Chapter 2 - managerial apology

The receptionist beside him meant well, but was new. It would have taken a lot more before he'd ever resort to security. Besides, the resort, and his skill in bed with desperate men, had a reputation to uphold. However there was still the matter of the chub. He knew why he was here, and so, went to his go-to manager and managed to get the room number.

"One-thirteen huh?"

As he looked down at the post-it (no one communicated directly on this, nor was anything discussed electronically) he realized that this room, while not a luxury suite, was the best sunset view room on the beach side. He had to have made this reservation months in advance. Despite not being their most...costly room, it was the most sought after.

Two sharp knocks...

"Hello," came the friendly yet... unsurprised reply as the cute fatboy answered the door.

He'd been expecting me? Jeez...

"Hi, management sent me to make sure you were comfortable in your amenities. We're very sorry about the incident that many of our clientele witnessed in the lobby. As well, is there anything else you might need?"
At this point, the receptionist expected this lard ass to grab him, pull him through the door and start a half-assed make out session. Instead,

"Actually there is something you can help me with. Apparently one of the hotel cleaning staff left a cart of cleaning supplies in the bathroom. I'd cart it out myself but I don't think your manager would like that."

Unsure of how to respond, he said "Oh...okay. Yeah, I'll get right on that."

Not two seconds after the door had shut came an unnervingly steady-voiced command:

"Keep the door unlocked."

The receptionist raised his eyebrow,

"Um, I know why you're here. Pretty much because you can't get any. Might as well get this over with before you have a heart att..."

"I just saved your ass you ***."

The receptionist was a little nervous at this point,

"Saved my ass?"

The chub gave an exasperated sigh and turned around with what seemed like an honest, cheery smile, and sarcastically spat back,
"That new receptionist that you switched places with? She's a plant by the deed owner of this place. She's trying to catch you in the act so he can oust everyone involved, including clients. Look in the bathroom."

The stud scoffed and went over to the bathroom. There stood a rather dirty plastic utility cart full of Windex, Bleach, anything that could a typical hotel maid would use.

"Okay...what's the point?"

The chub continued,

"In another five or six minutes she's going to be up here with a camera hidden in a welcome package, so forget trying to hide. You are to refuse it and tell her exactly as I say if you want to keep your lucrative job as hotel whore!"

Asshole! How did he know all this shit?

"Okay, what do I say?"

"Tell her that you were "apologizing for the mishap in the lobby and that you brought a resort welcome package" for me. There's one sitting in one of the luggage bags that you can use. After that, inform her that you came in to move the cleaning cart that was left in the bathroom."

The receptionist looked to the rather large piece of open luggage that, sure enough, had the welcome basket in it.

Reading his perplexed look, the chub said,

"I'll explain later, just do it."

A few seconds later, three soft knocks were heard from the door.