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Question Existing 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........ Chapter2- Question Existing: Please Don't Stop The Music Baby are you ready cause its getting close Don't you feel the passion ready to explode What goes on between us no one has to know This is a private show "Don't you wanna get that?" asked a very breathless Saafir. "Nah, don't make me.. they can wait." "Nah, don't get in trouble on my account." His logic made sense, although it was hard for him to resist. His 8 pack lay flat under what appeared to be brown Burberry Boxers. His Taverniti jeans appeared to have a Jamaican shotta look, but no type of jean could escape that big ass bulge. His dick appeared to have been a size 9, but it looked as though it was thick like a peroxide bottle. His cinnamon skin on top of coreys dulce de leche skin looked so damn appetizing. The peroxide dick didn't hurt either(lol). "Fuck are we doin? who ever it is doesn't seem like they'll be leaving anytime soon." "Quick Corey said, lets put these clothes on and act like we wasn't doin shit to begin with, that way, they can't say shit"."That was the dumbest thing you've said all day, but you look so cute so I don't mind." "In actuality, im gonna need this dude to get signed. So if I gotta fake it till I make it, and get some ass in the process, SHITTTTTT, im glad I signed up for the dumb nigga program" Saafir thought to himself. " im glad my cousin Rahtiek fucks dudes in high places."(rahtiek and Corey had a thing goin on when they were 18 until he moved to Miami Florida to go to college. Rahtiek was actually in love with Corey, but he fucked around and cheated with Coreys rival Naeshawn. for about 3 months of the two years they were dating. Another reason, why he went far,far,away to school). "Come in, who is it?" it was the nosy receptionist Tamera. Actually, her name was Shakeera, but everyone called her Tamera because of resemblance to TV star Tamera Mowry. Except Tamera wasn't a hood-renowned smut, with low tolerance for "broke nigga" and had a disgusting fetish for fishnet stockings. But, Shakeera was attractive. Standing tall at 5'10, she was a bit lighter than Tamera Mowry, her hair wasn't as long because she donated her hair to Locks Of Love, as a "respiritualiztion process". Didn't last for long, cause she fucked the HHR star FLY GUY SHY(his debut album FGS sold 270,000 copies in the first day. But, what little knew, was that if you put an A in front of the F you would get his true sexual identity. That's why he was so damn shy. But when they fucked, he was drunk off of ciroc and lemonade so, a hole is a hole.) "Who's this?" Tamera tried her best to sound like Jackee Harry. "Damn, why you so fucking rude. Why you in everyone face for, don't you got a man?" "I don't need a man to define who I am" "although, I will take this one off ur hands"she thought very deviously."oh, excuse me, im soo rude for not introducing myself, My name is Saafir Ralston, im from Miami Florida and im talking to yalls A&R so that I could be down with the HHR family. yall hot right now" "damn, I could tell this bitch want some dick. Ima give it to her, but I gotta get to this nigga head first. Chapter 3 Question Existing: Push Up On Me The way that you stare, starts a fire in me Come up to my room you sexy little thing And let's play a game, I won't be a tease I'll show you the room, my sexy little thing "Now can you please go Tamera? We are trying to look at his video to see if he's HHR material. If not, he has to go elsewhere" said Corey, although he meant none of it, he just wanted to go back to his freak session. But, she didn't have to know all of that. "I bet that's not all you're trying to look at, she said with an evil grin." Had she been peeking through the room the whole time? "But if you must go back to work(emphasis on work) then, make sure you do a good job." Although she was a known smut, her body was dipped in the crystal waters of perfection. Her mother was senegalese and her father was Italian, so she had a nice buttery complexion that Haggen Daaz couldn't make. Her hair, a nice chocolate brown dropped past her shoulders. But what the men went crazy for was her booty. Her butt appeared to be on her back, so when she wore certain jeans(like the citizen of humanity jeans she wore today) that filled out her frame. The men, and certain aggressive women, love to feel the roundness of her curves. But, plain and simple she's a smut. (Insert sad face) "Oh, I'll leave, but only on one condition, and I insist on it". "Okay, Tamera, whatever you want, just go." Corey said but in a rushed tone. "I was going to ask for this Friday off, but, since