Top of the Charts: the Calvin Myers Memoirs
Chapter One: My Star will Rise.
3 Platinum Albums, 6 Hot 100 #1 Singles, 25 millions digital singles sold. 4 Grammy Awards; including best new artist, 5 American Music Awards, 6 Billboard Music Awards. I'm one of the top music acts in the world. My name stays at the top of the Charts, but getting my name to that spot took a lot from me. I had to sacrifice and do things a young man like myself never thought I would do. But in pursuit of the fame, me; Mr. Myers did somethings. I'm writing these memoir so that I can show the world that this music industry will damage you as you try to enter it and make a name for yourself. My name has been changed and so has others for their privacy and my safety.
I found out that I could sing at a very young age, and from that point on I knew I wanted to grow up to be a singer, not just any singer, a famous singer that it is. But the road to getting there wasn't as easy I thought it would be. Threw out my childhood I talked my mom into taking me to auditions, I tried getting a manager, singing competitions, everything I could think of to get me to the top but nothing seems to work. That's until I got "Discovered" via posting videos of me singing my own songs and covers of others singers hits.
A talent scout contacted me about scheduling a meeting a couple months after my 18th birthday. I just knew this was my big break I was looking for. After all the let down. I thought my all hard work and determination was about to pay off. I could look out for my family. My friends, you know do it big! He flies me and my mom to New York. Sent a limo to pick us up from the airport, we head straight to his office. We wait in the lobby as no receptionist informs him that we are there for the meeting. An assistant comes out and walks us back to these giant wood doors. When we walk in there's about ten people sitting at a long table. Who all stopped talking to glare at me as I walk in the room. A short black, slim guy got up from his seat making a b-line towards me. "HI I'm J. E. I'm the one who contacted you about setting up this meeting." I remember he introduced me to everyone there, then pulled out a seat for me n my mom. J. E. Then showed the group a showcase of my YouTube videos, then asked them for their thoughts. Nothing but positive reviews. "Calvin we here Miracle Records want to sign you off of your videos alone. But could you go to the stage and perform a little something for us?" I get up and perform Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal". At the end of the performance they all clap then it was silence.
"Calvin great performance, nice dance moves but somethings missing." J. E. says before stopping to think. "You know somethings missing. You have that it factor but it's not popping." He sat there quiet for a couple minutes then said "take off your shirt." I did as he said. His eyes lit up. "You just popped!“ he yelled as he stood up clapping."Your body is cut for a 18 you old. And the tattoos definitely give you that bad boy look that will be a plus with young girls. The light skin with a low brush cut and those looks... Man you can make millions. I can see your star rising Calvin." "Thank you sir I'm ready for it to rise." J. E. walks up to the stage, you stick with me and you'll go straight to the top. " Excited I ran up and hugged my mom sitting at the table." Calvin go back to the hotel. Get some rest and I'll meet with you tomorrow about signing you and other things of that nature." Me and my mom left and headed back to our hotel. I hung out with her in her room before I went to mine. I unlocked my door and it was filled with clothing, shoes, and jewelry. On the dresser was a card saying You will soon earn this. Congrats - J. E. I tried on some clothes and jewelry, then tried to fall asleep. I couldn't I was to excited about signing my deal.
The next day I awoke to room service, a buffet breakfast laid out in my suite. I invited my mom over and we ate our asses off, as we were finishing up breakfast we got a call from J. E. assistant saying they would be sending a car in a hour. So I took a shower got dressed and waited for the driver to arrive. Once at the office, J. E. sat me and my mom down. Pulled out a copy of the contract he was offering. It was a $750,000 sign-on bonus. One record was due on the contract with an option for two more depending on sales of the first one. I would earn about 9-15 cent of every dollar on every cd I sale. Also the record company receives 30% of any endorsements I receive. He explained to me that this is what they called a starter contract for newly signed artist. He also told me to look over the contract and to come back in a week, he'll fly me back out if this is the route I want to take. I did just that. After we left New York and flew back home I had a lawyer look over the contract and talked it over with my family. Everyone agreed that I should sign the contract and get my singing career started.
The next day I flew back out to New York this time alone. Yeah a 18yr old alone in the big city. In the meeting J. E. explained to me that I should move to New York, using the money sign-on money. Mingle with the music crowd and start meeting my fan base that I've already acquired, while we work on developing tracks. Everything he told me to do I did. I found me a studio loft, sent out meet a greets on YouTube, and started writing my own songs. I would go to night perform and meet other up and coming artist. The one thing they all told me is. "You have to play by their rules to get to the top. Change who you are. Go against everything you believe in." Most I talked to said they weren't going to do that. I wasn't sure at the time if I would. Months went by and I barely heard from J. E. or anyone else from the label. I eventually got an meeting with a low level producer, to start working on a couple singles. We did a couple tracks but to me they just weren't coming out the way I wanted. But just my luck one day this producer named Hitmaker was in the studio coaching my producer, he's one of the biggest music writers and producers in New York; he told me he liked what he heard and wanted to take over working on my single. He scheduled a meeting with me for the next day. Said we need to brainstorm and come up with some ideas.
The day of the meeting I was super nervous. I met him at his studio across town. I was expecting it to be a whole crew of people but it was just him. He asked me what kind of sound I was going for. "I want that futuristic r&b sound but with a hint of 90s to it. Nothing to overproduced I still want my voice to be the showcase." He liked the idea. "I want to work with you, I like your voice and love your look. I'm just not sure if you can afford my studio time. I charge about 100 grand a track, plus 2% on each track for royalties." I explained to him that I really don't have that kind of money. I asked him about a payment plan or something. "Look I see you have a bright, bright future ahead of you. If you use your head. I see you going far. Now I'm willing to waive the 100 grand and take 3% on that track." I was so excited I was going to be working with Hitmaker! "So let's get started!" I told him. "Now it's something you have to do for me." I sat back in my chair, "What's that?" Hitmaker stood up walked in front of me, and stood there. Then said "Use your head."
I jumped up out my seat, "Man if you don't get the fuck up out my face with that shit." I yelled and walked out his studio. I wasn't about to suck nobodies dick for a track. He had me all the way fucked up. I went home and prayed about it. The very next day I went back to working with that same producer as before. Fuck it I would make it on my own. With the resources I had. We worked on track after track, after track. At what seemed like a snails pace. Shit after a couple months the label was looking for me to release a promotional single; something to introduce me to the public as their new artist. I sent the tracks I liked the best to J. E. and waited for a response. About a week later he called me into his office for a meeting. When I got there he was sitting in his office at his large desk. With the blind drawn, all except one. You could peer out over the city threw that one window. "Calvin, how you doing?" he greeted me. "I'm alright." I responded "Have a seat, so we can discuss these songs you sent." He then played all the tracks in front of me. Then sat there quiet, no applause this time. After a minute or so his lips parted. "How do you feel about these songs?" He asked, and it seemed like a trick question because I could tell by the look on his face he wasn't feeling them at all. "I like the tracks, I feel they're a good representation of the artist I am." He leaned back in his chair nodding his head. "Oh you, well in that case I will be completely honest with you. If you were anybody else I would drop you. This here ain't what the public want to hear. This here will not put you in Bentleys, Mansions, and rich hoes. This here will have you back at your mom's house recording songs for YouTube. I suggest you come up with better or be prepared for that outcome. I'll give you a month to give me a track I can put out there or you will be dropped." Shocked I had no idea what to say, I got up and retreated back to my place. I laid in bed, damn there in tears. I could see my dreams coming true, they were right there within reach. I didn't want to have to start all over. I've come to far.
