Time to take some models' photos!

You whistle a happy tune as you enter the elevator, watching as the other people sorted in. It gets real tight inside, as the elevator rides up. It seems to be a daily occurrence everyday, but every damn day you feel some girl or guy just conveniently grinding their butt right into your crotch, even on days where the elevator isn't so busy. Today it seems two people were double teaming the accident as some pale red haired model and some petite sexy little dude. You have learned not to grow a massive erection when this stimulation happens, but still it does arouse you to know that women and men are wanting to do this. When you get to your floor, as you exit you feel a swat on your ass. You just smile and walk to your office. Your secretary gets up and takes your jacket. Leah Welch was former model which took a job as your secretary, probably at first as a sad attempt to seduce and sleep with me, but two years later she was doing a really good job. Also something about manipulating women with your looks was a crazy turn on. Not to say she was losing her looks, she was a blonde coloured girl, big chested and slim, just getting into her thirtieths year, you are glad for the girl that she went into modeling and not into porn. "Mistah Nkundlande, you are needed right on the photo shoot, there was schedule bump." You shake your head, "God damn it, alright I'll be right there." You walk to the photo shoot, damn you can't remember who the model was today...