YOU said I get whatever I want.......... I was wondering if Saafir and I could go to this Art Gallery at the, then go to Soho Loft after for a night of drinking and dancing." The look on Coreys face was a mix of horror and shock. "She was making a play for my man. Well, technically he wasn't mine, but he wasn't hers either" he thought. "Well, I don't know anyone in NYC, so I guess it wouldn't hurt. You don't mind Corey, do you?" "Yeah, you don't mind do you Corey?" Tamera said. Her plan was working. She would have his dick, and if fate permitted, a spot in his life if she played her cards right. Luckily, she was a good poker player. Damn, I wonder what happens next readers? Look out. Sorry I don't post that frequent. I will try to post once a day. Although its easy being creative, I don't want to get bored easily. Chapter 4- Shut Up and Drive Question Existing: Shut Up and Drive Got a ride that smoother than a limousine Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights? If you can baby boy then we can go all night "So, can we get back to what we were doing?" Corey asked, he could care less about his music, he wanted to be enthralled in all of this masculinity that Saafir possessed. If he was morphine, he wanted to be the consumer. I mean, he was a dog in heat, he hadn't had sex since .....(no one dared to say his name). "lIGHT, im ready when you are slim" Saafir said nonchalantly. He wanted to be balls deep in Corey. "If im gonna use ol boy, I might as well get some tight azz, and fuck that pretty secretary bitch." he thought. He had a master plan, which, if could be executed correctly, would result with riches inside his hand. Saafir was behind Corey as they both walked into the mahogany conference room. With a royal blue finish, one wouldn't think that they were New York City, but in the halls of Versailles in France. Saafir didnt realize the fat booty Corey had. For such a small dude, Corey had booty, muscle, looks, and smarts. But he wasn't in it for love, he was in it for money. All he had to do was be patient. "This part right here, is one of my best rhymes, its called 'The Takedown'. As Corey watched the cheap video in Saafir's native Miami, which was literally cheap. It consisted of half-naked men, women, C&C soda, Hennessy and weed. Saafir's body glistened throughout the video which made Corey wet. (Down there, don't act like it hasn't happened to you!) As Corey inspected the video further, he thought he spotted... no, it couldn't be.. His ex. His ex? What was the correlation between Saafir and his Ex. As Saafir noticed the look of concern in Corey's eyes, he knew he had to do something that would make him forget all about it. So, he drew out the big guns. He didn't think think(he didn't want to) do so this early in the game, but drastic times call for drastic measures. So when Corey turned around, the look in his eyes went from confused to lustful. His eyes, and Saafir's dick were at eye level. Damn, what's a guy to do? Chapter 5- Question Existing: Sell Me Candy Sell me candy like itРІР‚в„ўs summer when itРІР‚в„ўs melting in my hands I know youРІР‚в„ўre around like the ice cream man I can hear you calling, whisper something in my ear You're sweet like sugar, tell me what I wanna hear "What the fuck?" Corey was startled when he saw Saafir's big brown friend. He knew that there was sexual tension in the air, but he didn't know that it would be this forward. Besides, if anyone knew about his sexcapades with other dudes, his family name, the family business would be shamed. And then, what would happen? "Yo homie, I don't know if you gay and shit, but that 7 color shit don't rock over here" Corey said, trying his best to sound rugged. But at 5'9 inches tall, its not that menacing. Saafir gave him that, nigga please face. "You know you want me, just as much as I want you" Saafir said lustfully. Saafir was hard to resist. His cinnamon skin glistened because the weather was unbearable. Although it was the beginning of the summer, at 87 degrees, it already showed that the heat outside wasn't the only thing that would be blazing. He thought long and hard whether or not dude should be trusted. He only met him today. Although it had been 6 hours since he stepped foot in the office, that's not a good look, to let the trade beat it up so early. And by the look of his dick, it would be more than a beatdown. "Come here, yo, im not gonna bite, unless u want me to" Saafir said. As Corey approached him he became more nervous. He hesitated for a minute. And he was sure he had seen Vaughn(the ex) in the video, which made him feel uneasy. He didn't know what the relationship between Saafir and Vaughn had been. But, when you haven't had any in a long