The rumor had gotten around that I was about to select people for a plush assignment at work.
Being Assistant Manager in charge of the project, which meant unlimited overtime, I was getting smiles and hellos from staff who normally wouldn't give me the time of day.
The staff was predominantly female, about 75%, and I had often fantasized that women would make advances toward me for favors, but it never happened.
Married, 48 years old, and average good-looks, occasionally a few women would idly flirt with me, but nothing overt.
On this day, I sat at my desk, 6 foot, 180 lb, white guy, vested suit, enjoying my sudden popularity. Women stopped by my office to say hi, and wish me a nice day, smiling sweetly.
At break time, Brenda showed up at my door. "Hi, busy?"
Brenda is black. Dark, rich, smooth, even black skin. Always dressed brightly, make-up just so. I knew her to be 42 from her records, but she told everyone she was 32 and everyone believed her because she looked so good. She's a full-figured woman. That is to say, about 5'7, 175 lb, nice round tits and ass, and she has a sexy way about her.
"No, come on in," I replied. Brenda liked to flirt with me, but I tried to not get involved only because I thought she may be serious. In front of others, she called me Mr. Orwell, but in private she called me Harry.
"I brought you a little something," she said, smiling, her teeth so white against her dark skin and deep red lipgloss. From behind her back, she pulled a white bag and placed it on my desk.
I opened it and there was a glazed donut and cup of coffee. "Oh, Brenda, I can't take that. Thanks, but I have to pay you for it." I didn't accept gifts. It could lead to accusations of favoritism.
"Oh, pleassssse! Harry, you never let me do anything for you!" She put on her little girl pout, which I found arousing, but I explained about my rule. "Well, I won't tell anybody, that's why I made sure no one saw me!"
I really wanted the coffee, and finally agreed, "...but just this once, okay?"
Brenda was all smiles again. "I hope you like black....the coffee, I mean! Giggle!" She covered her mouth in feigned embarassment, but her eye winked at me.
I shouldn't have, but for some reason, I said, "I happen to be in the mood for black today!"
"Oh, Harry! You're so bad! Heeheehee! I made it sweet, too, so you'll think of me, get it? Black and sweet!"
"I'm sure it'll taste just right, Brenda, thanks."
She waved, and said, "See you later, Baby! Have a good day!" and she was gone, leaving me with half an erection and a cup that would send a diabetic into a coma.
At the end of the day, the parade stopped by on their way home, making sure to wish me a good night, except Brenda. I went to work now that it was quiet and I was alone. This was when I got things done.
The janitors emptied the waste, and moved on. It was 2 hours after work when I heard the elevator bong and the clop of heels down the hall. "Oh! Harry! You're still here!"
I looked up to see Brenda's smiling face. Her speech was slurred slightly and her eyes were glazed. "Yes, trying to catch up on work. What brings you back at this hour?"
She stepped into my office, a little wobbly. "I was down the street at Happy Hour when I remembered I left something in my desk. I hope you don't mind..."
