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Kelli had waited for what felt like an eternity before he heard any movement from the other side of the door. He stood up from the bed and tiptoed towards the door, hoping that whoever was on the other side would be able to help him out of this predicament.

"Hello?" Kelli called out, his voice barely above a whisper.

There was a grunt, and then a deep man's voice boomed back, "What do you want?"

Kelli was taken aback by the volume of the voice. His rescuer must be huge, just what he needed to get his big door open. He was glad that the resort had such kind and capable staff to send his way in his hour if

"I'm Kelli. I'm trapped in here. Can you help me get out?"

The man let out a dismissive snort. "You got yourself in there, you can get yourself out. Don't bother me with your problems."

Kelli felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had hoped that whoever was on the other side of the door would be kind and helpful, but it seemed that this man was everything he’d hoped for. Playful, too! Kelli decided to play along.

"I've been trying to get out for half an hour," Kelli said, his voice quavering. "Please, sir, can't you help me?"

There was a pause before the man finally responded, "Fine. Stand back from the door."

Kelli stepped back, his heart pounding in his chest. He heard some noises from the other side, and then a loud thump as the door burst open. He finally got a good look at his rescuer, who was a burly man wearing a white tank top that showed off his muscles and tight blue jeans, torn at the knees.

Kelli couldn't help but feel a little impressed by the man's imposing figure. "Th-thank you for getting me out, sir" he stammered.

The man just grunted in response. "You owe me for this, you know."

Kelli felt butterflies form in his stomach at the man's words. He wasn't sure what the man meant by that, but it sounded exciting. He’d never had a friend like this before, big, imposing. Whatever he was up for, Kelli wanted a part of it.

The man stepped into the room and assessed the damage. "I'm gonna have to fix that door handle," he said, his voice gruff. "And you're gonna have to pay for it."

Kelli's heart sank s but. He didn't have much money, just the cash he’d earned the night before. Perhaps he could pay for the door in some other way. Maybe a cup of kindness would do the trick.

As the man bent down to start working on the door handle, Kelli offered the man a drink. "Would you like some water or something?"

The man scoffed. "Water? Do I look like a fucking pansy to you? Make me a cup of coffee, slut, and make it quick."

Kelli rushed to the kitchen, his heart racing. He started brewing a pot of coffee, elated that he might have found a way out of an expensive bill, perhaps salvaging his vacation.

As he waited for the coffee to brew, Kelli watched the man work, his craftsman’s fingers moving like poetry. Maybe he’d still end up settling the bill, maybe he’d end up owing the man. Whatever the case, Kelli was sure that between the two of them they could work something out.