Well, the very sexy man appeared for barely a second and yet he made a huge impact on the Sherlock fandom. Random sexy extra works at the bank, looks like Ryan Reynolds IMO, and his "name" created very interesting anagrams. :) Anyway, someone in the the fandom named the character Nathaniel so I'm using that *swoon. My Nathaniel is single, bisexual, and downright rocking his shirt and tie! Enjoy!

Random sexy extra

Tradesman, Ex, Oryx

'Don't sleep with the client. Get a grip!'

The bank official Nathaniel squirmed on the expensive chair and tried to think of cooling things as the potential investor paced behind her broad oak desk, in black pumps, a tight skirt, matching jacket, and glasses! Nathaniel was about to get her on board the bank when she with sure moves made his libido skyrocket.

"So, repeat for me the main reasons why I should entrust my money and time to a simple tradesman like you," the woman said with a husky and yet sharp voice that somehow reminded Nathaniel of his ex. And he was always turned on by powerful women who reduced him to a begging, panting creature.

"Ma'am, this bank can guarantee a generous interest to your investment, expected increasing results on the stock market and many other benefits," Nathaniel explained cautiously and the woman lifted an eyebrow at him.

"Benefits, huh? You make it sound so formal and boring. I demand an additional price before I agree."

Nathaniel swallowed, his shirt feeling tight. "What would that be?"

The woman gave a predatory grin and Nathaniel knew the oryx trophy on the wall was going to see some pretty depraved things.

Randy, Steam, Xerox

The door slammed shut and Nathaniel locked it quickly before turning to the randy and slightly confused cashier who had more or less been abducted by him once he sat his foot in Nathaniel's department.

"Don't you have something better to do, like creating accounts for South American countries?" the blonde man gulped before the bank official abruptly loosened the man's tie and began to devour the exposed neck.

"Don't you have an urgent errand to deliver to the banker here?" Nathaniel countered and thanked the architects the copy room didn't have glass walls like the rest of the office, because otherwise there would be mysterious steam on them soon.

"Ugh, oh God! You really intend to do it then; shag me in this room?" the blonde man blushed and his hardness bumped into Nathaniel's hip.

"Don't be bashful, love. I'm going to show you just how funny a Xerox can be," Nathaniel revealed with a low, dangerous whisper and reached for the man's fly.

Dream, Taxers, Onyx

"Please! I…I can't take anymore!" Alice, his date, sobbed and trembled on the wrinkled sheet as Nathaniel bent over her and soothed her with sweet mumbles but kept stroking her sensitive folds with a wet finger.

"Hold on. Don't let go just yet," he emitted and took his own advice to stave off his impending climax. And in his mind, Nathaniel began to realize that maybe this was his dream, to have a permanent partner to treasure and fill the empty space in his heart and large flat.

He swiped his hand over the open, velvet, ecstatic area between her thighs and with a loud moan she opened her eyes. Pupils blown and the emerald giving way for onyx.

His cock ached from denial and as Nathaniel settled between Alice's legs, he had to think of something unsexy, fast.

'Shit, shit, shit! Eh, what...? Taxers! Greedy, old, slow taxers!' And then both his thoughts and words became incoherent as he sunk into the silkiness.

What do you say? Send me a review! And expect Irene Adler for the next chapter.