The First Candidate: Antoine Jefferson

The first candidate was Antoine Jefferson. He'd lived in that ratty apartment complex his entire life. He was 45, built solid, a full 6'5 and 250 pounds. He was a chef, a talented one with an eye for delicious Carolina lowcountry food. But he'd never had a speck of luck. Or, to be more frank, a speck of privilege. He could have been a renowned chef with your advantages.

He was also clearly potent. He was seeking Douglas's help with the child support and alimony obligations that were crippling him. His ex-wife, Ladonna, was 42 years old and they had five children together from a ten year marriage. He'd lost his last attempt at a restaurant, having been evicted for non-payment. Now he was running a food truck, and barely staying afloat. He explained all of this to the sympathetic Douglas. He looked at the picture on the desk. There was his lawyer, with the most beautiful white woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Busty, fit, pale white skin ... this motherfucker was so lucky and he didn't even know it.

"That's quite the beautiful wife you have there," Antoine said. His cock was getting hard just thinking about this woman. The things he'd do with her. The things he should be able to do with her.