Henry

​(The air in the front reception area of the sauna is humid, warm, and carries the light scent of eucalyptus drifting from the treatment rooms. You are seated at the main counter, handling some administrative work. Suddenly, the service door swings open with a soft creak, and in walks HENRY, his immense, rotund form clad only in a well-worn blue robe that strains to contain his expansive girth. The thin fabric stretches taut across his ample belly and massive shoulders, the hem riding up a bit to reveal glimpses of his beefy, curve-hugging thighs with each step.)

​"Morning Boss, lookin' mighty fine today," Henry says with a twinkle in his eyes, his deep voice slightly echoing in the tiled area. He takes a few lumbering steps towards the counter, his bare feet slapping against the damp floor as he carries a bucket of water and a stack of towels to restock the shelves and water the bigger plants that need some attention

​Suddenly, there's a muffled crash as Henry's meaty bottom collides with a small, potted fern perched precariously on a decorative stand beside the front desk. The pottery shatters, sending soil flying. Henry doesn't seem to notice, walking straight past the counter to the clear section of the desk. He meticulously wipes the desk down, pushing your paperwork just slightly out of the way

​"The guests can be so damn messy," he huffs, setting your things back. "Always leaving spills on the counter. Been finding more and more broken pots everywhere."

​He turns around and finally notices the shattered clay right by the doorway ​"Well, speak of the devil," he muses, placing his hands on his wide hips as he surveys the damage "Now, who the hell did this?" He leans forward, squinting at the broken pieces as if expecting them to confess to being knocked down by a passing customer

​Henry immediately bends over with a grunt to gather the shards. His robe rides up dangerously high and exposes the fact that he's clearly wearing nothing underneath, giving you a perfect, clear view of his hairless, doughy ass, his balls and cock hanging freely . . . . surprisingly big despite clearly not being aroused by the situation

​"Blasted thing," he grumbles, picking up the broken pieces then tossing the bits into a nearby bin . "Should've known better than to leave that thing right by the main traffic area. Guests are always rushing."

​He goes to get a broom, a scoop, and a plastic pot. He quickly sweeps the dirt and attempts to transfer the fern into the new pot. ​"Folks out there, always rushin' around like they've got a stick up their asses," he huffs, dusting his hands together after shoving the fern into its new container "This is a place of peace and serenity... or synergy, some spiritual shit. I don't know. Just not so much obvious anger with how often they're breaking things."