time. You become needy. Loneliness wasn't a good friend. He never spoke back and his presence always made you feel down. and He hadn't been touched by another man since Vaughn. Deep down, he didn't want to be touched by anyone else, but when you got a fine piece of caramel in front you, you forget about the flaws you have. As Saafir passionately kissed Corey, he thought he wasn't going to get anywhere until he felt Corey respond back. "That's it, don't be shy, we're both gonna have fun."Saafir said softly. "I'm gonna take good care of you". Corey's new name might as well have been putty, cause he was going to mold him into a new man- that did whatever he wanted. Saafir undressed him piece by piece. His cinnamon skin complemented his dark vanilla skin quite evenly. To Saafir's surprise, Corey wasn't wearing any underwear. The first item to be taken off was his expensive yet understated Yves Saint Laurent shirt. Although Saafir wasn't remotely interested in Corey, he had to admit, the man had class. He smelled of Burberry perfume which was enticing. Then, he wore a pair of Taverniti jeans, with Louis Vuitton briefs underneath. All that was left on Corey was his $344.44 Prada sneakers.(it had been a turn-on for Saafir to fuck dudes in sneakers, but high-end European designers were a new thing for him.) In Miami, they didn't have clothing options as they did in New York City. He was used to Sean John, Rocawear and the occasional Phat Farm. It would take him some time to adjust, but he would. Corey's body shook as Saafir's knowingly hands. touched all over him. Now it was Corey's turn. All he had to do was pull his jeans off completely and ... damn, his pretty dick just stared at him, just waiting to be sucked. "Damn, I hope I don't get distracted" he thought. Saafir took off his Sean John Shirt and a big wave of vanilla musk filled the air, which made him shiver slightly. "So, King Corey, how we gonna do this?" "like this" Corey said. As Saafir eased his tall 6'2 frame on the ancient Cambodian rug, Corey eased his wet mouth on his dick. Saafir's dick was a tricky one. Not only was it 9"(thick 9 at that) it was curved, and it bent upwards. So his whole mouth had to be on it, or else, Saafir would be a very unsatisfied person. "Damn, work that dick, Corey, don't stop." Saafir moaned, by the deep heavy slurps of Coreys mouth drowned his speech. Corey planned to give this dude the best head he ever had. He had watched plenty of thugporn throughout his dry spell and he was finally able to put those lessons to good use. His mouth was wet, it tasted like warm funnel cake mixed with vanilla extract. As he placed his whole mouth on Saafir's nut sack, Corey watched as Saafir's face went from pleasure to mercy."Chill, ima nut, no, no, no". The music in the background(a compilation of old rap throwback songs such as Foxy Brown-Gotta Get You Home,Jay-Z Big Pimpin and Lil'Kim-No Time) blasted through the room, his cries were drowned out by the infectious beats. Saafir thought he would be a gentleman and not fuck his face. Although it was hard not to. As he sucked his dick, he noticed that Saafir began to play with his ass. Corey moaned because there was a spot in his booty that got wet.This was when the tricks were over, and the real fucking began. No you don't. "Now, its my turn" Saafir said. Saafir picked up Corey and placed him on the conference table. "Spread ur legs" Saafir said. Saafir sat at the head of the table while he ate every inch of Coreys ass.He licked,slurped,and blew into his booty very loudly He had a special trick where he would place his mouth on his hole, leave it there for a minute or two, then he would wiggle his mouth back and forth until he felt his inner thighs tremble. Corey was in heaven, as he was on the 17th floor and he had one of the finest men on the eastern seaboard in between his legs. As his moans became louder and louder, Saafir knew that it would be any minute before he placed his 9" key into the palace of eternal paradise. The cool thing is, he didn't know whether he was in New York, Paris, Or Tokyo because(like I mentioned in the early chapters of Question Existing) the conference room was decorated with elaborate pieces of art from all around the world. He was in thug heaven. With Saafir's cinnamon tongue placed into Corey's deep vanilla covered treasure chest, there was a taste that Nestle had not invented yet. "Please, no more daddy, I just can't" Corey pleaded, but that just made him go even wilder. "You can't, but you will" Saafir said. He was a local nigga, he knew how to fuck. He placed his magnum on his dick and stood up to get more leverage over Corey. He looked deep into Coreys eyes, and noticed vulnerability