Surprisingly well

Bobby Keeks found himself in a rather strange position as he was at his desk doing work, going through paperwork. He was undisturbed and making good time on his paperwork, which he had been behind on for a while. This was making him rather suspicious and also confused, as he never went undisturbed when he was working at the studio and especially when he was working in his own office.

Honestly, he couldn't count the number of times people had barged in with unreasonable demands, not seeing reason no matter how much he tried to reason with them. It wasn't until they got frustrated themselves and left that he would finally get back to his work, only to be interrupted again a few moments later by someone else barging into his office once again, and so he did the same song and dance routine again with the new intruder.

So finally being allowed to do his work in peace after months of interruptions made him rather suspicious, wondering if there was a new, worse interruption heading his way. Though he was also a bit confused, as he did have an answer for his suspicions besides a worsening of the situation. Which was that Choco and Shanique were keeping people from bothering him. Which was confusing him, as he wasn't quite sure of the nature of his relationship with either woman anymore.

Before it had been so clear, Choco was a whiny bitch that kept wanting more money despite no sales because her daddy was famous. His relationship with Shanique hasn't been any better, as she was a worker who didn't want to work, and if she did do anything, it would be to sabotage him. So it has been better that she did nothing, though now he didn't know what was going on with either woman. As the usual response to being bent over against your will is to call the cops or seek **** personally if you want to go outside the law.

What you do not do is pledge yourself personally to the one that bent you over. Though Bobby supposed that was a white way of thinking about it and not how the Blacks thought about it. That would go a ways in explaining the fucked-up family situations he kept seeing on headlines on tabloids. Anyway, the weird cultural differences aside, Bobby now found himself in a weird kind of limbo, as he wasn't sure what he was to either girl.

Was he a sugar daddy? A dom to their sub? Or something else entirely. These thoughts swirled in Bobby's head with no clear answer as he continued to do his paperwork. Which honestly wasn't helping his mood considering the studio had been on a decline for a while, and so he was just doing a lot of paperwork that told him in great detail how the music studio was losing him money. Which wasn't great to read about as you were trying to work out your personal relationships.

All of a sudden there was a knock on his office door. Bobby sat there a moment waiting before he realized he was supposed to answer, as it had been so late since anyone had politely knocked instead of simply barging in. "Come in." Bobby said, eyeing the door with suspicion and ready to duck under his desk if it was some kind of trick and he needed to get behind cover quickly. Though when he saw it was Shanique, his concerns flipped as he was now wondering what she was after.

"Sorry for bothering you, boss, but I was wondering if you had a moment." Shanique said in a hopeful tone of voice as she batted her eyelashes at Bobby, who nodded a cautious yes in response. "Well, boss, I just got a plan to increase sales at the studio." Shanique said in an excited voice, to which Bobby found himself staring rather intensely at Shanique, as he was rather interested in anything that could turn the studio from a money pit into something that made two pennies to scrap together.

Seeing his interest, Shanique continued. "Well, we have certain workers here at the studio whose bad reputation hurt the studio by proxy. I just found a way to fix that, but may I sit, boss?" Shanique asked, to which Bobby gestured to the chair in front of him. Shanique instead sat on his lap, being sure to grind her ass on his crotch. "Thank you, sir!" Shanique said with a lustful moan.

Bobby doesn't say anything in response, just waiting for her to continue with her pitch and enjoying her rubbing herself on his crotch. "You see, sir, one of the employees here at the studio named Tupa has relatives that are either involved in or leaders of Black extremist groups. This association has hurt the studio sales." Shanique said while grinding her ass as much as possible on Bobby, effectively giving him a lap dance.

"Okay, makes sense, but what's your plan to fix it?" Bobby asked as he began to thrust his dick against Shanique's ass, which meant at this point they were just grinding their privates against each other with only a few layers keeping penetration from occurring. Despite the need building inside of her for just that, Shanique continued with what she was saying.

"While it's quite simple, boss, his relatives that are in the Black terror groups are mostly female, which means you just have to show them that pale pillar of yours, proving the truth of white power. Then it'll be easy to get them to pose as your bitches, proving they aren't in extremist groups and getting rid of the negative association with the studio." Shanique said as if using his dick as some kind of weapon of indoctrination was the most obvious answer in the world.

Bobby found himself thinking on the plan for a moment, wondering if he wanted anything to do with the Black extremist women, much less be fucking them. As it was, he had already been dealing with a lot of racism at the studio, but these women would be professional racists, so he wasn't sure if Shanique's plan would even work. He was just about to tell her no and that they were going to screw instead when the door to come into his office started to open.