I called my mom and asked her for advice. She plain out told me "If you're passionate about it, let nothing stand in the way of you getting where you want." After that little talk, I laid there thinking, what could I do, I needed something. I needed a hit, not just any track. I needed a chart topper right out the gate. Just then Hitmaker popped in my head. But I couldn't do no shit like suck a dick for a track. I'm not gay, I fuck hoes, giving them nothing but this fat long dick. I don't suck on them. Ain't no fucking way imma bitch out like that. I mumbled to myself. I got up out the bed and ran a shower. I got in and let the water cascade down my body. My mind began to wonder if doing it to him once was it really that bad. And nobody would ever know. Plus I could keep my contract and get the track I needed. Then my mind switched up, but what about my manhood, what kind of man would I be if I sucked another man's dick? There's no way I could set myself up to do it. I got out the shower and stood there staring in the mirror for what seemed like hours. Some how that night I managed to get dressed, board the subway and end up standing at Hitmakers studio door knocking.
I hoped he didn't answer but he you know he did. "How can I help you?" he asked. "I really need to work with you man." I responded. He stepped to the side and let me in. It was a couple people in the studio lounging around so I asked him "Should I come back later?" Rubbing his dick, he replied "Nah" and told them to go. I walked to the back of the studio and sat down on the couch. He sat down in his chair and rolled directly in front of me. "What made you come back...?" I sat there quiet trying to think of what to say. "I know there's a reason." Hitmaker pushed, "Your the best, and I'm trying to be the best. I tried it a different way, didn't work out. So I am here." He shook his head in agreeance. "So you go my money, so we can get started on these tracks." I sat there looking confused as fuck. "From that look I take it that's a no. Man I don't work free." I took a deep breath then mumbled "I was trying to work out a deal like before." A smile a mile long stretched across his face. "Oh Yea? I thought you wasn't on that." "I'm not!" I told him "But I gotta do what's best for my career and that's working with you." "I respect that man, I really do." Hitmaker stood up from his chair and sat down next to me on the couch. He pulled his zipper down, then reached in and pulled out his hard dick. My heart fucking dropped. I wasn't sure I could do this; now that I was staring at what looked like a soda can with a dick head. I sigh took a deep breath. Then in a rush I picked up his dick, leaned in and took it in my mouth. With my mouth stretched open I bobbed on his head a little. He pulled his dick out my mouth saying "Hold up, hold up, man. Don't rush it. Get up for a minute." I stood up from the couch. "Now take your clothes off." "WHAT??? WHY?" Hitmaker started to laugh, "I want you naked while you suck this dick." Without another word, I quickly snatched my shirt off. "Naw Cal, do it slow." I slowly removed my tank top, then my shoes, next were my jeans and boxers. "Damn nigga, I love a tattooed chest, and your sleeves making my dick twitch. FUCK! Your abs are sticking!" I sat down next to him and reached for his dick again. "Wait lay down on your stomach." I did. "Ok now handle your business." I took his dick in my mouth with tears in my eyes. I bobbed on his head fast with his prick in my hand. As I performed on him, I talked to myself; saying I'm doing this for a good reason. That I'm still a man. That I will be a success, and my momma won't have to struggle no more." His hand massaging my head interrupted my thoughts.
"Man suck this dick, like you a bitch sucking your own. This suppose to be some 100 grand head." I took a deep breath and thought about how I liked my dick sucked. Like how Tashonda use to do it. She would take it down to the base, slob and spit all over my dick, while she jacked it. I did my best to imitate her. Hitmaker was moaning and groaning, thrusting into my mouth. "Whoa nigga was you pretending that this was your first time, cuz GOD DAmn!!!" I ignored his statements and kept on doing what I had to do. He removed my hand after a while and grabbed my head. Feeding his dick between my lips. As he did his body jerked and he chanted "Yea, Yea, Yea." My mouth was full of spit, and it ran down the length of his shaft, his thrust went deeper and his dick grew stronger. My mouth grew warmer and a funny taste engulfed my it as his thrust slowed down and his breathing grew heavy. I swallowed the spit in my mouth after he pulled his hard dick out my jaws. He just sat there breathing. Trying to catch his breath. "I sat there looking at him, I didn't know what to do. He looked over at me "you can get dressed. I'm finished." I didn't move. I couldn't at that moment comprehend what "Done" meant. "What you mean you done? You ain't nut man?!?" "Yes I did. And shit was worth it, it really was." Fighting back tears I asked him. "When!" He started laughing. "Chill my nigga, bout 30 seconds before I pulled out your mouth."
It took strength, prayer, all kind of shit to keep me from bashing this fuck ass nigga in his head with his own fucking chair. I wanted to cry, break down right there and cry. Then get my shit and back home. But I didn't I took that shit as a lesson. I took it as a stepping stone. At least I was going to get my track. I push the event that just happened to the back of my mind, because that very night we started writing the song. Hitmaker pulled out a nasty beat for me. He said "I was saving this for Chris Breezy but imma give it to you." It had a sound that would kill in the club. So with that in mind we wrote about a guy and girl meeting in the club and fucking on the dance floor. I wasn't in the mood to lay my vocals, so I went home, mouth washed, showered, then literally like a baby cried myself to sleep. That night I felt like I lost a piece of myself. The man that I had become was fractured, in pursuit of fame.
Days later I came back to studio, in all honesty prepared to suck his dick in order to lay my vocals, I had done came that far already. Yet that wasn't the case. Over the next week I did my vocals, adlibs, and mastering of the track. We played it back fine tuning it to the tee. The finished product was music gold. At least we thought so. The final thing to do was to send it to J. E. for his approval. Same as last time, a week later he called me into his office.
Chapter 2: Dress for Success
I walk into J. E's grand office and sit down in front of his desk. He spins around on his chair, and sits there looking at me. "You don't like the tracks do you?" I say softly. He lifts up in his chair putting his elbows on the desk. "I don't like them" JE starts off, "I love these tracks." I see you got Hitmaker to work with you. I don't know how you did that so early on but it's a good look. Now we just need to pick a track for promotion, so we can get your name out there." I was glad he mentioned that because I had already had a track in mind. "Well I was thinking about 'Sex on floor' as my promotional track. I love the feel of the song, it's a track that can be a radio hit as well as a club banger. It will in my opinion reach a very wide audience." JE agreed "Sex on the floor it is. I've scheduled you a meeting with a photographer next week so we can shoot you some ads and single cover.
