Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This story was written for Galva82 and is dedicated to him. The celeb choice and themes were his ideas, enjoy!
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Nassau, Bahamas
Loud voices echoed in the distance, with the sound of feet stomping and rolling carts through the main lobby. Friday had come, marking one of the busiest days at the Rosewood Baha Mar hotel. Anyone who worked on staff for longer than a year learned to deal with the many guests at the end of the week. Just as soon as the paychecks were cashed, it was time for a long weekend. Overtime was available if someone was willing to go for the entire seven days. It was easy when you had your own residency suite at the hotel itself. The job had become a walk of life for the employees who had been there longer than twenty four months. From the main lobby to the staff rooms, the giant resort seemed like a small world once someone learned their way around the buildings long enough. Someone who went by the nickname 'Big Boy' understood the size of this place.
Life was good, according to Scott. Or at least that was what he had to tell people who hated this job. After the early morning shift, he was spending his break time across a hall from the main lobby. He stood near the doorway where two vending machines sat. He had just put a dollar in one to purchase a Butterfinger bar. As he stood there, Scott chewed the candy bar piece-by-piece. He did not have a care in the world today. His chubby frame was fully exposed in his work uniform. The buttoned up white shirt was tucked into his black pants. If not for his chubby belly sagging forward, anyone would be able to see the chrome-plated custom belt buckle he wore over a black embroidered belt. In an oval shape, six letters made the words 'BIG BOY' in capital letters across the plate. It was the one piece of custom jewelry he wore as part of his work uniform with a sense of pride.
Few people seen the belt buckle, not that Scott cared. The only person who ever asked him about it was his friend Anthony. He could still see the other man rolling his eyes when he showed him the decoration. Scott could never forget that one week Kate Upton spent at the hotel. She gave him the nickname 'Big Boy' due to his excess weight and the other big thing besides his stomach. He was so proud to know he was one of the luckiest men in the world to bang that busty supermodel. As time went by, he took the nickname with heavy hubris. Only Anthony knew the meaning since the two of them had shared a few affairs together with models over time. Their first adventure involved Kelly Brook. The last one was Kara Del Toro, whom Scott took great pride in knowing he gave her more thrills than his friend achieved. It was a friendly rivalry of sorts in those rare circumstances when they were in the company of certain guests.
Anthony was the only friend Scott had left in life. He could be rude and arrogant at times, but Scott ignored that. He saw something good in Anthony. Most of their coworkers went about their days with no regard for friendships on the job. Scott and Anthony had a different outlook since they lived at the hotel as residents. The job was all they ever knew in the Bahamas. They were both single men in their twenties, quickly approaching thirty before they would know it. On a bad day, they could easily remind each other about the good times that began two years ago. Remember when we banged Kelly Brook? Or what about the time we fucked Kate Upton? How about the time Gianna Michaels was escorting at the hotel? Kara Del Toro was the name they rarely reminisced over. Scott knew better than to rub it in on his friend. He would always have that one over Anthony, knowing he was the better man in the bedroom, according to her.
Two years had passed since their first affair with Kelly Brook. The incident with Kara was a year ago, as it was the last time either of them had gotten laid. Good times did not come often. Scott cured his lonely nights the old-fashioned way. He enjoyed sitting in bed at night with his laptop open as he jacked off to his favorite social media models. He made sure to order Kelly Brook's recent 2024 calendar as a reminder of that lucky weekend. For the past several months, Scott had taken a particular interest in Demi Rose Mawby's massive ass. If only she would check in to the hotel, he may finally be encouraged to lose over a hundred pounds to be able to give that booty the fast pounding it deserved. His phone wallpaper was a picture of her huge tits and lovely face. There were other models Scott took an interest in, but he always went back to the only three he could say he banged. Anthony was annoyed at how much he liked to brag. He enjoyed reminding Scott that no one would believe them if they told their lucky stories.
Kara checked into the hotel solely from word of mouth from Kate Upton. That made Scott and Anthony both wonder if Kelly Brook had any modeling friends back home in England. Would she sing praises to her female friends about the two men? Anthony figured it was a long shot, but not Scott. He was a dreamer and preferred to live in fantasy while stuck at this job. They had to have made an impression since Kelly and Kate wanted more than a single night with them, or so he told himself. As he stood against the wall, finishing the Butterfinger, a mischievous grin ran across his chubby face. He was thinking about his friend, whom he had not heard from in four days. Anthony had to leave work for a family related emergency involving his father. It would be his first trip back home to the US since leaving college. Scott did not envy him, for neither of them wanted to go back home any time soon. With Anthony gone, he had no one else to socialize with in the passing days at work.