that he hadn't seen before. He knew he was his for the taking. "Put it in" Saafir said. Corey was in no mind state to take dick, he just wanted to give him some bomb head, and get this dude open. Corey's eyes winced from the pain as he tried to wiggle onto Saafir's massive dick. 5 minutes later(Saafir does have a massive dick. Its cursed- thick, bent upwards and curved) They were in action. Saafir started with slow strokes. Then the real fun began. It became a tug of war, dick-vs-ass. Sometimes when Corey threw it back Saafir had no idea on what he would do. But when Saafir pinned him into a corner, Corey became flustered because he had nowhere to go. When Corey got the timing right, he rode Saafir dick to until you couldn't tell where Saafir's dick started or where Corey's ass ended. They both enjoyed it thoroughly. During this one hour fuck fest, souls, words, and fuck faces were exchanged. When Saafir came on Corey's perfectly shaped booty, the look on his face showed that he felt as if he performed an exorcism. They just laid on the chestnut marble table, neither of them wanting to move because if they had veered left, or right they might have messed up a little piece of heaven. "Damn, I didn't know you had it in you" Saafir said, breathless. "I didn't know I had it in me either, its been a while, you know?" Corey said. Saafir knew he was telling the truth, Corey was tighter than a fresh set of braids. But what came next, was a shock to us all. Chapter 6- Question Existing: Haunted Feel like there's someone watching me Shadows on the wall Whispers down the hall When I look there is nothing to see "Damn, you really put it on dudes don't you"Saafir said. For someone who was tight he didn't know that Corey could throw it back like that. Usually when he's fucking dudes they just let him take it. But Corey was different. They were both sweating like pigs, and Coreys Prada sneakers were scuffed to no end. But he didn't care. He had too many Prada sneakers to count. But those salmon colored ones were his babies. Corey didn't actually listen to one word he was saying. He was basking in the glow of that wonderful orgasm that he just had. He could've swore he felt his soul shake. "We should get dressed before someone comes in here." Saafir said. The way he said it made something resonate within Corey. He rushed to get dressed. He could glow later. If he got caught... oh boy, he would lose his position in the company, word would pass on that he is a big ol' bottom, and the company that his father worked for would be in ruin. He inspected his Taverniti jeans to see if he tried to steal anything. You never knew with these trade boys. "lIGHT, shorty, it was cool but I gotta settle in at the Hyatt Hotel. I'm going to leave you my DVD, it has my number attached to it. Talk to the powers that be and try to arrange if we can set something up." What shocked Corey was that after Saafir spoke, he gently kissed him. Saafir wanted a mass media takeover. If he could convince this dummy that actually into him, he would live lavishly beyond his dreams. He actually didn't have a grudge against Corey. He was actually cool nigga. Six degrees of separation was a bitch for real. Corey was separated by Saafir from one person, his cousin Vaughn. They were dating for about two years. Coreys old-head father Bradford Howard. His father thought Vaughn wasn't good enough for him. So he paid him $100,000 green faces for him never to show his face. Without an explanation. Vaughn was heartbroken but he did what he thought was best for his future. His M.O.N.(money over nigga) theory had failed him for he was alone bitter yet wealthy. If Saafir had his way, he would make sure they Bradford Howard had paid for his selfishness, he would own this empire, and whatever happened between Corey and Saafir was their business. He really didn't care. Although Corey was going to be the pawn in this evil plot, that was the only way that they could get into this fortress. Hustle Hard Records had at least 60 security guards on deck, with 2 sharp-shooters on clockwork. When your revenues exceed $800 million a year, you have 12 of the hottest performers on your roster, people tend to be resentful. As Saafir walked away, he noticed something was odd. The words that he had chosen earlier when they were fucking such as,"watch out", "look my way", lemme fuck you from the side", look straight up" were very odd. But when the dick feels good, and you're opened up so good and you can actually take some good dick, you go with the flow. Until, when he got home the next day he found a big box with a bow on it. And in it, the look on his face intensified from surprise to pure horror. Damn readers, what could it be?