“And how many days will you be staying with us, Mr. Cline?” the receptionist asked, looking bored as she popped her gum.
“Three days,” the burly Ork replied with a broad grin.
The crowd gathering behind him pressed forward. The hood pulled down on his head and the dark sunglasses concealed his face, but the mention of his name drew their attention like a rapidly-spreading wildfire. A group of four men who had entered the lobby separately began to move to the edge of the crowd around the powerfully-built figure, expressions of concern upon each mans’ face.
He waved them back with a large hand, and pulled away his sunglasses. A collective gasp rose from the crowd.
“I’m just visiting for a bit folks! I wanted to make sure that everyone here had a great weekend! Rest, relaxation, and maybe a bit of a party! I know all of you work so hard, and I wanted to let my people know how much I appreciate them!”
A woman in the crowd shrieked, “We love you Gary!”
The four men pressed closer again, but one young woman slipped past them.
“Can I have your autograph,Mr Cline?”
The Ork grined.
“Where do you want it honey?” he replied with a deep resonating growl, reaching into a pocket of his track suit to pull out a black pen.
The young lady pulled the front of her shirt down, exposing a sizeable portion of her full breasts.
Gary Cline smiled as he marked his name on her flesh.
“Now this is the life! So, what are you doing later tonight, honey? There’s going to be a party at my cabana!”