I tell you a week flew by, it was time for my photo shoot. But a lot had happened within that week. I needed a stylist for my cover and yes they gave me on but I just wasn't feeling their vision. They wanted me in some European type shit that look like a long skirt. I ended up texting Hitmaker to see if he knew anybody I could use. To my luck he did. The day after I text him, he came through my place and picked me up so we could go meet the stylist. I figured he was feeling sporty that day because he picked me up in his Bentley with a driver. Who got out and opened the door for me. As the door closed I looked over at Hitmaker and laughed. "Oh you fancy huh." He smiled then leaned over and kissed me. I pushed that nigga back, quickly wipping my lips. "What the fuck wrong with you man." Hitmaker sat over in his seat chuckling, "I see the straight boy still ain't learn how to play right to get right where he wants in this business." I shook my head, "A kiss nigga, a KISS!!!" "You want the stylist right?" I shook my head yes, and he let up the partition. Then unzipped his pants and laid his dick on his thigh. "Suck this dick. Until we get there." i just stared at him. He was loving this shit. He really was. Hitmaker knew this wasn't me. I knew it, but I also knew I had to suck his dick.
I took his dick in my mouth letting his hand guide my head up and around his dick. I kept my eyes clothed but the tears still seeped through. I heard the moans, but I refused to look up at him. I can tell you this though from the sound of it, he was loving my mouth. I can't lie it felt good to hear the sounds. I felt the car come to a stop and he pulled his dick out my mouth and tapped it on my bottom lip. "We're here." I wiped my eyes, fixed my clothes, and got myself together. The driver came around and opened the door. I couldn't help but wonder if he knew what had just went down. Even if he did I told myself that it was something I had to do, I was on my way to success, sucking a dick helps it along. I'm still a man, I'm still straight, I'm not gay. He is. You can't let nothing stand in the way of your dream.
I step out the limo and wait for Hitmaker to exit, as he does flashbulbs light a blaze as cameras quickly snap pictures of him. We rush in the store, trying to get out of the spotlight. As the front door closed, out walked a bald, medium build dude; dress all flashy and shit. I figured he must be the stylist. He walks up and greets Hitmaker, then looks over at me "Damn, what do we have here?" I stood there with a mean unit in my face. "Ryshad this is a new artist of JE, he got a photoshoot coming up for his first single and we need your expertise." Hitmaker answered. The stylist looked me up and down, "A new artist? A new artist can't afford me. He needs to find someone else." "I need you to do me a favor man, I'm taking him under my wing. I got faith that he can make it. He has that drive." Hitmaker pleaded.
Ryshad walked up and reached for Hitmakers hand, pulling him towards the back of the store. "Come to my office, let's discuss this." The two disappear to the back and I check out the clothing he had in the store. Lots of nice pieces but them prices were no joke. This nigga must be making a killing dressing people. Ten minutes had past and they were still in the back. I slowly wandered my way to the rear of the building, the closer I got, the louder the moans. I decided I should mind my own and I went back to the front and sat down.
After about twenty minutes, they both emerged adjusting their clothes. Hitmaker covered in sweat. Ryshad called me over to him and told me to strip down. Confused I quickly asked "Why?" He stopped going through the rack of clothes and slowly turned around to me. "I need a blank canvas. Now strip." I took off everything but my socks and boxers briefs, I stood there waiting for him to turn around and tell me what was next. Ryshad shuffled through the racks of clothes, mumbling to himself. He took so long i almost thought maybe had forget about me. I took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, thats when he turned around and looked at me. And looked some more, he stood there just staring at my body. I could of swore i seen slob forming in the corner of his mouth. It took for Hitmaker to walk up for him to snap out his daydream.
"Everything alright Ryshad?" He asked him. "Yes everything is perfect..." He said slowly smiling at me. He walked up to me and asked me how "did you get such an amazing body?" I simply told him i work out daily. "I know in this business appearance is everything, so i try and keep mine top notch." He rubbed his hand down my stomach, "These abs though, god damn!" I pushed his hand away. "Your tattoos look amazing against your bright skin." "Can we skip all that and get down to business." I asked, Ryshad shot me a mean look and proceeded to hand me a pair of pants and shirt. I tried on the outfit and wasn't feeling it. It wasn't what i felt like i needed for my single cover. I explained to him that i wanted a look that would make the ladies say, "I'd fuck him right here on the dance floor." We tried on a couple more outfits and i left with three looks i felt would make a great cover shot. I got Ryshad number and thanked him for his time. I also let him know that if i blew up he'd be my personal stylist.
Me and Hitmaker left the shop, back threw the paparazzi into the waiting limo. "Man i really do appreciate what you did for me man, i really do Hitmaker." I expressed my gratitude even though i had to suck his dick in order to get that favor, I still did appreciate it. He looked up from his phone, "Aint nothing man, but if you really want to thank me; you know what to do." I looked down to see him rubbing his dick threw his pants. "Nah man i had enough of that for today. My jaw hurt just thinking about it." Shockingly he replied "But mine don't." I ain't know what to say. I just sat there quiet, looking out the window. Before i knew it he had slid over next to me in the limo, rubbing his hand down my chest. I removed his hand and told him. "I ain't sucking no more dick man! Chill the FUCK out!" He whispered in my ear "Who said anything about you sucking?"
"Man I don't want you sucking on my shit either. IM NOT FUCKING GAY!" Hitmaker slid away from me a little, saying "I'm not trying to bless you with my mouth." I was confused as hell didn't know what he was talking about. So I asked him. By that time we had pulled up to his condo downtown, the driver came round and opened his door. But instead of getting out, Hitmaker had the driver get in. "Suck his dick." Is all he said to him. The driver leans forward, reaching for my zipper. I punched his hand telling him to "back up of me." I reached for the door handle, trying to get out the car. "Wait Calvin, listen to me for a second." I flop back in the seat, "What man!?" "I pay you ten grand to let him suck your dick right here, right now."
Needless to say I closed my eyes and unzipped my pants. I felt a hand reach into my pants and pull out my soft dick. A few seconds later warm breath breezed down from my head to my balls, then a tongue went from my balls to my head. In one gulp my dick felt like it was engulfed in comfy wet velvet. I tried to fight it but my meat stiffened right up in his mouth, soon I could feel my dick bending down his throat. His mouth felt better than a pussy; so tight and moist. I could feel his tongue swirling around the top of my head, while his hand jacked my dick. Soon I felt his hand disappear and another set of lips running down my shaft.
Ch. 3 Do what you have too.
