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Dreaming of fuckin' ..............
THAT NIGGA IN THE MAIL ROOM
Authored by AD Black .Copyright 2007. Web-Orion Internet

My name is Eric Williams, I work in the art department at a downtown law firm. Yup, you might have guessed, I'm one of only a handfull of bruthas that work for the firm, and most def one of the ONLY ones who aint trying to kiss ass, you know, the Clarence Thomas type uncle sam mutha fucka that every job seems to have.

"Eric, haven't you rendered that new design for me yet??!! I need it by 2PM.", arrogantly asks Richard McCollough, A partner in the firm's intellectual property department I dreadfully work at.

"Richard, I told you already, your in the cue man, I cant brush aside other priorties just because, you are pressed for time", I confidentely state, feeling as though i've put his bitch ass in his place. He stares at me with an almost evil glance then turns out and storms out of my office.Aside from the far-to-often asshole attornies that comes storming into my office, my job is nice, pays my bills, gives me money to get my chronic (every Friday-Saturday), catch a good movie, buy some tite gear, and enjoy the good life, but its boring as fuck. Working around arrogant attornies who want a nigga to jump whenever they say jump, fuck the fact that I have other projects that need to get done.Just when I was considering finding another job, Kerigan Stethers walks in the office with this incredibly muscular, brutha who's chest was bulging out of his dress shirt, I thought "God damm, who the fuck is this nigga?", apparently he was a new addition to the firm's mail proccessing center (main mailroom). Kerigan walked him around key departments in the firm, introducing him to various management and other personnel that the mailroom regularly picked up mail-items for outbound delivery. Everybody has a fantasy of gettin' they freak on with somebody. The funny shit is that my dream nigga literally had just walked through the door: 6'4 229, muscular, carmel chocolate mutha fucka with a tite bald fade, goatee, nice smooth skin, lucious full lips, and a fucken perfect smile. The brutha knew he was incredibly handsome. After I picked my fucken tongue up off the ground, Karigan walked over to the art department, introduced this new brutha to the management and they walked, seemingly in slow-motion, in my direction, talking to one another smiling and obviously engaged in small talk. I quickly turned my attention to my computer as if not to notice the two of them.

"Hello Eric."

I looked up and noticed Karigan and this walking god standing 3 feet or-so from my desk."

"I have a new hire i'd like to introduce you to. Rajeem, meet Eric Williams Senior Designer in our art department. Rajeem is a new addition to our mailroom and will assist them with all the new business the firm has acquired. Rajeem, you'll be interacting with the Art department frequently and Eric is the man to know." I made eye contact with this nigga and felt as though he could see through my eyes, into my mind, and read the thoughts I was having? Can this nigga know I think he is the finest mutha fucka i've seen in years?

"Nice to meet you Mr. Williams.", this chocolate god said beeming from ear to ear, showcasing his flawless pearly-white teeth.

"Call me Eric Man." I quickly respond to let this nigga know that i'm down to earth type nigga.

"All right then Eric, its nice to meet the man to know. Whatever you need, im your man. Just press *57789 on the firm phone system."

I stood firm, shook his hand, and made eye contact for what seems an eternity. Man his eyes are a beautiful shade of dark brown. I was really gettin off on being this close to this hot ass nigga.

"Come by my office when you have a moment Eric, I want to talk to you about a new recruit in your department", Karigan said as both her and Rajeem continued on their rounds. I watch this tall nigga as he left the office, man what a fucken sight: 6'4 muscular and this nigga's back is nice too. He was wearing the fuck out of them slacks too. Feeling them out in everyway. I could already tell from the front he was packin crazy, but from the back this nigga is sick! He had a phat round muscle booty begging to breathe in them slacks he had on. The slacks were not 'too tight' but just right, and they hugged every square inch of this niggas incredible booty. The brutha had that flawless juicy track booty. The kind with dimples on the side. His highly defined back, and the arch in his back, put even more emphasis on his god-sculpted ass.

The rest of my day seemed to pass extremely slowely all I could think of was Rajeem and how fine this nigga was. "Aiight Eric", I told myself. "We aren't going to get hooked on a nigga that may be straight for all I know". I told myself constantly to keep it professional and dont allow myself to be tricked in to thikin this nigga could even'remotely' be down with fooling around.

"5:30pm, allright yo, my man,, im out of here", said Kent one of the Jr. designers in my department, pretty smart white boy, who is a bit annoying, and every know again has "wigger" moment where he tries to be down with the bruthas.

"All right man, lol, take it easy. see you monday." I said comically. Monday? ahh I had forgot it was actually friday! Oh its on! Weed man here I come (lol). For a minute, I forgot all about Rajeem and focused on the weekend coming up.

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