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Question Existing Take off my shirt. Loosen the buttons and undo my skirt, Stare at myself in the mirror "Damn, if this Rihanna song doesn't make me feel better, I don't know what will."It had been a long day for Corey. As the A&R of his fathers record label Hustle Hard Records, he found it hard to sign new talent, and with the declining need of A&R's thanks to myspace and other social networking sites, he thought he would never find the new "IT" until he walked in. At 6'1 with glistening cinnamon skin, straight white teeth and a Adonis-esque body to match, any girl or guy would pay to even look at him, let alone have him open his mouth. Those PP (pretty people) always said the dumbest things, so it took away from the visual. But, Corey wasn't a slouch. At 5'9, light skinned with the silkest hair that a relaxer couldn't buy. Along with those birdlike features were accompanied forest green eyes that he'd gotten from his mother(his mother was Italian, his father was from panama by way of Brooklyn) with 128 pounds of rice and beans with a side order of baked ziti. So believe, this brotha was como se dice.......... foine! "Excuse me sir, is your name Corey" "Why, yes it is and who may I ask are you?" "My name is Saafir, I'm from Miami Florida, I'm staying at The Hyatt Hotel on 42nd street, he continued... I came here because I know you're an A&R for one of the hottest record labels out right now, and I wanna be a rapper" the bass in his voice and all of the hand gestures he used to express himself made it known, that the man was serious. Too bad Corey didn't pay attention to a cotdamn word he was saying. His breath smelled like vanilla, the bvlgari perfume(he knew the difference) he had on was enticing... all he wanted to do was get on his knees, like a bitch with no legs and suck the brown off of his..... eh, its too early in the morning for the pornographic visuals. "You think its easy, to just waltz in here and ask for a record demo? Lemme hear a demo fam." "A demo? A demo my nig? I got something better for ya eardrum, here's my dvd." "To be sure that you stuck-up A&R mofos won't blow me over,(the way he used blow made a certain body part register but... it was too EARLY) ima watch with you and you tell me whatcha think. Fair?" But, what do I get out of this?" "you get to experience something that no one else has ever seen before" Secretly, Corey wanted to be his underwear, that way he can watch everything, over and over and. As they made their way to the HHR conferencing room, they both sat on the mauve couch. The room was decorated with afroamerican murals, ancient greek vases, even antique 20th century louis vuitton vintage pieces. That was the Hustle Hard philosophy. You hustle here, you hustle everywhere. And anywhere, even if that meant the world. "Damn, a nigga can get used to this 5 star treatment." "And a nigga will, trust and believe." "You don't mind if I dim these lights Mr.Howard?" "nah I don't". The musky vanilla breath, and bvlgari perfume, the height of this fine guess again, black, native american man, whatever he is.... is driving him wild. He even found that his sugar shack(aka his pet name for his booty) was getting moist, and needed some stimulation. PRONTO! As they sat on the plush couch, with the dim lights, Corey hoped that Saafir couldn't feel his nerves through the couch. Although he could've sworn that he felt Saafir come closer to him on the couch. "Wishful thinkin" he thought, and brushed the thought away. But, the wishful thinking became sweet reality(or so he thought) when he smelled the warm vanilla scent near him closer, and closer, he looked to to the left, and he was right. Saafir looked at Corey with a lovesick kidnergarten look that he thought was soo cute.... that was, until the mahogany door opened, and a female silhouette appeared from the shadows........