"Why, hello, Gregory!"
"Oh! Uh..." By god, nothing could prepare me for that voice... "Hey, Ivana..."
I swear, even when I was already talking with Ivana, her voice was startlingly rich. It didn't help that her bombastic curves were standing only a foot away from me when I shuffled myself into the path of her glow, gazing up as she played with a lock of her hair, smirking.
Thanks to two years of work I'd gotten used to any sight of our behemoth guests lumbering around in the halls, barely able to fit through a handful of doorways, but no matter how many times I'd see Ivana swaying around in the casino, I'd still get double takes. Not just because she was so big, but how asymmetrically proportionately she was.
From the waist up she had the body of a supermodel: a flat stomach, nice, weighty breasts, raven black hair and a white coat that was never not pristine, (often courtesy of me) but everything below was the sole reason she'd blown up to the thousand-pound club. It wasn't even just gravity pulling down the belly fat and stuffing some junk in the trunk; whether or not it was a miracle of genetics or some weird kind of strategic dieting, Ivana's arse was utterly gigantic, a size worthy of being copied off any of the other usual customers and pasted on somebody thin.
Thankfully, she'd never weaponized it, like any other guests with a rump that big, or eyes that fluttery...
"I must say, it's wonderful seeing you drop by! How are you?"
"Oh, fine, just...dandirino. You're the one who called me up, huh?"
"Mm-hmm!" She hummed, nodding slowly. "Come, we'll work in my room."
With a grace unhindered by her weight, Ivana spun around on one foot, letting her ass sway from side to side as much as possible as she strutted towards the other end of the casino, flicking her tail out so it'd coil around my head and tug me along her wake.
"So, what'd you have in mind for me to be today?"