Being a good worker

Choco walked down the studio hallways, her ass and tits jiggling with each step she took. Several of her coworkers hooted and hollered as she passed, practically drooling at all the sexiness that her outfit was barely containing. It disgusted her, their hooting and hollering making her think of monkeys at a funky zoo. She honestly found herself thinking herself above them, shown the way out of monkeydom by her master.

"No wonder they call you a monkey." Choco said to herself as she continued to see her male coworkers act like they were on display in a zoo. Honestly, if she wasn't so disgusted by them, she'd offer to get them a banana. Choco ignored them as she made her way quickly to where she needed to go. Her only interactions were backhanding a few who tried to get in her way, which sent them to the floor as her nails were rather sharp and had cut them as she backhanded them.

"Don't know what their bitching about; it just made them more ghetto, like they need to sell their raunchiest shit." Choco said to herself, commenting on the men holding their faces like they had been shot but were in fact just small cuts barely bleeding in reality. She put the pathetic monkeys out of her mind as she went to open the door she had been making her way towards since she had left Bobby's office. "Now it's time to make masta some money." Choco said with a happy smirk as she turned the doorknob and walked into one of the recording studios.

She walked into the room and was once again reminded of how great her master was, as those hired to make sure the recording studio was good to go weren't doing their jobs. Instead they were high as a fucking kite on a cocktail of different **** if she had to guess from what was scattered around the room. She looked at the two stoned losers who did nothing but cost her master money and be a legal risk because God knew if they got caught, they would try and blame him because the go-to excuse for the Negroes was the whites for any of their fuck-ups.

"Get the fuck out!" Choco yelled at the two idiots, not wanting them to fuck up her session. For a moment the idiots just looked at her, probably thinking she was just some hallucination of theirs brought on by the ****. So instead of leaving like she told them to, they instead tried to grab her tits. She brought that attempt to a swift end by kicking both idiots in the balls, making them feel her heels. She then dragged them out of the room by their hair as they grabbed their balls.

She slammed the door shut behind the idiots after she had left them to stumble onto the hallway fair, clutching their balls. She locked the door and sighed to herself as she leaned against it. "God, how could I have been such a dumb negro?" Choco said to herself as her mind, no longer blinded by racist bullshit, could see what had been actually going on and how she had been ignoring the dumb Negro moments happening in her life.

The two idiots she had just thrown out of the recording room honestly weren't even the worst employees she had seen at the studio. She couldn't recall all the times a dumb Negro had brought in some exotic pet like an alligator or a tiger because they thought it was a good idea. That's not counting the full-on orgies that had happened in some rooms because of a combination of **** and cheap hookers. Though now that she thought about it, she should probably warn her master about the orgy rooms next time she saw him.

At this point, you needed like four different shots to go into those rooms, or you were getting some disease that wasn't curable. "Christ, these Negroes really are dumb Negroes." Choco said to herself, realizing just how dumb and self-destructive the Negroes were around her and that she had ignored because of the Black Power bullshit she had been fed her whole life. "Okay, Choco, stop it with the dumb negro bullshit and get to work." Choco said to herself, getting back on task.

She got the studio set up for a recording session, and as luck would have it, her father had taught her how to do it. Though in all honesty, it was probably just to flex on how much he knew more than teaching her valuable skills. Though she had decent memory and so got things set up relatively quickly. It was a pain to have to go back and forth from the soundboard to the recording mic, but she made it work. She recorded a song, just a usual generic shake your ass for the boys song that had been made a dozen times over.

Though this one had one key difference from all the other ones that had been made, there is no racism. No, suddenly white people suck; just a Black girl going on about how she shakes her ass. Her raciest Black fans will be angry, not that she cares, as they have no money anyway, but their outrage will bring attention. Which will inform the far more lucrative white crowd that there is an ass shake song for them to listen to without being insulted.

Once Choco was done recording and was ready to bring the record to distribution, who would, of course, put the records out without Bobby's input as usual. She would usually find it unacceptable, as no one got to disrespect Masta like that with her around. But she would let them do it for now, as she would use them to put out the song that would be the first in a long time to make money.

"You'll see, master, you chose did right by letting me be your house negro." Choco said she was looking to prove herself even more to Bobby than she had with her earlier sexual activities. She stared at her reflection in the black recording desk for a moment before heading out of the room and down to where she needed to go next. She passed the two losers she had pushed out of the recording room still on the floor and high as kite. Choco muttered a simple "dumb Negroes." As she passed them by.