Context:
Zach sat on his office desk angrily yelling at someone over the phone. He had only gotten this internship because of his father's connections and didn't actually care to do a good job. He knew he would get a good-paying job right out of college anyways.
Zach had his own office and had already spent one month of the summer wasting the bank's time and money. He even had a great view from the 50th floor. Despite being an intern, Zach was also given a managerial role for some reason. He often didn't treat the accountants, who were much older than him, with respect. He barely got to know the accountants in the month he's been there except for one, Mark.
Mark was a twenty-six year old black accountant who had been working for this corporation for four years. Zach was just twenty years old. Mark had been brought up by a middle-class black family and lived in a pretty good neighborhood his whole life. Mark decided to start lifting his first year of college and now had a very respectable physique. Mark had a girlfriend and things seemed very promising up until Zach was given the internship.
June 25 - Monday:
Zach arrived at his office at around 11:30 in the morning. He never bothered much with showing up to work on time at 8. His slender body looked very good in his tailored navy blue suit. His hair was messy and long so he didn't put full effort into looking professional. His black shoes were extremely well polished and his shoe tips looked just like a black mirror. He closed the door and walked over to his desk carrying his brown leather briefcase.
Mark could hear Zach's footsteps and the leather briefcase squeaking a bit. He hears the footsteps get louder. Where was Mark? Mark was under Zach's desk. The 5'10" muscular black male was squeezed inside the old fashioned wooden desk. Mark always had to wait for Zach every morning on his hands and knees under the desk blindfolded.
Zach took a seat on his black leather office chair and put his briefcase down. Mark could only be seen from the chair's point of view, Zach couldn't even see him when he was sitting on the chair. Zach gave Mark a kick and Mark repositioned himself to sit down with his neck arched forward, still under the desk. Mark began to polish Zach's shoes. Mark had been trained so well to shine shoes that he could do it blindfolded.
"Lay down!!" Zach told Mark without looking at him.
Mark started to stretch his legs and finally relax his neck. Mark's muscular black thighs surrounded the office chair and only the belly button and above were still hidden under the desk. Zach sees that Mark is wearing black pants today. Zach places his feet on Mark's abdomen and Mark behind to undo the laces. He removes Zach's shoes to reveal Zach's stinky socks. Zach's ego of himself was so high, he believed he had no bad stench at all. Many black males have proved him right by being addicted to his body scents before. Mark begins to massage Zach's feet as he remains still blindfolded.
After an hour of mindless massaging Zach is hungry after just browsing on the internet instead of working. He orders Mark to put his shoes back on and he obeys. Zach stands up and pushes his right foot on Mark's crotch. Mark moans in pain and does nothing to remove Zach's foot.
