Bishop "Tutankhamun" Howard's Story

(Give it to me Baby by Rick James interludes )
When I was high as the sky
Out all night just dancin'
You say, 'Let's go home' {Come on, Rick, I'm tired, let's go home}
That's the time I start romancin'

You say how can I love you, how can I love you, baby
When your body keeps on movin'
I say wait till I squeeze you, oh
Maybe then you'll start to groovin', come on, girl

Give it to me, baby (Give it to me, baby)
Give it to me, baby (Give it to me, baby)

Recognizing the song as his ringtone , Bishop awoke from his slumber in lethargic fashion. A possible side-effect of the type of experience he had partaken from the previous night. The song serving as a fitting metaphor for his life. A feminine hand had secured itself around his torso sometime during the night, from the looks of who it had belonged to a redhead whom he had recognized as the lead singer of a popular band, and to the right of her, another arm had bound itself around the waist of the aforementioned girl, this one belonging to another artist he recognized, a nice looking honey-skinned shorty from the islands, both of whom were featured as prominent artists aligned with rival record companies. A satisfactory smirk crept onto his features upon his discovery, reaching for the cellphone atop his nightstand, he recognized the call as belonging to his older brother and boss Bryce, he would respond texting. "You won't believe who's in my bed right now ;)" , sending out the text-message.

A replying message soon prompted following the text he sent out. "I all ready know who you're with, and I don't care, there's some important matters I need to discuss with you ASAP. Need you at the HQ, fate of the business at stake!!!". Bishop shedding the comforters from his side sitting up against the corner of his bed , a look of disbelief written onto his face. He more than anyone understood his brother was not the practical joking type, scanning the last bit of text for a moment, trying to figure out just what might have occured, he took a shot of the still sleeping beauties with his phone before heading to exit the premises of the undisclosed personal estate.