I opened my eyes to see the driver sucking on my head, while Hitmaker lips caressed the side of my dick. I can't lie that shit felt nothing short of amazing, I squirmed and moaned as they tagged team my dick right in the backseat of the limo. It took mere minutes for me to let my balls loose in the drivers mouth with the way these two were working my joystick. I came so hard I felt as tho my soul had been lifted from my body, I could barely move. With no emotions at all the driver whipped his mouth and step out of the car, then stood waiting to open my door when signaled. Hitmaker sat over in his seat, smiling hard "So you liked it?" "It was alright." I replied. "From the looks of it, it was more than alright." He laughed but stopped when I told him that it I needed 20 grand not 10. "That wasn't the agreement Calvin." "Yeah the agreement was for the drivers mouth, not yours. Your mouth is an extra 10." Hitmaker stared at me for a second then pulled out his phone to text his accountant right then and there to have the money transferred. I motioned for the driver to open my door but before I got out I smile and said "Nice doing business with you." Then walked in my building.
I was awaken the next day by a call from JE, he explained to me that I needed an assistant, because times were about to become hectic real soon with the release of my first single, and it would be easier for me to keep up with an assistant. To my relief he had already found some perspective candidates and scheduled a couple interviews before my photoshoot later that day. So to arrive at the location about two hours early. I glanced over at the time on the wall, I only had a hour to get there, but first I needed to do my morning ritual, so I quickly took a 'in bed' selfie for my instagram followers. I had over 500k followers. When I got out of bed, I headed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth washed my face then took a mirror selfie. Undressed, got in the shower, soaped up and took a shower selfie, then a selfie in my towel, oh and one more after I got dressed. I found that was an easy way to keep my fans interested in me and feel as though they were there with me on my journey in life. I grabbed my shit and headed out the door. On my way I checked my account to make sure Hitmakers deposit went through to my account, then sat back and ordered clothes online until I reached my destination. I made it to the location about 30 minutes late but as soon as I got there I started taking interviews in my dressing room. I had seen a couple of promising candidates but none I felt was a good fit until this brown skin chick with a slim waist, and thick thighs walked in. Long story short, we interviewed that couch with her riding this long hard dick. I think I may have to hire her. I took her number and told her she definitely would get a call back. By the time we finished up, it was time for the photo shoot.
The set up of the shoot was me in a bed with a model in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by people. We were to pretend like we were making love as people danced around us. The only problem was; the way the model grinded on me as she rode me topless had my dick rock hard! I know she felt it poking up against her. To my surprise she kept riding like nothing was trying to go up in her. She kiss and bit my lips, I caressed her back and kissed her tits. I could almost hear her moans over the music. I think she enjoying this just as much as I was. Confirmation came when she leant down and whispered in my ear "Damn your fat ass dick feels good press against my clit. You're going make me wet my panties." I clinched her waist and smiled as her tits move back and forth across my face. The model moved her body slow as she press her pussy hard up against my shit, her moans grew louder and longer, her nails dug deep into my chest and her body shook uncontrollably. I looked into her eyes and her pupils were nowhere to be found, she was in heaven on top of me and that last moan let me know she'd just went beyond. I pulled her in and kissed her on the neck. After all that the director finally yelled cut. When she raised up her panties were soaked and so was my boxers. She wrapped the sheet around her then walked off set. Leaving me there covered in her pussy juice. I had an intern on set bring me my pants, I slipped them on so I could walk over to check out the shots.
They were perfect, the photographer captured exactly what the song was about. I was ready to see the final product and get my single out there. I just hoped that JE like the shots as much as I did. Before I left back to my dressing room the photographer assured me he'd have my cover ready by the end of the day. I was excited that I had finished my first official photo shoot and took a couple pics on set to post on my Facebook for my fans. Later that night i went out to the club by myself bought a table in VIP, got faded and relaxed. I caught a taxi home and woke up that next morning next to some random chick. I had no idea who she was or how she got there. The only reason i know i caught a taxi was because i had a car in my pocket. I shook her, waking her up “Who are you?” She looked at me confused, “Who are you?” “Shit i asked you first, how you end up in my bed?” She looked around my room. Then sat up in my bed “I have no idea. Last i remember i was at the club.” She stated getting out my bed gathering her clothes. I let her out my place and headed straight for the shower, then the clinic to make sure i hadn't caught any diseases. Everything came back ok. A couple days later i got that call i was waiting for from JE. They were releasing my single today and he wanted me to approve the final artwork.
I headed straight to his office, no stops. When i reached he had a giant poster covered by a silk sheet. When i entered he said “Congratulations.” then pulled the sheet off. It was more than what i could of ever asked for. It was me on top of the model with her legs around my waist as i kissed her. The people in the background dancing set of the picture. That had to be the happiest day of my life. Its hard to write in words the way i was feeling. A nigha was near to tears. I had to compose myself though and get through this meeting. “Calvin today is the day. How you feeling?” “JE you just don't know how excited i am, i've dreamed of this day man, real shit.” “I understand but to day is the release of your single now the hard work starts. I’ve lined up a couple of club performances for you to help promote your single. Tonight i want you to release your single on your facebook page and twitter, also post a clip of you singing it live on your Instagram with a link to it on Itunes.Tomorrow night you have a performance at 50/50 Club thats going to be recorded and posted to Youtube.” We finished up the meeting and i headed home to call my mom, she was so excited and said she would be the first one to buy a single. The moment i got home i recorded myself single ‘Luv In the club’ then posted it on all my social media sites, along with a link to buy my single. I was so hyped i had a drink and went to sleep, if i didn't i would've been up all night going crazy reading the comments my fans were leaving. The next morning i awoke and immediately check my facebook, i have over 20 thousand comments on my song. I was terrified to read them so i didn't. I just went on about my day like nothing was different. I got a text from JE around 1 o’clock that day asking me to meet him at his office.
I pulled up to his office nervous, thinking he was going to tell me that my single wasn't doing well. I took my time getting on the elevator, and getting off. I walked slowly down the hall to his secretary desk who wasn't there for some strange reason. So i just went straight to his office door, and opened it. Soon as i stepped in, confetti dropped, balloons and shit came out of nowhere. I was completely shocked, i had no idea what was going on. Until i seen a banner that said, ‘Congrats on the Number 1 Itunes single’ i literally passed out, JE, his assistant, and Hitmaker had to come get me up off the floor. When i awoke, JE told me my single went to number 1 on Itunes and had been number 1 all day, also it was the most added R&B track on radio, and on track to chart somewhere on the Billboard Hot 100! I was thru, i couldn't take anymore news, but we decided to go out and celebrate after my performance tonight.
As soon as I left his office I headed to practice for my performance, i was so hyped I smiled the whole way there. I thanked my fans on social media and posted videos of me singing my song. The great news of my single doing well was on intensified when I found out my show was sold out. All this only made me rehearse harder, i wanted everything perfect. That's what my fans deserved, a great show. And that's just what I gave them. That performance was one point in my opinion, one of my best even to this day. A couple friends, family, and label people celebrated with my at the club that night. I was throwing them drinks back like it was a bitch throwing her ass. By the time the club closed it was completely fucked up. All I remember was bits and pieces of that night, but had no idea why I woke up in Hitmakers bed with both of naked and a used condom full of nut still on my dick.
