I've seen them all come through my office in my time. All the wannabe's desperate for their 15 minutes of fame. And with my position in the record company deciding who we signed up and who we didn't I have the ultimate power over them. All their hopes and fears, their dreams and aspirations in my hands. Which is cool for me, but not so cool for them.
"This is Pixie, Mr. Howard."
The announcement was from my sexy PA Claire, hired purely on her resemblance to a young Elizabeth Hurley and her willingness, if not enthusiasm, to take my dick in any of her holes at my convenience. I raised my eyebrow at her as she ushered in a prime piece of blonde jailbait material. Claire gave me the knowing look back.
"And this is Pixie's mother."
Claire was gone before I could arch my other eyebrow. This I had not expected. Still I didn't let on as I watched the tiny blonde be followed into my office by her forty something mother and I could see where Pixie got her looks.
"Er, sit down Pixie, and er Pixie's mother" I indicated the two leather chairs across from my desk.
"Barbara, please call me Barbara."
I glanced at her, for her age she was a good looking woman but to be frank I was not interested in women ten years younger than me, not when there was one thirty years younger sitting next to her. And what a magnificent specimen young Pixie was. She had long blonde (natural) hair and dark soulful eyes. She had the frame of a Russian gymnast but a larger bust than any of them and a perfect, curvy ass all enclosed in a tight fitting, dark dress. She had dressed sexy, no doubt aware of the need to impress me.
We listened to her demo's and I asked a few music related questions. She was a nice girl, well spoken, well educated and like I said very sexy looking but vocally she was nothing extraordinary and I think all three of us in the office knew it. Well if Pixie and her mother didn't know it I soon let them know.
"You're good but I'm afraid good doesn't cut it in this office. I get a hundred girls like you in here every month that want the break I can give them and I can't justify giving it to you based purely on your singing, sorry. That's just the way it is."
As you can see I can be pretty blunt when I need to but the great thing is I can be, there's no come back on me. Wannabe's know that if you cross me then you can forget ever breaking into the music industry in this country bar striking lucky in one of those damned (no) talent shows. So what Pixie's mom said next was like manna from heaven for me.
"Oh come on Mr. Howard, you can see she's got talent and drive and determination, Pixie'll do anything to succeed, anything."
I smiled, and I like to think it wasn't a nice smile, as I laid it on the line to mother and daughter.
"OK Barbara. You're right, I can sign your daughter to a recording contract with the company right here and now. Thing is right now the only thing young Pixie has going for her over hundreds of others is that she can hoist up that short skirt of hers, drop whatever panties she's got on and let me fuck her in the asshole."
I said it so matter of factly, my gaze shifting from mother to daughter then back again. I really didn't give a shit what they thought. Everyone knows how things work, if they complained then they could forget about it, if they didn't want to acquiesce then fine there would be another bimbo along soon enough. Making the proposition in front of a mother was a new one on me though, but what the heck. I stared at Barbara and waited on the answer, expecting the usual expletive laden refusal.
"And that's what it takes?" asked Barbara, not letting on any semblance of reaction.
"And that's it is it? A fat, sleazy bastard like you gets ten minutes, if you can manage that, of satisfaction and Pixie gets the contract?"
