So I work as a receptionist at this cute little photography studio in lower Manhattan. It’s cool. I love taking pictures so I like working in this field even if I only answer phones, greet customers and book appointments. The workers here are ok… I guess. Lol no seriously they aren’t bad but for some its obvious being at work is the highlight of their lives. Everybody wants to be in everyone else’s business. They live for the gossip. They want to know any and everything about everybody and then use it against them later. For this reason I have implemented the rule: NO sleeping with co-workers. It’s just too risky. Something can go extremely bad or extremely good (wink) and next thing you know the tape was mysteriously stolen and has gone viral or feelings are getting involved and harder to hide and everyone on the job can tell somethings up. NOPE! Ain’t nobody got time for that! See me, I want to know everything too but I’m not going to act like I do which why I know so much about so many people here. I stay quiet and just observe. Like I know that Keith, the self proclaimed “playa”, the “oh I had to quit that bitch cause she was just too clingy.”, or “yo last night was crazy, this Shorty in the club let me hit in the bathroom dun son!” is on the down low. Now Keith is cutey. He is tall and and skinny but muscular. He has a honey complexion and mahogany brown eyes. He’s into that retro look so he rocks his hair in a high top and wears high top Reebok sneakers. His wild sex filled night stories were very believable until he was using the computer last month and forgot to clear the history. And what was little Keith doing on the web you ask? Keith was watching gay porn! As in two men! I kid you not! I think he remembered and came back to do it but I was already on the computer. Yep I know your little secret Keith or is it KeKe! Why wouldn’t you wait to do that at home anyway? Were you that excited to see balls on the walls? I don’t know. Since then though he’s been real accommodating to me, bringing me cappuccinos in the morning, buying my lunch.  Maybe he thinks I’m going to leak his secret but I’m not like that but I’ll take that free lunch buddy. Anyway. Oh my god! This fine ass guy came into the shop today. He was around 5’8, a little shorter than id like but he still looked good as hell. He had a nice milk chocolate looking complexion, like he was made for licking. He was stocky. He had some muscle tone there but looked like he was a cheeseburger away from losing it all . Never the less he was still fine. He had a full, clean shaven beard which is a complete turn on to me. He was dressed nice too.  He had on a black button down shirt, black trousers and black dress shoes on. Oh did I mention men in all black are a COMPLETE turn-on to me! (Well most).  Uggh I love it. This was under his black peacoat, black wool scarf and hat. The only burst of color came from the bright red soles of his shoes and a tan shopping with the word “Louboutin” written across it in white. This however was not what got my attention. It was the glimmer of light that reflected of the shiny metal of his unzipped pants. That’s pretty much all it took. The sex sign is flashing. I have my newly acquired target locked and loaded and I’m ready to start my mission.