January 2, 2006, I had just entered the Manhattan high-rise in the heart of Times Square where I work. I was the founder and CEO of Goodfella$, a successful American men's magazine. Everybody in the building acknowledged me because I am the playboy known as the Nature Boy. I knew most of the women in my company, married or not, would sleep with me for bragging rights or career advancement. I often heard rumors about the women speculating the size of my dick. Hey, I cannot help if I had a noticeable lump running down the leg of my suit.
I boarded the express elevator and right behind me was a brown-skinned woman. She reminded me of those models that posed in men's magazines. She was about 5'7 with shoulder-length blond hair and a flawless, shapely figure. She looked very nice in her button-up dress shirt and jeans.
"Oh, my God, you are the Nature Boy!" She said in an exciting voice. "Wow, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Kim. I love your Goodfella$ magazine."
"Thanks, Kim." I shook hands with her. "I'm happy to have you as one of my biggest supporters."
"I love your work." She admitted.
As the elevator proceeded to rise, I became more aroused. Then suddenly, the elevator came to a halt. Kim was so frightened that she literally leaped on me like a pet dog. I loved the way her round breasts felt on me, as I consoled her.
"Don't worry; young lady." I told her.