Possibly

Bobby thought on this for a long moment, not really sure as it was a tempting offer, but it seemed to have a few problems. Such as was Shanique actually brought in line, or was she just biding her time until she felt it was safe to get someone to help her deal with Choco? Bobby was also thinking of whether it was worth it, as he had spent a good bit of time with the raciest Negroes that worked at his studio, and, well, he wasn't sure he wanted to get closer to them.

If he let Choco become some kind of enforcer for him, then he would probably have to keep tabs on her to make sure everything was going well. Then he had to consider that it hadn't even been that long ago that he had been looking forward to prison because of all the racist bullshit his employees put him through. So considering that at this moment saying yes would only guarantee Choco as some kind of willing worker in a studio filled with employees that weren't.

Well, her great body wasn't worth the hassle, honestly, especially as from what he could tell, her plan wasn't even guaranteed to be successful. As even if she had brought Shanique into line, that didn't mean she could bring everyone else in, and all it would take is for one bitter employee that Choco's tactics didn't work on for him to find himself in cuffs. So as it currently stood, he was looking at a proposal with a lot of promises but basically no real guarantees.

So Bobby thought it best to change that he would have some real guarantees that going along with Choco wasn't a big waste of time. "Okay, Choco, I let you be my house negro if you show me just how well trained you got Shanique." Bobby said figuring the rest would be easy for her to do and allow him to see if she had a possibility of remaking his raciest workers into people more compliant.

"Of course, Masta, I'll show you I got Shanique eager to work for you like a good outside nigga." Choco said in an eager voice, grinding her body against Bobby's one last time before she got off Bobby's lap, a sad look overcoming her face before she got her face back under control, then made her way out of Bobby's office and to Shanique's desk.

Choco seemed to almost fly across the room as she quickly went from Bobby's lap to the entrance of his office to then standing over Shanique at her desk. Shanique, quickly noticing Choco's presence and remembering what had happened yesterday, carefully spoke to Choco. "Well, Choco, is there anything you need?" Shanique said in the most polite voice she had ever spoken well at the studio.

"Yes, I need your bitch ass to come with me," Choco said, making it clear there would be no argument—not if Shanique wanted to keep all her teeth. So she quickly got up and followed after Choco, her head filled with concerns about what exactly Choco was planning to do to her in Bobby's office. As she was not concerned with Bobby, as her own racist view caused her to see him as not a threat.

Choco had Shanique stand next to the desk and then had Bobby politely move to where she needed him to, which he agreed to. Now Bobby was in his chair and was facing the wall instead of having his lower body hidden under the desk. Now that Bobby was right where she wanted him, Choco **** Shanique down to her knees without warning by kicking her legs out from under her with a good amount of ****, leaving Shanique eye level with Bobby's crotch.

"Now pull it out and suck you, you worthless bitch." Choco said with venom as she put her hand on Shaniques's head, forcing her forward; her nails dug into Shaniques's scalp. Shanique, not wanting a repeat of Choco's brutal treatment of her yesterday, obeyed, though her face was filled with displeasure as her anti-white racism caused her to believe that Bobby would have a small, disgusting shrimp dick; the resulting smack from Bobby's hard-on quickly informed her she was quite wrong on this.

For a long moment, Shanique just stared at the giant pale python holding her cheek that now spread a rather funny-looking bruise from the **** of the accidental cock slap. Before Shanique could say anything about Bobby's massive python, Choco made her displeasure known. "I said suck, you dumb whore, not stare." She yelled at Shanique before taking Shanique's head in both her hands and forcing her to take Bobby's cock down her throat.

Shanique couldn't breathe as Bobby's cock filled up her mouth and throat, but Choco didn't care; she just continued to use Shanique like a flashlight for Bobby's pleasure. The gagging of Shanique filled the office, and as that went on, Choco spoke her praises. "Masta, so big, **** this bitch with just half your cock, showing her what a real man's cock is like." Choco said, her voice filled with a lustful devotion as she spoke of Bobby's superiority.

Eventually, though, it became too much for Bobby, and he came, filling up the mouth and throat of Shanique, who could do nothing but take it as she filled to bursting and then had cum pour out of her mouth as her body took in too much cum. Eventually Bobby stopped coming, leaving Shanique a barely breathing cum-covered mess.

Choco waited for Bobby to get his breath back, then she asked. "So am I good enough to be a house negro?" Choco asked, her voice filled with lustful hope. Bobby thought on it for a quick moment and figured why not? Her rough approach paired with his large white pillar would probably go a long way with what they were doing.

"Yes, you're my house negro." Bobby said, to which Choco gave a happy squeal before jumping back onto his lap, being sure to grind her ass against his still hard dick. She took a moment to be sure that Bobby felt all the assets in her back as she ground them against his throbbing tower.

"So as a house negro, I have to take care of Masta. So how do you want it to be taken care of?" Choco said in a lustful voice, being sure to grind her ass quite hard against her Masta's white python that was in need of taking care of. Bobby looked at her, momentarily thinking of how exactly they were going to go about this.