Enter our protagonist, mild-mannered Doug Tate.
To look at him, as he walked into the business office, there was nothing at all remarkable about Doug. He was average all over. Average height, average weight... even his hair was an average color somewhere between light brown and dirty-blonde. The most distinctive thing about Doug were his black wire-rimmed glasses which gave him a slightly hoot-owlish look. Dressed in a boring brown business suit and tie, a casual bystander would never guess that Doug had quite a large secret hidden beneath that average exterior.
Doug was a SuperHero.
And not your normal, run-of-the-mill, stopping criminals and fighting SuperVillains kind of SuperHero. In fact, neither Doug nor his alternate self had ever been in a fight in their lives.
But when Doug Tate came near a sexually frustrated female, his Extra-Sensual Perception would perk up and he knew he had to get to a bathroom (or any other private area) quickly because he was about to turn into every sexually-charged woman's fantasy male...
Mr. Sexsational.
People did not shout his name to the skies, he was never featured in any respectable newspapers (although some tabloids had picked up the story). No no, Mr. Sexsational was the kind of SuperHero that women whispered about to each other over the water cooler at work, stories of his exploits were often spread only through word of mouth... a friend of a friend had been saved from her sexual dissatisfaction... some woman the other office over... a teacher at the next school...
But you (my lucky reader!) are in luck! Doug Tate, a.k.a. Mr. Sexsational, has just entered the outer office of Mr. Vince Walters. As soon as Doug opens the door he can feel his Extra-Sensual Perception tingling, and as he approaches the desk where the young Ms. Brianne Languish is sitting he can feel it getting stronger and stronger.
Knowing what an important meeting this is, Doug tries to push down his natural SuperHero tendencies, using his briefcase as a natural cover. He clears his throat and tries not to look at the porn that Ms. Languish is hastily X-ing out of on her computer.
"Mr. Doug Tate here to see Mr. Walters," he announces.
"Yes sir," Ms. Languish's throaty voice was full of sexual need. She tossed her lustrous brown curls over her shoulder as she looked up at him with hazel eyes through thick black lashes. Her breasts threatened to pop open the buttons on her sweater as she inhaled, pouting her moist lips at him and showing just the tip of her pink tongue.
Doug knew that as his regular self he wasn't really anything special to look at. Her sexually-charged behavior could only come from one thing.
This was a young woman in her twenties who was not sexually satisfied.
This was a young woman who WANTED to be satisfied.