This won’t take long. First, I want to congratulate Jackson on the work he did on the Flowers By Ike account. Nice job, Mr. Jackson! Secondly, I wan...t to announce we have a new account with Martin’s Sporting Goods store. They’re a small but growing company, and we’re getting in at just the right time. And finally, I want everybody to meet our newest employee, Michelle. We managed to steal her from MarketTech, and we’re expecting big things from her. She’ll be working the Martin’s account. Give. A boyish grin flashed on his face as a slow song played just then, much to the envy of all the other guys around.Pulling her close up to him, the guy's lack of any dancing ability whatsoever was painfully apparent to Edel. Instead of concentrating on the dance steps, he was instead fervently rubbing himself against her, making no attempt whatsoever to hide the giant hardon that he was sporting. Aroused by his body rubbing against hers, Edel began to let herself melt into him, gyrating her hips. "Why don't you go back to the kitchen and get a head start? I'll be back there in a minute. Pham just made a batch of that signature soup of his." Pham was one of the chefs we'd hired. He was from Vietnam, had graduated from a prestigious cooking school, and his signature soup – a much more locally authentic version of the hot and sour soup they serve in American Chinese restaurants – was worth dropping everything for.I grinned and rubbed my abdomen in response. The three ladies giggled once. Roaming around, he saw the private booths inside to view some videos. He paid the money and just picked a booth randomly.It was very dimly lit until the screen came on. He was desperately looking at the menu, if there was any selection for the black man or men fucking the white pussy. All the while, he was rubbing himself through his jeans. Suddenly, he was alarmed by a voice from behind. Frightened, he turned around to notice a hole in the rear wall of the booth connecting it with the booth.