Chapter One: My Star will Rise.
3 Platinum Albums, 6 Hot 100 #1 Singles, 25 millions digital singles sold. 4 Grammy Awards; including best new artist, 5 American Music Awards, 6 Billboard Music Awards. I'm one of the top music acts in the world. My name stays at the top of the Charts, but getting my name to that spot took a lot from me. I had to sacrifice and do things a young man like myself never thought I would do. But in pursuit of the fame, me; Mr. Myers did somethings. I'm writing these memoir so that I can show the world that this music industry will damage you as you try to enter it and make a name for yourself. My name has been changed and so has others for their privacy and my safety.
I found out that I could sing at a very young age, and from that point on I knew I wanted to grow up to be a singer, not just any singer, a famous singer that it is. But the road to getting there wasn't as easy I thought it would be. Threw out my childhood I talked my mom into taking me to auditions, I tried getting a manager, singing competitions, everything I could think of to get me to the top but nothing seems to work. That's until I got "Discovered" via posting videos of me singing my own songs and covers of others singers hits.
A talent scout contacted me about scheduling a meeting a couple months after my 18th birthday. I just knew this was my big break I was looking for. After all the let down. I thought my all hard work and determination was about to pay off. I could look out for my family. My friends, you know do it big! He flies me and my mom to New York. Sent a limo to pick us up from the airport, we head straight to his office. We wait in the lobby as no receptionist informs him that we are there for the meeting. An assistant comes out and walks us back to these giant wood doors. When we walk in there's about ten people sitting at a long table. Who all stopped talking to glare at me as I walk in the room. A short black, slim guy got up from his seat making a b-line towards me. "HI I'm J. E. I'm the one who contacted you about setting up this meeting." I remember he introduced me to everyone there, then pulled out a seat for me n my mom. J. E. Then showed the group a showcase of my YouTube videos, then asked them for their thoughts. Nothing but positive reviews. "Calvin we here Miracle Records want to sign you off of your videos alone. But could you go to the stage and perform a little something for us?" I get up and perform Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal". At the end of the performance they all clap then it was silence.
"Calvin great performance, nice dance moves but somethings missing." J. E. says before stopping to think. "You know somethings missing. You have that it factor but it's not popping." He sat there quiet for a couple minutes then said "take off your shirt." I did as he said. His eyes lit up. "You just popped!“ he yelled as he stood up clapping."Your body is cut for a 18 you old. And the tattoos definitely give you that bad boy look that will be a plus with young girls. The light skin with a low brush cut and those looks... Man you can make millions. I can see your star rising Calvin." "Thank you sir I'm ready for it to rise." J. E. walks up to the stage, you stick with me and you'll go straight to the top. " Excited I ran up and hugged my mom sitting at the table." Calvin go back to the hotel. Get some rest and I'll meet with you tomorrow about signing you and other things of that nature." Me and my mom left and headed back to our hotel. I hung out with her in her room before I went to mine. I unlocked my door and it was filled with clothing, shoes, and jewelry. On the dresser was a card saying You will soon earn this. Congrats - J. E. I tried on some clothes and jewelry, then tried to fall asleep. I couldn't I was to excited about signing my deal.
The next day I awoke to room service, a buffet breakfast laid out in my suite. I invited my mom over and we ate our asses off, as we were finishing up breakfast we got a call from J. E. assistant saying they would be sending a car in a hour. So I took a shower got dressed and waited for the driver to arrive. Once at the office, J. E. sat me and my mom down. Pulled out a copy of the contract he was offering. It was a $750,000 sign-on bonus. One record was due on the contract with an option for two more depending on sales of the first one. I would earn about 9-15 cent of every dollar on every cd I sale. Also the record company receives 30% of any endorsements I receive. He explained to me that this is what they called a starter contract for newly signed artist. He also told me to look over the contract and to come back in a week, he'll fly me back out if this is the route I want to take. I did just that. After we left New York and flew back home I had a lawyer look over the contract and talked it over with my family. Everyone agreed that I should sign the contract and get my singing career started.
The next day I flew back out to New York this time alone. Yeah a 18yr old alone in the big city. In the meeting J. E. explained to me that I should move to New York, using the money sign-on money. Mingle with the music crowd and start meeting my fan base that I've already acquired, while we work on developing tracks. Everything he told me to do I did. I found me a studio loft, sent out meet a greets on YouTube, and started writing my own songs. I would go to night perform and meet other up and coming artist. The one thing they all told me is. "You have to play by their rules to get to the top. Change who you are. Go against everything you believe in." Most I talked to said they weren't going to do that. I wasn't sure at the time if I would. Months went by and I barely heard from J. E. or anyone else from the label. I eventually got an meeting with a low level producer, to start working on a couple singles. We did a couple tracks but to me they just weren't coming out the way I wanted. But just my luck one day this producer named Hitmaker was in the studio coaching my producer, he's one of the biggest music writers and producers in New York; he told me he liked what he heard and wanted to take over working on my single. He scheduled a meeting with me for the next day. Said we need to brainstorm and come up with some ideas.
The day of the meeting I was super nervous. I met him at his studio across town. I was expecting it to be a whole crew of people but it was just him. He asked me what kind of sound I was going for. "I want that futuristic r&b sound but with a hint of 90s to it. Nothing to overproduced I still want my voice to be the showcase." He liked the idea. "I want to work with you, I like your voice and love your look. I'm just not sure if you can afford my studio time. I charge about 100 grand a track, plus 2% on each track for royalties." I explained to him that I really don't have that kind of money. I asked him about a payment plan or something. "Look I see you have a bright, bright future ahead of you. If you use your head. I see you going far. Now I'm willing to waive the 100 grand and take 3% on that track." I was so excited I was going to be working with Hitmaker! "So let's get started!" I told him. "Now it's something you have to do for me." I sat back in my chair, "What's that?" Hitmaker stood up walked in front of me, and stood there. Then said "Use your head."
I jumped up out my seat, "Man if you don't get the fuck up out my face with that shit." I yelled and walked out his studio. I wasn't about to suck nobodies dick for a track. He had me all the way fucked up. I went home and prayed about it. The very next day I went back to working with that same producer as before. Fuck it I would make it on my own. With the resources I had. We worked on track after track, after track. At what seemed like a snails pace. Shit after a couple months the label was looking for me to release a promotional single; something to introduce me to the public as their new artist. I sent the tracks I liked the best to J. E. and waited for a response. About a week later he called me into his office for a meeting. When I got there he was sitting in his office at his large desk. With the blind drawn, all except one. You could peer out over the city threw that one window. "Calvin, how you doing?" he greeted me. "I'm alright." I responded "Have a seat, so we can discuss these songs you sent." He then played all the tracks in front of me. Then sat there quiet, no applause this time. After a minute or so his lips parted. "How do you feel about these songs?" He asked, and it seemed like a trick question because I could tell by the look on his face he wasn't feeling them at all. "I like the tracks, I feel they're a good representation of the artist I am." He leaned back in his chair nodding his head. "Oh you, well in that case I will be completely honest with you. If you were anybody else I would drop you. This here ain't what the public want to hear. This here will not put you in Bentleys, Mansions, and rich hoes. This here will have you back at your mom's house recording songs for YouTube. I suggest you come up with better or be prepared for that outcome. I'll give you a month to give me a track I can put out there or you will be dropped." Shocked I had no idea what to say, I got up and retreated back to my place. I laid in bed, damn there in tears. I could see my dreams coming true, they were right there within reach. I didn't want to have to start all over. I've come to far.
