An E&I Enterprises Story
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Kim's story
Prologue:
The three secretaries squirmed in their chairs as the well dressed black men moved through the office towards the meeting room. These meetings of the inner circle of E&I enterprises happened about once a month and the women weren't used to being in the presence of so many powerful men at once. Each of them prayed they would be asked to service one or more of the men when the meeting was over.
"Welcome gentlemen," said Solomon King as Bull held the door for the men.
The men all took their seats and gave the state of their departments reports with Solomon interjecting questions or comments from time to time. Eventually the speeches made their way around the table to Tyrone Jones.
Tyrone cleared his throat. He was head of E&I Modeling which was a front for the adult entertainment aspects of E&I Enterprises. "The state of E&I Modeling is excellent," said Tyrone. "Revenues have increased 4% since last month. Our websites and magazines have now captured 51% of the adult market locally and 6% nationally. Enhanced men are slowly replacing regular men as models and actors. A recent internet pole shows that 97% of subscribers believe black men are better endowed and have more stamina then whites.
The only problem is the recruiting of fresh young women. The appetites of our internet subscribers to see innocent young women turned into sluts is insatiable. It takes some time to seduce and/or blackmail them. However, an employee, Ann Dutton has come up with a brilliant idea to recruit some new talent."
"Yes," said Solomon stroking his goatee. "I'm looking forward to meeting some of this new talent. Your up Henry. I've saved you for last."
Henry McGraw, the only white man in the room shuffled his papers. Henry had been a brilliant chemistry student until he got expelled for making the date rape drug. He had gone to work for a drug lord setting up drug labs throughout the city until Solomon recruited him to duplicate the X-serum. He was not the only white man working for E&I, but he was the only "enhanced" one and the only one allowed into the innercircle.
"Financially after expenses, research, and expansion funds, we only have enough to produce 10 shots of the X--serum a month. That number is expected to double in 18 months. Unfortunately, it still costs a million dollars to produce each shot with no sign of the cost coming down in the near future. The other problem with the x-serum is that its benefits are not passed on to our progeny. Research on a super X-serum is still a long ways off."
"And the Y-serum?" asked Solomon. The Y-serum was a female version of the X-serum.
"Yes," said Henry smirking in triumph at the group. "I am pleased to announce that a prototype Y-serum has been developed." Henry waited while a few of the men gave him a smattering of applause. "Please gentlemen," he continued. "the final version is still a ways off. The prototype is non-permanent and has no regenerative affects. However it does have two features that may be of use to us. The first effect is that it causes women to be in a constant state of arousal, thus weakening their will power. The second effect is that the female hormones in the prototype cause males to have erection problems. I haven't decided whether to call this Xcite or Anti-Viagra." He paused while the men laughed. "The other benefit is that it may be ingested and it relatively cheap to produce."
"Excellent," said Solomon. "I believe we've found a solution to your recuitment problem Tyrone."
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The door of the bus opened and the girl walked out, staring in awe at the towering skyline of New York City.
"I want to see, I want to see," said the girl behind her pushing her way out.
Five girls exited the bus and moved out of the way for the other passengers. They looked around at the masses of people on the sidewalk, the traffic, and the immense buildings.
"Looking for me?"
The girls turned and squealed with delight as Ann Dutton ran up to engage them all in a group hug. She was followed by a well-dressed, handsome black man with a grin on his face.
"Oh Ann," said Lara Sadler, the current Miss Teen Idaho. "It's so nice to see you. I hope you don't hate me."
"Of course not Lara," replied Ann. "I couldn't fulfill my duties for the pageant so they removed me from the post." In truth, the judges had received compromising pictures of Ann with the black men she worked with.
"It was all mysterious and hush hush," said Lara, "but I'm happy for you. You look fantastic, so elegant."
"Thanks," said Ann. She was wearing business professional attire to impress the girls. They were all eighteen, but Ann felt so much older then her peers as their naive faces stared at her in awe of her new life in the big city. "This is Latrell," said Ann introducing the handsome black man. "He is chief photographer for E&I modeling."
"A pleasure," said Latrell smiling and nodding at the girls. "I see potential in all of you. You're all going to make a lot of money."
The girls all looked thrilled. "Alright here is our itinerary," said Ann. "Our benefactor is putting you all up in one of his townhouses. We'll go drop your stuff off and then you'll have some time to rest before I pick you up for dinner tonight. Tomorrow, we'll be doing interviews and take some test shots of you all, then you can have the rest of the day to sight see. If all goes well by the end of the week some or all of you might have some nice fat modeling contracts to sign. Our benefactor, Mr Solomon King is one of the wealthiest men in New York. He has connections in the music industry, broadway, and even films. He is the man who can make all your dreams come true."
