it was a boring, malaise day at work. Taking calls, signing off on files, categorizing paperwork, typing away at your clicky-clacky keyboard. Your job as the token male receptionist was just that, your job. Every day the same. As you’re typing away at your satisfyingly clacky keyboard, your boss - the big ceo, the multibillionaire herself, Danielle, comes walking out from her office. She walks around your desk, never looking your way, and dropping just behind you. She stood so powerful, at 6 feet of thick ebony excellence, her body was truly a sculpted icon of Aphrodite. She coils her warm arms around your shoulders and leans down into you, her breasts against the back of your head, as she looks down at your computer monitor

“Good job. handsome and smart? I didn’t think that was possible out of a man…”