I called my mom and asked her for advice. She plain out told me "If you're passionate about it, let nothing stand in the way of you getting where you want." After that little talk, I laid there thinking, what could I do, I needed something. I needed a hit, not just any track. I needed a chart topper right out the gate. Just then Hitmaker popped in my head. But I couldn't do no shit like suck a dick for a track. I'm not gay, I fuck hoes, giving them nothing but this fat long dick. I don't suck on them. Ain't no fucking way imma bitch out like that. I mumbled to myself. I got up out the bed and ran a shower. I got in and let the water cascade down my body. My mind began to wonder if doing it to him once was it really that bad. And nobody would ever know. Plus I could keep my contract and get the track I needed. Then my mind switched up, but what about my manhood, what kind of man would I be if I sucked another man's dick? There's no way I could set myself up to do it. I got out the shower and stood there staring in the mirror for what seemed like hours. Some how that night I managed to get dressed, board the subway and end up standing at Hitmakers studio door knocking.
I hoped he didn't answer but he you know he did. "How can I help you?" he asked. "I really need to work with you man." I responded. He stepped to the side and let me in. It was a couple people in the studio lounging around so I asked him "Should I come back later?" Rubbing his dick, he replied "Nah" and told them to go. I walked to the back of the studio and sat down on the couch. He sat down in his chair and rolled directly in front of me. "What made you come back...?" I sat there quiet trying to think of what to say. "I know there's a reason." Hitmaker pushed, "Your the best, and I'm trying to be the best. I tried it a different way, didn't work out. So I am here." He shook his head in agreeance. "So you go my money, so we can get started on these tracks." I sat there looking confused as fuck. "From that look I take it that's a no. Man I don't work free." I took a deep breath then mumbled "I was trying to work out a deal like before." A smile a mile long stretched across his face. "Oh Yea? I thought you wasn't on that." "I'm not!" I told him "But I gotta do what's best for my career and that's working with you." "I respect that man, I really do." Hitmaker stood up from his chair and sat down next to me on the couch. He pulled his zipper down, then reached in and pulled out his hard dick. My heart fucking dropped. I wasn't sure I could do this; now that I was staring at what looked like a soda can with a dick head. I sigh took a deep breath. Then in a rush I picked up his dick, leaned in and took it in my mouth. With my mouth stretched open I bobbed on his head a little. He pulled his dick out my mouth saying "Hold up, hold up, man. Don't rush it. Get up for a minute." I stood up from the couch. "Now take your clothes off." "WHAT??? WHY?" Hitmaker started to laugh, "I want you naked while you suck this dick." Without another word, I quickly snatched my shirt off. "Naw Cal, do it slow." I slowly removed my tank top, then my shoes, next were my jeans and boxers. "Damn nigga, I love a tattooed chest, and your sleeves making my dick twitch. FUCK! Your abs are sticking!" I sat down next to him and reached for his dick again. "Wait lay down on your stomach." I did. "Ok now handle your business." I took his dick in my mouth with tears in my eyes. I bobbed on his head fast with his prick in my hand. As I performed on him, I talked to myself; saying I'm doing this for a good reason. That I'm still a man. That I will be a success, and my momma won't have to struggle no more." His hand massaging my head interrupted my thoughts.
"Man suck this dick, like you a bitch sucking your own. This suppose to be some 100 grand head." I took a deep breath and thought about how I liked my dick sucked. Like how Tashonda use to do it. She would take it down to the base, slob and spit all over my dick, while she jacked it. I did my best to imitate her. Hitmaker was moaning and groaning, thrusting into my mouth. "Whoa nigga was you pretending that this was your first time, cuz GOD DAmn!!!" I ignored his statements and kept on doing what I had to do. He removed my hand after a while and grabbed my head. Feeding his dick between my lips. As he did his body jerked and he chanted "Yea, Yea, Yea." My mouth was full of spit, and it ran down the length of his shaft, his thrust went deeper and his dick grew stronger. My mouth grew warmer and a funny taste engulfed my it as his thrust slowed down and his breathing grew heavy. I swallowed the spit in my mouth after he pulled his hard dick out my jaws. He just sat there breathing. Trying to catch his breath. "I sat there looking at him, I didn't know what to do. He looked over at me "you can get dressed. I'm finished." I didn't move. I couldn't at that moment comprehend what "Done" meant. "What you mean you done? You ain't nut man?!?" "Yes I did. And shit was worth it, it really was." Fighting back tears I asked him. "When!" He started laughing. "Chill my nigga, bout 30 seconds before I pulled out your mouth."
It took strength, prayer, all kind of shit to keep me from bashing this fuck ass nigga in his head with his own fucking chair. I wanted to cry, break down right there and cry. Then get my shit and back home. But I didn't I took that shit as a lesson. I took it as a stepping stone. At least I was going to get my track. I push the event that just happened to the back of my mind, because that very night we started writing the song. Hitmaker pulled out a nasty beat for me. He said "I was saving this for Chris Breezy but imma give it to you." It had a sound that would kill in the club. So with that in mind we wrote about a guy and girl meeting in the club and fucking on the dance floor. I wasn't in the mood to lay my vocals, so I went home, mouth washed, showered, then literally like a baby cried myself to sleep. That night I felt like I lost a piece of myself. The man that I had become was fractured, in pursuit of fame.
Days later I came back to studio, in all honesty prepared to suck his dick in order to lay my vocals, I had done came that far already. Yet that wasn't the case. Over the next week I did my vocals, adlibs, and mastering of the track. We played it back fine tuning it to the tee. The finished product was music gold. At least we thought so. The final thing to do was to send it to J. E. for his approval. Same as last time, a week later he called me into his office.
Chapter 2: Dress for Success
I walk into J. E's grand office and sit down in front of his desk. He spins around on his chair, and sits there looking at me. "You don't like the tracks do you?" I say softly. He lifts up in his chair putting his elbows on the desk. "I don't like them" JE starts off, "I love these tracks." I see you got Hitmaker to work with you. I don't know how you did that so early on but it's a good look. Now we just need to pick a track for promotion, so we can get your name out there." I was glad he mentioned that because I had already had a track in mind. "Well I was thinking about 'Sex on floor' as my promotional track. I love the feel of the song, it's a track that can be a radio hit as well as a club banger. It will in my opinion reach a very wide audience." JE agreed "Sex on the floor it is. I've scheduled you a meeting with a photographer next week so we can shoot you some ads and single cover.
