Eurovision queen

chapter 4

The next morning, they both got up early because Maggie did not want to miss the hotel breakfast. She came downstairs with no makeup and wet hair, which was something she usually did not do.
Simon thought that breakfast would have been something like last night, where it was cooked to order, but he learned that it was a much more informal buffet. On one table, there was an array of cereals in large dispensers, jugs of different milks and fruit juices, there was yoghurt, mixed seeds, whole fresh fruit, mixed and chopped tropical fruit, croissants, Danish pastries, cheese and cured meats and breads. He would have been happy with just that, but on another table there were an array of hot foods, kept under cloches.
Maggie did not bother sitting down. She headed to the cold section straight away. She came back with a large bowl of sweetened cereal swimming in whole milk and a large glass of orange juice and sat down. Simon was relieved she was being relatively sensible. He did not want to be embarrassed by her greed, like he had been last night.
He fetched himself a modest bowl of unsweetened cereal and semi skimmed milk. He added some of the chopped fruit to be decadent. By the time he arrived back at the table, the waiter had brought them a coffee pot and Maggie was pouring it into cups. Her bowl was already empty. How could she eat so quickly?
He sat down to eat and Maggie sprung up, “time for round 2!” She said with a cheeky grin.
Simon watched her heading towards the hot food. She was going to end up fat if she wasn’t more careful with her diet.
He had finished his cereal and was enjoying his fruit juice when she returned with two large dinner plates piled high with greasy fried food. She put one plate in front of Simon and one in front of herself and sat down. He sat looking at it for several seconds. He could not eat all this for breakfast! He’d already eaten as much as he would have on a normal day.
“You don’t have to eat it all, she told him, “I’ll finish off what you don’t want!”
He looked up and saw someone else coming back to their table with their plate piled high, just like Maggie had. Others were returning for refills. He picked up his knife and fork and gingerly cut off a small piece of sausage.
Meanwhile, she was nearly halfway though her plate, shovelling it in mouthful after mouthful. There was sausages, bacon, scrambled egg and fried egg, baked beans, tomatoes, fried bread, mushrooms, black pudding, hash browns. He picked off what he considered to be the best bits. He liked his bacon thin and crispy, not thick like this. He preferred his eggs boiled or poached, not scrambled or fried with dried up yolks as they were here. He only had a mouthful of beans and picked at the mushrooms And left the rest. By then she had finished her plate. She swapped the plates over with relish, then squeezed out a good amount of tomato ketchup over it all and tucked in.
He thought she was bound to be finished by then, he watched her mop up what was left on the plates with a piece of bread. She had grease stains on her tee shirt and egg yolk on her chin. It was a good job they had not come down dressed in their finery ready for the meeting!
She stood up. He thought she might want to go back to relax in their room, but she announced it was time for round three!
This time she came back with a plate of toast and another plate of pastries. She slathered two small pats of butter on one slice of toast and topped it with marmalade. He took one slice of toast off her plate. She slapped his hand lightly. “This is mine! If you want toast, you can go and get it yourself!”
He pulled his hand away. He would not bother. He thought she’d brought enough back to the table for both of them. He should have known better.
When she was finally satisfied that she’d sampled everything that was on offer, she headed back to their room with a big, full belly, sticky fingers and grease stains down her front.
She lay down on the bed as soon as they got back, her round, satisfied belly was very evident. She wriggled her trousers down and lifted up her tee shirt to give it more room. She flirted with him, knowing he would be turned on by the product of her gluttony.
He looked away. He was conscious of the time. They had two hours to get ready and find this studio. If he looked at her too much when she was like this, he knew they’d end up back in bed. They didn’t have time!
Maggie was much more relaxed. They’d order a black cab from reception. The driver would know where to go. There was no need to panic!
Still, he refused to gaze in her direction. He opened the patio doors and went out onto the balcony to avoid looking at her. It was time to get ready. All he had to do was put on a smart shirt and a suit. She still had to do her hair and make up and find something to wear that was not ridiculously tight.
As he had predicted she started getting ready when he showed no interest in her. She did her hair and makeup first, then started trying clothes on. Everything she had brought with her was on the small side. She’d put so much weight on recently, she admitted without shame. Maybe she had overdone it a bit at breakfast. Her skirts were so small the zip would not fasten. Anything with buttons was no good as they gaped and emphasised her size.
At the bottom of her case, he found a pair of stretchy jeggings and a loose fit tunic. They were not ideal for the meeting, but it was all she had, so it would have to do.