying to wash away the failure.

“Now, Pati, this is Priya’s day, let’s not get into this now,” Priyas mother chided.

Mr. Kumar raised his hand in resignation and said, “Alright, dear, I am on my best behavior today!”

“Well, I’m going to check on my poor, fragile man…” Priya stated with dripping sarcasm. She stood and gracefully left the table.

Priya’s dad started grumbling in Hindi as Priya left, gesturing towards his daughter. Mrs. Kumar consoled him in the same language. Through their gestures alone, you got the impression this was a long worn out argument with Mr. Kumar being exasperated by his daughter’s behavior and Mrs. Kumar trying to simmer the flames. It was one thing to be able to take the heat, but Paul was being subjected to a volcano here.

It was time to wingman for your friend.

“You know, speaking of taking the heat, Paul can be a pretty brave guy,” you interjected. The Hindi conversation stopped, so you rolled on. “There was this one time we were out camping; overnight, really roughing it, tents, backpacks, no electronics, just us and nature. We’d caught a bunch of trout out in the lake, too much to eat in one sitting, so we put the leftovers in the cooler for the morning. That night, I wake up to this heavy breathing, like a big dog pant, sniffing around. But this was way bigger than a dog! It’s shoving its body against the mesh lining of my tent… It’s threatening to smother me under its size! Then, it sticks its nose inside, sniffing around…”

“What was it?” Diya asked, pulled into the story as well.

“A big black bear!” you revealed, stretching your arms out to its approximate size. “The thing must have smelled the fish on my clothes or something and it wanted a taste!”

“What did you do?” Jaimie asked, also enthralled by the tale.

“I froze! What can you do against a 500 pound beast that could crush you just by sitting on you?” you replied. “I was right up to the thing, I could smell its breath! From the way it moved, I could tell that one swing and it could knock my head off!”

“So then what happened?” Diya asked.

“Well, there I am, ready to yell for help at the top of my lungs, which may not be the best move, when suddenly, I heard a clanging noise from outside! Then I hear Paul yelling! He’s yelling at the bear to get its attention! The bear pulls its head back outside and follows the noise. Seconds later, I hear Paul whispering to me in the tent, “John! John! Get up!” “I’m up!” I whisper back. He then says, “I got the bear distracted, run for it!” So I get out and we run for the literal hills and hide out there until daybreak!” you chuckled as you recollected the memory. “Hoo.... we go back to the campsite and the place is trashed! The bear rooted through all our stuff, tents ripped up, firepit trampled, fish, which Paul had dragged away from camp to lure the bear away, all gone, with the cooler bent out of shape!” You turned to Priya’s dad as you capped off your story. “If Paul hadn’t been level headed and brave enough to confront that bear like he did, I don’t know WHAT would have happened to me!”

Mr. Kumar sat, stone faced, throughout your sordid tale. He remained silent for a moment longer as the story settled with everyone at the table. Finally, he said, “It sounds like a couple of fools to me.”

You bristled at his summation. “Fools?”

“Yes, a couple of fools who would think they could go out into the woods with no precautions and nature would welcome them with open arms,” the security expert determined. “No research on how to stow away your food, no deterrents to keep pests away. Foolishness!”

“Well… we didn’t really plan on taking the trip, it was sort of a last minute decision,” you added. “I’m sure if I’d given him more time to prep, he would have had something for nosy bears.”

“Mhm... “ Mr. Kumar hummed dismissively. “That is your friend in a nutshell, a pushover that gets taken advantage of by his friends.”

You were about to shoot back in defense of your friend when you felt a hand on your wrist. You turned to see Diya had reached over. She gave you a serious look and shook her head slowly. You thought better than to shoot your mouth off at the boss of practically everyone in the dining hall and sat back in your seat.

Satisfied that he had made his point, Mr. Kumar switched to a lighter disposition as he called out, “Bring out the dessert!”

Mr. and Mrs. Kumar went back into a conversation between themselves as you recouped from your exchange. You felt another hand on yours. This time it was Jaimie. “Sorry your friend has to deal with that,” she said sympathetically.

“That’s actually daddy being nice,” Diya revealed. “Priya’s last boyfriend got the dogs sicced on him! We have German Shepherds.”

“What did he have against the last one?” you asked.

“He caught them making out,” Diya answered.

“Just… making out?” you restated, dumbfounded.

“Well, she was still in high school at the time. This is why I’m not allowed to date,” Diya sighed.

“So… if your dad caught Priya doing MORE than making out?” you wondered aloud.

“Oh… Daddy’s got a collection of military guns…” Diya noted in a serious tone.

You swallowed dryly as you realized that Paul and Priya had been gone for a while now. “I’m going to check on Paul…” you said as you brusquely pulled yourself away from the table and speed walked over to the washroom.

You arrived at the men’s room with a man waiting outside.

“Sorry, pal, gotta get in line,” he said, pacing back and forth.”Some joker locked the door and tied this cloth to the handle. I got someone coming with the key.”

You looked at the door and instantly recognized the pattern and fabric of Priya’s sarong dress. You nearly facepalmed. You saw the restaurant employee walking up, holding a key. You instantly stepped in his way and snatched the key.

“Hey!” the waiting patron protested.

