Lord help me! I can’t believe this is happening to me. My mission crashed and burned before it even got started. So that fine ass guy dressed in all black that came into the studio was nothing more than a dirty trick from the devil himself. Let me tell you what happened. When he came in the studio he stood close to the front door looking around as if he was searching for someone. At the time there were one or two stragglers walking around but it were mostly us employees sitting and standing around. At first it seemed Mr. In All Black didn’t see who he came for. (thats not his real name!). He stood by the door for about two minutes searching. It is company policy to greet customers as soon as they enter the studio so I should have greeted him by now but I was completely fixated on his unzipped pants trying to imagine the length of the muscle that lurked in the darkness behind that opening. Mr. In All Black noticed my gaze. He followed my stare and looked down at his open trouser and looked back up at me. I should of looked away but I decided to play bold and looked him straight in his eyes. What he did next almost made me leap from behind the receptionist desk and jump on him right there. Instead of pulling up the zipper up to mask his manhood with a slight bit of embarrassment like a normal person, Mr. In All Black looked up at me and smiled. He smiled one the sexiest smiles I have ever seen in life. He didn’t even attempt to fix his zipper. Then he and his sexy smile began walking over to me. My heart started pounding. I didn’t care what he was coming over to say. My answer was YES! Mr. In All Black walked up to my desk, leaned in and was about to speak. He opened his mouth and out of nowhere I heard somebody yell “Yo! What’s good son!”. It was Nasir, my assistant manager and favorite co-worker. Mr. In All Black turned away from me and went to greet Nasir. It turns out they knew each other well. I was a little upset at first but then realized I could just drill Nasir for info on Mr. In All Black later. They stood laughing and talking across the studio for the next fifteen minutes or so. It seemed more like an hour. I decided to give them ten more minutes before I interrupted . A minute later I had enough. I wanted his attention back on me. I looked for an opportunity and found it! There was a woman who came in a wanted to find out some info on having some pictures taken for some job she was trying to get. I wasn’t really paying her any attention until now. So I put on my best “help a customer out” voice on and walked out from behind the receptionist desk. I was so happy that wore my favorite black slacks to work today. I already have what most men refer to a a “phatty” but the fit of these pants that I purchased from Macys three months ago made it look even “phatter”. I look like I have a video vixen ass in these pants. I told the woman to have a seat and I’d go get her some forms. It just so happened that the forms was near where Nasir and Mr. In All Black were conversing. So I walked over and pass them without even making eye contact. I wanted to see if he noticed my big brown round but I needed a reason to turn around. I picked up a form, turned in the woman’s direction and held the paper up. “This one right?” I yelled. She shook her head yes and shrugged at the same time with a confused look on her face. I knew she didn’t know what the hell I was talking about but im glad the bitch just went with the flow. It didn’t matter though. I saw what I wanted. Mr. In All Black was looking at my phat ass. In fact he was gently biting the corner of his bottom lip while looking. He wasnt even trying to hide it. Got him! I held my excitement in as I went to walk back over to the woman waiting for the forms. As I was passing them Nasir stopped me. He said “Phil, this is Raheem”. I smiled and said hello. I thought he must of asked to be introduced to me. (I can be so vain) The next words out of Nasir’s mouth however quickly put me back in check. “Raheem is going to be working with us. He starts next Monday.” If I had holy water I would have thrown it on him and watched him burst into flames. But the only flame I saw was the ones from the sign of sex dimming in my mind.