White: queen's pawn d2>d4

Without further ado, Julius was hustled out of the office and back into the lobby. He sighed as he looked around, certain that he and his boy were being played by this record studio pencildick. He started walking down the hallway, and his attention was drawn to a beautiful, busty white woman, leaning over her desk and talking into her phone. His vantage point allowed him to see her large white breasts hanging like globes beneath her. His cock jumped of its own accord.

"It must be black," she said with perfect diction in a British accent. Then louder, "quite simply, if it isn't long and black, I don't want it." She sensed him watching her out of the corner of her eye, and blushed. "I'll have to call you back."

"I got something long and black for you right here, girlie," Julius offered, gesturing at his crotch.

The woman offered a pained smile. "Limousine," she explained. "Classic stretched limousines are at a premium in Calhoun City for the music festival."

"You can ride in mine," he offered his hand. "Julius, I represent Dawgz Bone."

"Oh, I know you," she replied with a polite handshake. "Moira Taggert, I'm one of the junior executives. I guess I'll see you in Calhoun?"

"Absolutely," he replied, "Hey, let's get together for a drink."

"Consider it done," she said frostily. 'Not in this lifetime,' she thought to herself with a smirk as he walked away.