“Sorry, pal, my friend is in there and he wasn’t feeling well going in, you’re best off finding another restroom,” you explained to him, then, without waiting for a response from either of them, you unlocked the door and went in. Just as quickly, you closed and locked the door. You held your back to the door to keep them from barging in, but the lock seemed to be sufficient, so you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, hey, John!” Priya said.

You turned to find a naked Indian girl leaned up against the sink counter, getting stuffed by her boyfriend.

“Pri! Paul! What are you two doing?!” you bemoaned.

Paul looked around curiously, then replied, “... Isn’t it obvious?”

“Pri, you left your dress outside! What if it was someone else barging in on you?!” you asked.

“Yeah, like the sock on the door: Do not enter! I thought that was a universal thing,” Priya said, still bouncing from Paul’s thrusts.

“That is not a sock and this is not a college dorm room,” you said, feeling like you should not be the one making these arguments. “And you’re both out here in the open for everyone to see? You didn’t think to at least hide in a stall? It’s like you want to get caught!”

“Mmm…” Priya giggled. “Kind of adds some extra spice to the act, doesn’t it?” She smiled and gyrated her hips with more gusto, leaning her back against the mirrored wall to push her hips against Paul’s.

“Mmm… yeah... “ Paul agreed, increasing his tempo. “Such a naughty girl!” He thrust to emphasize his statement. “Fucking in the men’s washroom!” Another thrust. “Like a horny slut!” Thrust.

“Oh fuck yeah! Give it to me!” Priya encouraged, biting her bottom lip. “Give it to me before daddy comes in and finds us!”

“Oh yeah…”

“He’ll have his men beat you down with sticks for touching his little girl…” she teased.

“Oh.. that sounds horrible… but so hot!” Paul said, pushing in deep.

“He’ll probably have you castrated!” Priya moaned.

“I don’t want that! Ohhh…!” Paul groaned. “Why does that thought make me so hot?”

“What have I done?” you lamented.

“Relax, John, we just need a couple of more minutes… I’m almost there…” Priya said, running the sink so she could drizzle water over her body. “Maybe you could join in if you want to speed things up?”

If it would make things move along faster, then you would only be doing your duty as a good friend and wingman, you convinced yourself. You step away from the door and approach the couple when the door banged again. This time, there was a voice you recognized.

“Pri? Is Paul ok?” Called out Priya’s little sister. “I can look after him for you. Daddy wants you out greeting the guests…”

“I’m cooomiiing….” Priya called out, melodically, not grasping or caring about the seriousness of the situation. She let out a moan that echoed in the tiled room. Paul moaned as well, then grunted as he filled his girlfriend full of his seed. “Mmm…” Priya concluded, taking deep, slow breaths. The mirror she had been leaning on had fogged up, leaving the condensed form of her back and head imprinted on it as she hopped off. She was about to step out of the room before you had to interfere.

“Hold on! You can’t go out like that!” you told her, waving your hand at her nude body.

“My dress is out there,” she stated simply.

“Just give me a minute…” you said, slipping out the door and closing it behind you in one smooth motion.

“Oh!” Diya cried out in surprise. “How’s Paul?”

“Oh, he’s just swell…” you mumbled, fumbling with the tied up dress behind you. “Actually, truthfully? It’s kind of a mess in there… best you not go in…” You cracked the door open just enough to stuff the dress through. You felt it get tugged away and shut the door again. “In fact,” you said in a higher octave, “Paul and Priya should be washing up right now!” You heard a rush of water and towels being pulled out of the dispenser.

“O...K…” Diya said, a little confused by your behavior. “Well, Priya still needs to come out and meet with the guests. Dad’s pretty strict about putting on airs.”

“Your dad seems pretty strict about everything,” you muttered.

Diya giggled. “You’re not wrong. But, this is basically a business event for him, so we need the guest of honor to come out to be paid respects to. You know how it is.”

“Not really, but I think I get the idea…” you admitted. “You don’t find this all a bit stifling? Being used like a tool for your dad’s business?”

“Oh, I can’t wait to move out,” Diya agreed, “Jaimie is actually offering to let me room with her next semester. I don’t know if I could though… her place is kind of small. My room is actually bigger than her whole apartment. That and it’s not like I have a job to pay for my share of the rent.”

Before you could continue with the conversation, the door opened behind you. You turned around to see Priya, back in her dress. Her hair was a little out of place and she had water droplets on her arms, but she was at least presentable.

“Hey, sorry for the wait. Paul should be doing fine now,” Priya said. “Now, I’ve got people to greet. If you’ll excuse me.” She gave you a smile and headed out. Diya went with her. You poked your head to find Paul fixing his hair in the mirror.

“I hope that’s out of your system,” you remarked.

“After the gym and this? It sure is, bud!” he replied, splashing water into his face. “Priya on the other hand is a freaking jackrabbit. She’s probably going to want to go at it again after we leave!”

This new information had you concerned. If Priya wasn’t fully satisfied, would she be looking to take risks out with the other guests around to witness? She seemed to get off on almost getting caught. What if she were to try something with one of her father’s employees? That would cause a whole mess of pickles! You felt a chill run down your spine. If you were going to save Paul and Priya’s relationship, you needed to do something about this.