"Hungry again?"
A voice alerted Scott as he turned to see his supervisor, Dave, standing next to him. The older man looked unimpressed as he gave him a dirty look.
"Yeah, I'm on break right now."
"So, I've heard."
Dave was known as a stern, rude manager. Scott sighed in anticipation of the usual lecture and cheap joke about his weight. The older man enjoyed bragging about how he could still surf in his sixties and was in good shape. It was just another way of reminding Scott how obese he was. Not that he cared to be lectured by this old fart.
"Do you need something, Mr. Dave?"
"I'm looking for someone to take over room service duties for the evening. Gerald got sick and had to call off a few minutes ago."
Gerald was one of the many employees, like Scott, who worked alternating shifts. His name was familiar, but Scott was rarely on shift with him.
"Can you finish the day on room service?"
"Yeah, sure."
The old man nodded with a little smile. He knew Scott would never say no. That was the only reason he went and bothered him on break. At least he did not make any more remarks about his weight. When he walked off, Scott sighed and tossed the candy wrapper into a trash bin close by. A few guests walked past him. A man and a woman wearing swim trunks and a bikini. The woman gave Scott a dirty look as she caught him gazing at her ass in a red two piece swimsuit. All he could do was grin back at her. On a boring day like this, he wished Anthony was around to shoot the breeze with. Even if they just talked about the normal day-to-day shift, it beat having to do everything on his own. At least he was getting paid, or so he had to remind himself. Anthony liked to miss days and even break on shifts sometimes when he would just skip time. Scott never did that. He only took sick days off if he truly came down with something contagious. This was simply one of those days on the job where time could not go by faster.
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2 HOURS LATER
Loud clanking echoed down the hall for no one to hear in the empty silence. Scott sighed as he checked the rolling cart. The sounds belonged to a metal tray filled with a bucket of ice and a bottle of wine. Dave did not inform him that no one else was working room service on the lower floors. Scott was stuck all by himself, tending to various calls that required him to make routine stops in guest rooms. It would have been nice if someone else was sharing the shift with him, but he knew better than to complain. The last thing he wanted was to get publicly chewed out by a manager. This was not the first time Dave had stuck him on a shift where he had to do everything by himself. Scott fell for it time and time again, never thinking when he accepted that this would be another day of hard work. Much of his frustration had to do with a cart with a loose, squeaky wheel. It made matters difficult to turn around in halls and leave elevators.
Replacing the cart would require a phone call and a trip to another floor. Scott hated bothering the other employees on room service duty. He tried to make due with the cart by pushing it at slow paces. This only made the squeaking sound louder. The noise was grating to the point of sounding like fingernails scraping across a blackboard. A few hours into the shift, he noticed that the time was 3:14. Just a few more hours, and he could clock out since his regular shift was from seven in the morning to five in the evening. He reminded himself that things could be worse as he opened the door and carefully pushed the squeaky cart into the hall. A short trip to the elevator was in store. Luckily, no guests would be joining him since the hallway was empty. This only made the squeaking of the cart sound more irritating as it echoed in the distance. Scott let out another sigh once he reached the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor.
A woman ordered a bottle of wine a few minutes ago. To compliment her request, Scott scooped enough cubes to fill a small metal bucket of ice. A simple wine goblet was wrapped in a fancy napkin, also sitting on the tray next to the bottle and bucket. When the doors to the elevator opened, Scott braced himself for the screeching sounds that would soon be heard. The hall was empty, like the last one he departed from. He let out a sigh as the loud noises annoyed him to no end. Forcing a smile, he continued to slowly push the cart as he turned his head to look at the numbers hanging on the doors. Once he reached room 532, Scott sighed in relief. He stopped pushing the cart and walked around it. As he turned, his fat stomach rubbed against the side of the tray, nearly knocking over the wine bottle. Due to the squeaking sounds, he did not want to push the cart into the doorway. Raising his hand, he cleared his throat and began to knock on the door.
"Room service!"
