All characters 18 and over at time presented. Whatever.
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Characters:
Antoine "Big Ant" Taylor- CEO and President to Anthill Records.
Kenneth "K-Man" Brooks- Chief-of-Staff to the Anthill Records.
Antonio "Prime Minister" Taylor- Prime Minister and 4th in command to the label.
Anthony "A+" Taylor- Secretary of Defense and lead D.J to Anthill.
Antoine Taylor slowly opened his eyes as the sun peaked through the windows of his mansion. The girl he had been the with night was still fast asleep, laying on his chest.
Jennifer was great last night, he thought.
Jeanine?
Julie?
Oh well.
A piercing scream sounded from across the hall along with loud bed creaks. Antoine got up and pulled on a pair of cum-soiled boxers and walked across the well-buffed hall into his brother's Antonio's room.
The white girl he was fucking had her face buried into the spread at the foot of the mattress.
"Sup big bro?" Tony, as he was often called, greeted Antoine. His massive 12 inch rapidly plunged into the girls ass.
"Dude..." Antoine replied, "is she even alive?"
Tony looked thoughtful and shrugged. Pulling out to the head, he thrusted back in.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!" the girl screamed to the heavens, her face wrenched in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Yep!" Tony said as he began to fuck her even faster.
Antoine smirked. "Well hurry up. We've got to get to the studio."
Tony saluted and grunted as his balls clenched. Removing his condom, he walked in front of the girl and painted her face in spunk. She then fell forward on the sweaty mattress, falling unconscious as Tony pulled on his clothes.
"8 hours?" Antoine asked his brother who nodded.
"You know the black side of me has to come out," Tony replied with his classic lady-killer smile as he patted his crotch.
Antoine, Antonio as well as their younger twin Anthony were bi-racial, the son's of an African-American woman and Puerto Rican father, still in South America.
"I don't even claim the son-of-a-bitch," Antonio said as three got in their limo to their studio, "he never did a thing for us."
His brothers nodded as they arrived, running up the marble steps and passing the large Golden Eagle statue that was standing on a large earth.
"Hello sir," the secretary Pamela Hendricks greeted Antoine as he walked into his office, "I have placed your schedule on your desk and I have secured your dinner with Mariah Carey this afternoon."
"Perfect," Antoine replied, "And when Kenny gets here, send them immediately to my office."
"Yes sir," Pamela replied, hustling off as Antoine watched her ass shake pleasingly from side to side. Going into his office, he looked at the portrait on his wall featuring himself and his cousin Kenny, his chief-of-staff.
Who'd have thought he would've went from the Atlanta projects, selling demos from the back of his uncle's station wagon to having a massive record label with an annual revenue of $10,000,000. The cars, the concerts, the women...
He still could barely believe it.
"Mr. Taylor?" Pamela said over the intercom.
"Yes?" Antoine replied, snapping out of his daydream.
"Mr. Brooks is here."
Kenneth "K-Man" Brooks was Antoine's cousin and Vice-President of Anthill Records. A gifted kid, K-Man was a math and history whiz who ran the label's under offices, over booking for tours and concerts.
"What's up man?" Antoine greeted his cousin as he hopped in the lounge chair across from him.
"Nothing much," Kenny replied, "Just finished the contracts for the Las Vegas tour. What's going on?"
"Well, I was talking with Mariah Carey on letting use a sample off of Someday on the new track for Melanie. We couldn't come to exact terms over the phone and it just so happens she's in town this weekend only."
Kenny looked around. "So...?"
"I need you to have dinner with her so you can close this deal?"
"Isn't that more in Tony's line of work? He's our spokesman after all."
"Yeah, right," Antoine smirked, "Do you really think she agree once Tony's slobbering in his soup bowl staring at that rack she has. No, you'll do fine. All you have to do is lay an offer she agrees with."
Kenny nodded. "I suppose I could do that.
"Perfect!" Antoine said, "now get out."
- -
In the Montmartre, Kenny's recording studio, some heat was being made.
And not on a track.
"Fuck yeah baby..." Amanda, Kenny's mother and assistant producer moaned as her strapping son fucked her hard on the couch. Her delicate fingers traced his muscles as he sucked her gorgeous chocolate nipples.
She could still remember the shy 15-year-old coming in from school, heartbroken after his girlfriend had dumped him shortly before entering high school. It had been his first and it didn't help that his older 5 brothers all had stable relationships. After a long talk, she couldn't help but feel the need to relieve him of the pressure he was feeling.
And that's what she had did. For the past 3 years. She moaned with each of Kenny's hard thrusts, his hands groping her tender ass. She watched the way the gold medallion bearing the Imperial Eagle symbol bounced on their chests as he fucked her faster and faster.
"Mom..." he croaked, "I'm about to cum!"
"Give me your seed honey. Mommy has longed for it all day!!"
He picked up his speed and began fucking her with all his power as she arched her back and cried out, feeling the gooey warm sperm filling her tight canal.
"You were wonderful darling," Amanda said as she kissed her son tenderly. Kenny felt the same way he always had about his mother. She was an angel of a human being, always ready to help him.
"I love you Mom," he said as he spanked her ass while she pulled her skirt up. He was always ready to help her too.
"I love you too Kenny." Amanda giggled as she rubbed his chest, the two of them kissing hot and heavy on the sound board before the heard the door open outside the listening room.
They then hurried to put their clothes back on before Marcus Reeves, Kenny's best friend and saxophonist came in.
"Sorry I'm late," he apologized, not recognizing the two had been fucking, "have you two been here long?"
"I don't know," Amanda replied with a subtle look at Kenny, "we just... lost track of time I suppose."
Marcus nodded as he went back over the tracks from the previous day.
"So how's Louder than Words doing?" Amanda asked excitedly as she sat by the synthesizer, speaking of Kenny's sister Melanie's debut solo album.
"Oh perfect!" Marcus replied, "just 2 weeks in and already 800,000 copies sold. Antoine might at well get our platinum plaque hung up already."
Kenny chuckled. Inside he did hope for a platinum album. For almost 6 years, he had sang with his brothers, which he loved doing. But Antoine felt it would also be good for him to branch out.