The Secretary

Aaron Lancaster stretched out, trying to shake off the midafternoon doldrums.

"Lancaster," his boss, Morty, said, looking at him expectantly. "You look like you're about to nod off."

"No, not at all, Sir," Aaron said meekly.

"Hmph," Morty said, looking down at the weak, effeminate employee. "Well, no matter. Meet your new secretary, Betty duBois."

Betty was dressed in a sharp black blazer, with a green undershirt. She was curvy, with an ample bosom and a round ass. She was older than Aaron, with a serious expression on her face.

"Mr. Lancaster," she said dispassionately. "I'm here to give you direction. Your work is ..." she paused, eyeing the white boy.

"Weak," Morty finished.

"Indeed," Betty confirmed. Aaron looked up at this ebony Goddess. Oh fuck, he thought.