Once upon a time, there was this chronically bored man named Stephen Verdieu. He is a big and tall black gentleman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Stephen works as a security guard, and he is frequently bored, as it's one of the dullest jobs in the world. At the call center where Stephen works as a security guard, things are incredibly boring, so the brother now makes his own fun...
Like a lot of folks who graduated college or university in the City of Ottawa and haven't been fortunate enough to get city jobs or government jobs, Stephen Verdieu is stuck at a job which he absolutely hates. He can barely pay for his apartment, groceries and utilities with this gig. The brother wants to escape from Ottawa and move to Toronto or Boston, anyplace more exciting. Sadly, he's almost always broke...
After the Provincial Liberals raised the minimum wage to fifteen dollars an hour, a lot of people rejoiced and rent-a-cop Stephen Verdieu was one of them. Of course, it wasn't long before the cost of goods went up. Stephen and other working-class bozos like him are right where they frigging started. Sometimes life simply enjoys kicking a man in the nuts...with steel-toe boots.
Security, retail work, coffee house servers, those are the jobs that await recent graduates of the Canadian Capital's higher education system. Either you get a city job, a government job, or you're doomed to be one of the proletariat. Isn't that peachy keen? Stephen Verdieu absolutely hates his job, his semblance of a life, and the City of Ottawa. Around here, everything sucks...
Like every town or city on the planet, Ottawa is divided between the haves and the have nots. There is a surplus of educated people, those between the uncertain ages of twenty-something and thirty-something. The Canadian government sector is full of old white people who refuse to die or retire. As a result, the younger, more racially diverse crowd, toils away at lousy jobs while waiting for their moment in the sun...
Stephen Verdieu began working as a security guard as an ambitious young man nearly a decade ago. It's how he paid for his studies at Canada's Capital University. Stephen told himself that he'd quit security and find a better job as soon as he got himself a university degree. Fast forward almost a year after graduation and Stephen is still working as a rent-a-cop...
Stephen shares his duties as a security guard at the call center with two other peons, an old black dude named Aden and a creepy, grumpy old white dude named Dimitri. The only thing Stephen likes about working as a security guard at the call center is the fact that he's got a computer with Internet access in front of him. It makes the long boring hours on the evening, overnight and weekend shifts go by quicker.
The other thing about Stephen is that he's got a wild imagination, and a fluctuating sex drive. Stephen was quite sluggish during the winter, feeling low on energy, but now that things are warming up due to spring, he's starting to feel like his old self again. Stephen works with two individuals who actually tickle his fancy, and like the adventurous bisexual man that he is, our hero decided to see what he can get out of them...
"Hello mon amie," Stephen said to Mariam Etienne, and he smiled at the tall, curvy, forty-something Haitian cleaning lady with the big round butt. Stephen is always happy to see Mariam, who's easy on the eyes, even if she sometimes annoys him with stories about her issues with her neglectful husband, a shmuck named Karl whom Stephen has never met.
"Bonsoir, fre mwen," Mariam replied, speaking the Haitian Creole language which Stephen understood all too well. Stephen looked at Mariam as she signed the handbook which all cleaners were required to sign upon entering the call center to work. On that day, Mariam looked great in a dark blue work-shirt, too-tight blue jeans, and sneakers. Got to love my Haitian MILFs, Stephen thought, smiling.
"Sak pase?" Stephen asked, and he braced himself for Mariam Etienne's inevitable spiel about her life, her work complaints, her marriage, and all that jazz. As is his custom, Stephen would listen to Mariam's rants. The lady was interesting, and in Stephen's private moments, thoughts of her curvy body provided much fodder for his masturbatory fantasies. If Mariam only knew...
"Nap boule," Mariam replied, winking at Stephen, a gesture which had the brother feeling a tingle down below. Mariam grinned, and Stephen suppressed a sigh. As much as Mariam liked to act like the prim and proper, church-going Haitian woman, dutiful wife and mother, Stephen could sense a certain naughtiness underneath. It's what drew him to her...
"Nice pants," Stephen said, with an appreciative glance at the back of Mariam's jeans. At the moment, she was facing away from him and looking at the new sign that the contractors installed a few hours prior at the call center's entrance. Mariam's big round ass appealed to Stephen immensely, even though, lately, he'd been experiencing certain different desires...
Stephen Verdieu is a bisexual man, as previously stated, but that doesn't mean he's tight with the mainstream LGBT community, which he considers to be both racist and Biphobic. Stephen definitely prefers the ladies, for he checks out big-booty women all damn day, but he simply cannot get rid of his subtle, but ever-present, attraction to tall, masculine men. That's the beauty of bisexuality, as they say...
"Hello there," came a deep masculine voice, and both Stephen and Mariam looked up as Ishmael came near. Tall, burly and brown-skinned, with an enigmatic smile, Ishmael greeted his co-workers warmly. Stephen checked out Ishmael, who'd been working out since splitting with his girlfriend Kristin, and now looked buff. The things I want to do to that body, Stephen thought lustfully.
