>>17335581Reggie is my lover... and a fiend.
Let me start from the beginning.
The year was 2004, and a new man had been hired to helm the public relations of Nintendo in the United States. I remember the first thing I thought when I saw him: "why are we letting a fucking nigger in here?". Reggie was walking around and mingling with the other Nintendo executives when he came up to me, and immediately shook my hand and patted me on the back. He was so charismatic, the look in his eyes told you that he meant business, and he would do whatever it took to get that business. I liked him immediately. "So young lady, how do you like interning here" I could hardly respond. His was voice was so in command, so powerful. I could only blush and stutter out "y-you too". Reggie only laughed and slipped me a piece of paper with his number, telling me that I should call him later. I called him the second he left the room. I was shaking as I listened to the phone ringing, suddenly unsure and unconfident in what I would say to him if he answered. "Reggie here". I nearly dropped the phone onto the ground. I began stuttering into the phone, gasping for something to say, when he just said "my place, now. You bring the stuff". Jesus Christ. This was what I had wanted, this is what I had been born for. I wasted no time driving to his apartment, speeding through every red light I could on my quest to be with him. When I knocked on his door, I heard giggling, the movement of a tumbler lock, and then the door opened into a pitch black room. I stepped cautiously in, and was suddenly startled by the sound of two claps (fucking American) and then the lights came on. Sitting there, illuminated by red lights, was Reggie, wearing nothing but a red silk thong. "R-reggie I" he grabbed me. So aggressive. I felt my hand move down his body, and then heard myself ask "Are you... is your body... are you ready?" Reggie smiled his wolf's smile, looked me straight in the eyes, and said "Ya sure i'm ready"