I tell you a week flew by, it was time for my photo shoot. But a lot had happened within that week. I needed a stylist for my cover and yes they gave me on but I just wasn't feeling their vision. They wanted me in some European type shit that look like a long skirt. I ended up texting Hitmaker to see if he knew anybody I could use. To my luck he did. The day after I text him, he came through my place and picked me up so we could go meet the stylist. I figured he was feeling sporty that day because he picked me up in his Bentley with a driver. Who got out and opened the door for me. As the door closed I looked over at Hitmaker and laughed. "Oh you fancy huh." He smiled then leaned over and kissed me. I pushed that nigga back, quickly wipping my lips. "What the fuck wrong with you man." Hitmaker sat over in his seat chuckling, "I see the straight boy still ain't learn how to play right to get right where he wants in this business." I shook my head, "A kiss nigga, a KISS!!!" "You want the stylist right?" I shook my head yes, and he let up the partition. Then unzipped his pants and laid his dick on his thigh. "Suck this dick. Until we get there." i just stared at him. He was loving this shit. He really was. Hitmaker knew this wasn't me. I knew it, but I also knew I had to suck his dick.
I took his dick in my mouth letting his hand guide my head up and around his dick. I kept my eyes clothed but the tears still seeped through. I heard the moans, but I refused to look up at him. I can tell you this though from the sound of it, he was loving my mouth. I can't lie it felt good to hear the sounds. I felt the car come to a stop and he pulled his dick out my mouth and tapped it on my bottom lip. "We're here." I wiped my eyes, fixed my clothes, and got myself together. The driver came around and opened the door. I couldn't help but wonder if he knew what had just went down. Even if he did I told myself that it was something I had to do, I was on my way to success, sucking a dick helps it along. I'm still a man, I'm still straight, I'm not gay. He is. You can't let nothing stand in the way of your dream.
I step out the limo and wait for Hitmaker to exit, as he does flashbulbs light a blaze as cameras quickly snap pictures of him. We rush in the store, trying to get out of the spotlight. As the front door closed, out walked a bald, medium build dude; dress all flashy and shit. I figured he must be the stylist. He walks up and greets Hitmaker, then looks over at me "Damn, what do we have here?" I stood there with a mean unit in my face. "Ryshad this is a new artist of JE, he got a photoshoot coming up for his first single and we need your expertise." Hitmaker answered. The stylist looked me up and down, "A new artist? A new artist can't afford me. He needs to find someone else." "I need you to do me a favor man, I'm taking him under my wing. I got faith that he can make it. He has that drive." Hitmaker pleaded.
Ryshad walked up and reached for Hitmakers hand, pulling him towards the back of the store. "Come to my office, let's discuss this." The two disappear to the back and I check out the clothing he had in the store. Lots of nice pieces but them prices were no joke. This nigga must be making a killing dressing people. Ten minutes had past and they were still in the back. I slowly wandered my way to the rear of the building, the closer I got, the louder the moans. I decided I should mind my own and I went back to the front and sat down.
After about twenty minutes, they both emerged adjusting their clothes. Hitmaker covered in sweat. Ryshad called me over to him and told me to strip down. Confused I quickly asked "Why?" He stopped going through the rack of clothes and slowly turned around to me. "I need a blank canvas. Now strip." I took off everything but my socks and boxers briefs, I stood there waiting for him to turn around and tell me what was next. Ryshad shuffled through the racks of clothes, mumbling to himself. He took so long i almost thought maybe had forget about me. I took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, thats when he turned around and looked at me. And looked some more, he stood there just staring at my body. I could of swore i seen slob forming in the corner of his mouth. It took for Hitmaker to walk up for him to snap out his daydream.
"Everything alright Ryshad?" He asked him. "Yes everything is perfect..." He said slowly smiling at me. He walked up to me and asked me how "did you get such an amazing body?" I simply told him i work out daily. "I know in this business appearance is everything, so i try and keep mine top notch." He rubbed his hand down my stomach, "These abs though, god damn!" I pushed his hand away. "Your tattoos look amazing against your bright skin." "Can we skip all that and get down to business." I asked, Ryshad shot me a mean look and proceeded to hand me a pair of pants and shirt. I tried on the outfit and wasn't feeling it. It wasn't what i felt like i needed for my single cover. I explained to him that i wanted a look that would make the ladies say, "I'd fuck him right here on the dance floor." We tried on a couple more outfits and i left with three looks i felt would make a great cover shot. I got Ryshad number and thanked him for his time. I also let him know that if i blew up he'd be my personal stylist.
Me and Hitmaker left the shop, back threw the paparazzi into the waiting limo. "Man i really do appreciate what you did for me man, i really do Hitmaker." I expressed my gratitude even though i had to suck his dick in order to get that favor, I still did appreciate it. He looked up from his phone, "Aint nothing man, but if you really want to thank me; you know what to do." I looked down to see him rubbing his dick threw his pants. "Nah man i had enough of that for today. My jaw hurt just thinking about it." Shockingly he replied "But mine don't." I ain't know what to say. I just sat there quiet, looking out the window. Before i knew it he had slid over next to me in the limo, rubbing his hand down my chest. I removed his hand and told him. "I ain't sucking no more dick man! Chill the FUCK out!" He whispered in my ear "Who said anything about you sucking?"
"Man I don't want you sucking on my shit either. IM NOT FUCKING GAY!" Hitmaker slid away from me a little, saying "I'm not trying to bless you with my mouth." I was confused as hell didn't know what he was talking about. So I asked him. By that time we had pulled up to his condo downtown, the driver came round and opened his door. But instead of getting out, Hitmaker had the driver get in. "Suck his dick." Is all he said to him. The driver leans forward, reaching for my zipper. I punched his hand telling him to "back up of me." I reached for the door handle, trying to get out the car. "Wait Calvin, listen to me for a second." I flop back in the seat, "What man!?" "I pay you ten grand to let him suck your dick right here, right now."
Needless to say I closed my eyes and unzipped my pants. I felt a hand reach into my pants and pull out my soft dick. A few seconds later warm breath breezed down from my head to my balls, then a tongue went from my balls to my head. In one gulp my dick felt like it was engulfed in comfy wet velvet. I tried to fight it but my meat stiffened right up in his mouth, soon I could feel my dick bending down his throat. His mouth felt better than a pussy; so tight and moist. I could feel his tongue swirling around the top of my head, while his hand jacked my dick. Soon I felt his hand disappear and another set of lips running down my shaft.
Ch. 3 Do what you have too.