The girls beamed and some applauded. "This way," said Latrell pointing towards a large limousine parked at the corner. The girls eyes grew wide at the sight of the limo and they locked arms and walked over to the car. "Any guilt?" asked Latrell pulling Ann aside.
"Not at all," said Ann, her forced smile turning into a smirk. "I hate all those bitches. You don't know how cutthroat pageants get. I guarantee that little bitch Lara gloated when she heard about my losing the Teen Idaho crown."
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Tyrone checked the live feeds to make sure everything was working properly. He glanced at the counter on his screen. Close to a thousand people had logged on to see the new girls. His screen showed a map of the townhouse. He clicked on the rooms. making sure the hidden cameras were all working at the E&I voyeurcam website. The townhouse was an old dormitory. It had four bedrooms, a bathroom with a large group shower, and a small kitchen. He clicked on the foyer link just as the door opened and the first of the girls walked in quickly followed by the others. His cock started stiffening as he saw the innocent young beauties.
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Kim's Story:
Kim Preston followed the rest of the girls into the posh New York restaurant. The others were all paired up into their little clicks. Kim wasn't popular among the girls and she didn't give a shit. She was a loner and her only concern in life was getting the hell out of Idaho. The others considered Kim a slut, but she wasn't. A slut slept with anyone, Kim only slept with men who could further her career, like the pageant judges and she hadn't actually fucked them. She had gotten by with giving two of them blow jobs. If she had gotten to a third judge, she might be the reigning queen and not Lara Sadler.
And speaking of men who could further her career. Solomon King, was the biggest, handsomest, black man she had ever seen. He had a sexy goatee and a shaved head that made him look virile. His expensive tailored suit and his very demeanor seemed to exude wealth and masculinity. Kim knew an opportunity when she saw it and made sure she had a seat beside him at the table.
Other then Ann and the five girls there were two men at the table. One was Solomon the other was Tyrone Jones. He wasn't a good looking man, but he was also very powerfully built and Kim labled him as opportunity number two should Solomon not pan out. The waiter was also a tall, muscular black man named Rashidi. He was a good waiter even to the point where he kept their glasses constantly full of water. A grossly obese black man, apparently Mr King's bodyguard, stood by the door, but did not join them for dinner.
Dinner went well. Kim flirted with Solomon every chance she got. Tyrone gave a short speech about what he wanted from his girls. Solomon also gave a speech and welcomed them to E&I Enterprises. The only sour note occurred after dinner. Rashidi was serving coffee and spilled some on Michelle's purse.
"You stupid ni....," she said pausing for a second before resuming, "nincompoop." But the damage was done, Solomon and Tyrone were both staring at her with narrowed eyes and smirks on their faces. Thankfully, things quickly returned to normal.
"So Kim," said Solomon sipping his coffee. "What was your talent?"
"I'm a dancer."
"Great," he said. "In my organization there are lots of positions for dancers."
"I know all sorts of positions," she responded batting her eye lashes at him.
He paused and gave her a look that made her think she was being assessed. Kim's looks and body drove men wild. She had brown eyes, straight black hair, and a small upturned nose that men found cute. She was tall with long, firm, dancers legs and she had worn a short skirt to show them off. Her breasts were big and full, with long pointy nipples. The boys back home couldn't keep their hands off them and she doubted if the men of New York would be any different.
"What are your goals Kim?" asked Solomon.
"Just to get out of Idaho Mr. King," she replied. "I'd do anything to get out of Idaho."
"Excellent," he said and she felt his big, strong hand rest on her knee under the table. She didn't remove it. "What do you like best about New York so far?"
"The skyline I think," she said a shiver running up her spine. Kim suddenly realized she was very horny, probably the horniest she had ever been in her life. She squirmed in her seat and noticed the other girls were squirming too. 'They must be getting impatient,' she thought.
"The view from my penthouse is exquisite."
"I'd like to see it some time."
"How about tonight after dinner?" he asked.
"I'd like that very much," she replied, hiding her grin of triumph by looking down at the other girls around the table. Men were so easily manipulated. She had heard that black men really liked white women and she didn't think Solomon would of missed a chance to fool around with one. However, Kim didn't really want to fuck a black man. She would talk him into a blow job. Most men are so desperate for a good blow, they'll take one over sex any time. Solomon would be putty in her hands. She would suck his dick and after a couple of minutes, it would leak a few drops of semen into her mouth, and she would spit it out as he fell fast asleep.
Kim paused in her scheming to look around at the other girls. Most was in their own little worlds, probably fantasizing about being big famous models. Tracy wasn't at the table and she finally spotted her talking to one of the best looking white guys Kim had ever seen. Tracy wasn't a slut, but was one of those girls who always had a man on her arm. Though, the way she was flirting with the guy made her think she would be getting her pussy stuffed that night and the itch Kim had in her pussy almost made her reconsider sleeping with Solomon. A nice stiff dick was just what she needed.
