Bobby keeks

Bobby liked to think he was a good patient man who tried to look for the best in everyone. His new employees and talent at his now-named Qoh studio were really fucking pushing him though and testing to see just how far his patience went. As it had been one thing after another as the workers staged strikes because they didn't want a white man as their new boss and every contracted rapper and singer they had suddenly became difficult, bitchy divas the moment he had anything to do with anything they had to do at the studio.

Luckily for their sake, they settled down a little bit when it got out that he had gotten so frustrated that he was going to turn the music studio from rap to country just so he wouldn't have to deal with the bullshit. The shift would cause a lot of them to be obsolete and get fired as a result, which got them to stop being such a fucking circus, as they weren't exactly swimming in options with the rapping industry on the downturn.

Though that didn't stop Bobby from hearing racist slurs from every worker that he passed by at his expense. Nor the stars forcing him to listen to song after song that said white men like him were nothing but a white cuck subspecies that deserves genocide. Which honestly would explain why the original owners had to cash out and give the music studio to him, considering white people pay for the rapper music industry and nobody wants to hear about how they deserve to die for their race, much less pay for it.

So Bobby was sitting in his chair trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do with this studio and if he shouldn't just follow through on his earlier threat and fill the studio with country singers and people who know how to record songs. He knew he'd probably get backlash for going back on his word, but honestly he was running out of fucks to give.

That's when she threw open his door, a train of racist feminist bullshit he definitely didn't want to deal with but would have to anyway. "Cracker! Where's my money at? Choca said a female rapper who was the daughter of the doggie, one of the most famous rappers in the country. Who also was a raging anti-white racist who'd lost most of his fan base.

"It's with your fans, Choca." Bobby said back evenly, having already had this conversation a dozen times already. As the fourth child of Doggie and the only daughter, Choca was used to getting her way through her father's connections, including a music career. Sadly for her, that dried up when all the white people she kept shouting racial slurs at stopped paying her and her family for the music.

The problem for Bobby was that despite the huge dip in sales, Choca still expected to be paid like her albums were flying off the shelves instead of collecting dust like they were. To make it even more annoying, his secretary was among those anti-white racist workers, so he didn't even get a warning that problems like Choco were about to bulldoze their way into his office.

So that's why the two were staring each other down in Bobby's office as they had the same argument where Choco demanded money from the studio while Bobby responded that she hadn't made any for the studio, so she wasn't getting any. Though this time was different as she walked on her high heels across the shag carpeting until she shut the door behind her and locked it with a key.

Which pissed Bobby right off, as he had never been given the keys to his office, so he could never lock the place, so the fact that the bitch had what was probably a copy of what was supposed to be his office key was pissing him off. Choco, not noticing the rage on Bobby's face, walked over to him and got in his face.

"I know what you want, you white boy cuck!" Choco whispered with venom in his face, surprising Bobby as to what the fuck she was on about. "You want me to hold your tiny pencil dick and say how much better black is while fine if that's what it takes to get my money," Choco whispered, venom still dripping from her voice as Bobby looked at her like she had grown a second head.

She then got on her knees, the disgust clear on her face, and before Bobby could react, she pulled down Bobby's zipper and boxers, showing how skilled she was at undoing a man's pants. Choco then let out a choked gasp as a massive white pillar smacked her in the face and completely blocked off the left side of her vision.

She then looked up at Bobby with her right eye feeling the pillar of masculine white flesh pulse on her face. She saw the rage on his face as he looked at her. "You dumb Negro bitch!" Bobby said with venom, responding in kind to her earlier tone as he stared down at her his face pink with rage.