I opened my eyes to see the driver sucking on my head, while Hitmaker lips caressed the side of my dick. I can't lie that shit felt nothing short of amazing, I squirmed and moaned as they tagged team my dick right in the backseat of the limo. It took mere minutes for me to let my balls loose in the drivers mouth with the way these two were working my joystick. I came so hard I felt as tho my soul had been lifted from my body, I could barely move. With no emotions at all the driver whipped his mouth and step out of the car, then stood waiting to open my door when signaled. Hitmaker sat over in his seat, smiling hard "So you liked it?" "It was alright." I replied. "From the looks of it, it was more than alright." He laughed but stopped when I told him that it I needed 20 grand not 10. "That wasn't the agreement Calvin." "Yeah the agreement was for the drivers mouth, not yours. Your mouth is an extra 10." Hitmaker stared at me for a second then pulled out his phone to text his accountant right then and there to have the money transferred. I motioned for the driver to open my door but before I got out I smile and said "Nice doing business with you." Then walked in my building.
I was awaken the next day by a call from JE, he explained to me that I needed an assistant, because times were about to become hectic real soon with the release of my first single, and it would be easier for me to keep up with an assistant. To my relief he had already found some perspective candidates and scheduled a couple interviews before my photoshoot later that day. So to arrive at the location about two hours early. I glanced over at the time on the wall, I only had a hour to get there, but first I needed to do my morning ritual, so I quickly took a 'in bed' selfie for my instagram followers. I had over 500k followers. When I got out of bed, I headed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth washed my face then took a mirror selfie. Undressed, got in the shower, soaped up and took a shower selfie, then a selfie in my towel, oh and one more after I got dressed. I found that was an easy way to keep my fans interested in me and feel as though they were there with me on my journey in life. I grabbed my shit and headed out the door. On my way I checked my account to make sure Hitmakers deposit went through to my account, then sat back and ordered clothes online until I reached my destination. I made it to the location about 30 minutes late but as soon as I got there I started taking interviews in my dressing room. I had seen a couple of promising candidates but none I felt was a good fit until this brown skin chick with a slim waist, and thick thighs walked in. Long story short, we interviewed that couch with her riding this long hard dick. I think I may have to hire her. I took her number and told her she definitely would get a call back. By the time we finished up, it was time for the photo shoot.
The set up of the shoot was me in a bed with a model in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by people. We were to pretend like we were making love as people danced around us. The only problem was; the way the model grinded on me as she rode me topless had my dick rock hard! I know she felt it poking up against her. To my surprise she kept riding like nothing was trying to go up in her. She kiss and bit my lips, I caressed her back and kissed her tits. I could almost hear her moans over the music. I think she enjoying this just as much as I was. Confirmation came when she leant down and whispered in my ear "Damn your fat ass dick feels good press against my clit. You're going make me wet my panties." I clinched her waist and smiled as her tits move back and forth across my face. The model moved her body slow as she press her pussy hard up against my shit, her moans grew louder and longer, her nails dug deep into my chest and her body shook uncontrollably. I looked into her eyes and her pupils were nowhere to be found, she was in heaven on top of me and that last moan let me know she'd just went beyond. I pulled her in and kissed her on the neck. After all that the director finally yelled cut. When she raised up her panties were soaked and so was my boxers. She wrapped the sheet around her then walked off set. Leaving me there covered in her pussy juice. I had an intern on set bring me my pants, I slipped them on so I could walk over to check out the shots.
They were perfect, the photographer captured exactly what the song was about. I was ready to see the final product and get my single out there. I just hoped that JE like the shots as much as I did. Before I left back to my dressing room the photographer assured me he'd have my cover ready by the end of the day. I was excited that I had finished my first official photo shoot and took a couple pics on set to post on my Facebook for my fans. Later that night i went out to the club by myself bought a table in VIP, got faded and relaxed. I caught a taxi home and woke up that next morning next to some random chick. I had no idea who she was or how she got there. The only reason i know i caught a taxi was because i had a car in my pocket. I shook her, waking her up “Who are you?” She looked at me confused, “Who are you?” “Shit i asked you first, how you end up in my bed?” She looked around my room. Then sat up in my bed “I have no idea. Last i remember i was at the club.” She stated getting out my bed gathering her clothes. I let her out my place and headed straight for the shower, then the clinic to make sure i hadn't caught any diseases. Everything came back ok. A couple days later i got that call i was waiting for from JE. They were releasing my single today and he wanted me to approve the final artwork.
I headed straight to his office, no stops. When i reached he had a giant poster covered by a silk sheet. When i entered he said “Congratulations.” then pulled the sheet off. It was more than what i could of ever asked for. It was me on top of the model with her legs around my waist as i kissed her. The people in the background dancing set of the picture. That had to be the happiest day of my life. Its hard to write in words the way i was feeling. A nigha was near to tears. I had to compose myself though and get through this meeting. “Calvin today is the day. How you feeling?” “JE you just don't know how excited i am, i've dreamed of this day man, real shit.” “I understand but to day is the release of your single now the hard work starts. I’ve lined up a couple of club performances for you to help promote your single. Tonight i want you to release your single on your facebook page and twitter, also post a clip of you singing it live on your Instagram with a link to it on Itunes.Tomorrow night you have a performance at 50/50 Club thats going to be recorded and posted to Youtube.” We finished up the meeting and i headed home to call my mom, she was so excited and said she would be the first one to buy a single. The moment i got home i recorded myself single ‘Luv In the club’ then posted it on all my social media sites, along with a link to buy my single. I was so hyped i had a drink and went to sleep, if i didn't i would've been up all night going crazy reading the comments my fans were leaving. The next morning i awoke and immediately check my facebook, i have over 20 thousand comments on my song. I was terrified to read them so i didn't. I just went on about my day like nothing was different. I got a text from JE around 1 o’clock that day asking me to meet him at his office.
I pulled up to his office nervous, thinking he was going to tell me that my single wasn't doing well. I took my time getting on the elevator, and getting off. I walked slowly down the hall to his secretary desk who wasn't there for some strange reason. So i just went straight to his office door, and opened it. Soon as i stepped in, confetti dropped, balloons and shit came out of nowhere. I was completely shocked, i had no idea what was going on. Until i seen a banner that said, ‘Congrats on the Number 1 Itunes single’ i literally passed out, JE, his assistant, and Hitmaker had to come get me up off the floor. When i awoke, JE told me my single went to number 1 on Itunes and had been number 1 all day, also it was the most added R&B track on radio, and on track to chart somewhere on the Billboard Hot 100! I was thru, i couldn't take anymore news, but we decided to go out and celebrate after my performance tonight.
As soon as I left his office I headed to practice for my performance, i was so hyped I smiled the whole way there. I thanked my fans on social media and posted videos of me singing my song. The great news of my single doing well was on intensified when I found out my show was sold out. All this only made me rehearse harder, i wanted everything perfect. That's what my fans deserved, a great show. And that's just what I gave them. That performance was one point in my opinion, one of my best even to this day. A couple friends, family, and label people celebrated with my at the club that night. I was throwing them drinks back like it was a bitch throwing her ass. By the time the club closed it was completely fucked up. All I remember was bits and pieces of that night, but had no idea why I woke up in Hitmakers bed with both of naked and a used condom full of nut still on my dick.