Use Once and Destroy

A black guy, who works here for a year already, opens the massive goldish door and Dux enters the building with your hand in his. Your hand is shaking, little pinky floating in the air as it slips out of Dux's manly hand, but he doesn't care. You both get to the 65th floor and in few seconds you're already on your knees, next to luxurious bed, covered in white sheets and decorated with shiny golden frame. Dux's thumb is in your mouth, his skin merging into your teeth. He doesn't smile, not even once. Never. He's the Dux, afterall.