Kenya sighed as she stared at the tiny ripples suffusing through the gentle aquamarine pool water. She stared into the water, her reflection staring back blankly. Her shaved head gleamed in the golden hour light and her muscular frame was coiled up tight into an awkward ball of pensive thought. You know what you told your Dad was right, a disembodied voice in her head whispered to her. It did little to relieve her guilt nonetheless. Fights between her and her Dad weren't a rare occurrence at any rate- well, they hadn't been ever since... She wiped a stray tear with one of her manly paws. No, she was done crying with that memory, she'd shed too many tears thinking about it.
She sniffed uglily as a soft hand came from behind to rest on her shoulder. The fingers were stubby lengths of a burnt umber complexion, adorned by jade rings and trinkets that led to a myriad of multicoloured bangles on the wrist. The pudgy arm leading to it was swathed in a material of bright patterns and intricate weaving indigenous to many West African nations. Kenya turned round and observed the heavyset body and native dress, admiring the figure's buxom body and voluminous curls cascading down their scalp. She examined the person's face, noting the handsome features and light stubble planted atop it. Though the skin of his face was tanned darker than the average Caucasian, there was still quite some contrast between the chocolatey skin around his chin, ears and temple to the forefront.
"Hey," the matronly voice emerging from his rugged mouth coyly said, "Mind if I sit here?" Kenya turned and shook her head- she didn't want this cute guy thinking she was some kind of emotional wreck. The dude huffed as he plumped his mammoth behind on the tiled poolside, dipping his painted nails into the cool water. He flashed her a reassuring smile as he used his dark cankles to force a tiny wave to the other side. They sat in silence for a minute or two before the man finally uttered, "I'm Drake by the way. Nice to meet you,..."
Kenya stayed silent. Her gaze stayed firmly affixed to the pool. Drake rolled his eyes as he playfully nudged her shoulder. "Come on, you gotta give me something to work with here," he laughed, "Alright, I'll start: this is my third week working at this joint and I've got to admit, you're the first beautiful girl that I've seen sit here alone and just think." Kenya blushed.Drake waved his hands apprehensively as he continued, "Not to say that's a bad thing! No, I think that it's a good thing that you're here! I mean..."
Drake groaned exasperated, unintentionally eliciting a tiny chuckle from Kenya. "See, that's better," he grinned. He re-positioned his plump physique as he scooched towards her, scolding himself for not wearing a bra whilst he used his hands to rearrange his Brobdingnagian breasts. A light breeze picked up and the inky wisps of his hair rustled in the breeze as he stared wistfully over the hotel grounds below them. "Sometimes I come here myself, just to remind myself how small and insignificant I am in the wider scheme of things," he lamented in his soft Nigerian accent. "There's something about knowing there's more to life than your own problems that just relaxes me."
The wind whooshed quietly as they both sat silently and enjoyed the tranquillity. Suddenly a wry smile stretched across Kenya's face. "So you think I'm beautiful?" Drake smiled again. His flabby arm cradled his hip effeminately as he cocked his head to one side. "Aha, so she speaks!" he laughed triumphantly as they both devolved into a momentary fit of giggles.
Drake held out his palm. "Let's try this again," he said, "I'm Drake, Drake Adderley, lifeguard and general heartthrob."
Kenya took his small hand into her own and replied, "Kenya, just Kenya. And why does a hotel and casino need a lifeguard anyway?" Drake laughed dolefully with a sad smile. "Let's just say we're more useful than we're given credit for. A lot of people try a lot of stupid things, whether out of ignorance or arrogance, and Mother Nature is one cruel mistress."
"But what about your... size. Wouldn't it be hard for you to jump in and swim to rescue someone?"
"Geez, insulting my weight and my life-guarding capabilities?" They both laughed, Kenya chuckled genuinely for what felt like the first time in a long time. Drake grinned from ear to ear as he gestured at his rotund motherly build. "Yeah, sometimes the extra mass is a bit of a nuisance but it has it's pros; I can clear space quicker because it's easier to see me in the water, my body's soft enough to cushion the victims bodies and," he said as he jumped in the pool with a loud splash and revolved onto his back, "if I turn round my blubber acts a buoy!" Kenya giggled heartily as she whipped off her soaked wife-beater and wrung out the chlorinated droplets.
"You're a jokeman," she laughed as he clambered out of the pool. She tossed him a fresh towel as she admired the way the drenched clothing clung to his voluptuous bod. He thanked her before they both sat on one of the benches reserved for the waiting area. He shook his head ferociously, scattering water from his curls in every direction like a dog after having a bath. "Refreshing," he exhaled as he slunk backwards into his seat. "You have to try it tomorrow when we open up."
"I'll check my calendar," Kenya remarked. There was a mischievous twinkle in Drake's eye as he said, "Better make a reservation between twelve-thirty and two. Otherwise you won't be able to see my handsome mug in action on duty." Wistful silver eyes met downcast brown eyes for an extended moment, neither party seeming to be willing to pry theirs away. Kenya shifted apprehensively in her seat, edging closer with her mouth slightly aghast. Just as they seemed to be centimetres from sealing a kiss, Drake suddenly cast his head down leaving them both flustered and embarrassed. Kenya cursed herself for her eagerness while Drake meanwhile twiddled an inky wisp of hair between his ringed fingers nervously.
"Let's not rush into anything," he spoke in a soothing motherly voice, "What are you, like sixteen?"
"Seventeen, but I'll be eighteen in five months so I'm basically an adult."
Drake snorted innocently as he tied his long locks into an impromptu ponytail. He hopped off the bench quickly, staring deep into Kenya's eyes as he said, "Basically isn't the same as definitely. But who knows, anything can happen in this place. Remember, twelve-thirty to two. Maybe we can talk about why you came here in the first place." Drake grinned for the last time, gesturing with his thumb and pinky for her to 'call him' before sashaying away in his open-toed sandal pumps. Once he was completely out of sight Kenya squealed excitedly. Her guilt from before had completely escaped her mind. She sighed as she pictured Drake’s figure in her mind, her phallus throbbing eagerly as he pictured scenarios of them both stealing another intimate moment.
Meanwhile in another hotel room a few floors up ahead, a slightly aged woman by the name of Mrs Adesina stirred in her bed. She’d taken a quick nap to recover from her long flight and yawned as she rolled out of the linen sheets. She gave a quick kiss to her husband’s forehead before she groggily tiptoed her way to the bathroom, scratching her tanned ballsack idly as she went. The rough stubble on the underneath of her chiselled jaw ended abruptly as it met up with her meaty brown face caked with heavy blush and thick eyeliner. “Ugh,” she groaned in a manly Bermudan accent as she scratched her bulging Adam’s apple. She tousled her messy brown hair before reentering the room and lying back next to her sleeping husband, both parties completely oblivious of her strange facial predicament.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
