The Brand by M.N Providence

going on sale in
stores across America. Evidently, Raizer T, also known as Anthony
“Tony” Ryzor, was a music genius, if not an intelligent
businessman, even though he did not have a college degree to prove
it. He knew that there were a lot of people who had spent years
studying at college who would never in their lifetime make the
money he made in a matter of six months. He was also aware that
there were people who were intensely jealous of him, resenting the
fact that he had made “serious” amounts of money from music and
that he had 25,000,000 followers on Twitter. It was because of this
jealousy that he kept himself protected by a team of bodyguards and
caused a scene wherever he went.
     
     
     

Chapter 11
     
    Raizer T had a multi-million dollar mansion
in The Hamptons, with a state-of-the-art recording studio, where he
liked to work during his occasional meditative moods, but he
preferred living in his SoHo condo in the heart of Manhattan. Ryze
Entertainment, his recording label with dozens of artists under its
management, was located on two floors in a tall building in the
Financial District. On a typical day, Anthony Ryzor spent the day
honoring the schedule compiled by his PA, in consultation with the
rest of the people whose concern it was to manage Anthony Ryzor’s
life. On a typical night, Raizer T would spend the large part of
the night in the recording studios at Ryze Entertainment, working
on a music project of his choice, before calling it a night around
2am or 3am. When he arrived home, he would take a sleeping pill and
sleep for exactly eight hours, regardless of what time he went to
sleep. The hours were counted by his phone, which would break into
a shrill sound when the eight hours were enough for Mr. Ryzor to
start the day.
    One night in September 2011 Raizer T worked
late into the night at the Ryze studios in the Financial District
of New York City. At exactly 1.11am he got into the backseat of a
Cadillac Escalade and sat beside one of his armed bodyguards. The
other was sitting on the passenger seat next to the driver. The
driver took them to the apartment block in SoHo, where Raizer T had
a snack prepared for him by someone at the apartment. Then he went
to bed at exactly 2.15am with a black-haired Mexican woman who had
wide hips and big breasts. Raizer T, a self-confessed porn addict,
had people working for him who exercised due caution and diligence
in finding him women to fulfill his sexual fantasies.
    In fact, that night they had organized six
women who were currently at the luxurious apartment for Raizer T’s
exploration; a 17-year-old beautiful, tall, thin and light-skinned
Black girl, with average-sized, upright natural breasts; a tall,
strong-limbed 20-year-old Brazilian with a curvy behind and thick
sensual lips; an 18-year-old American Chinese with tiny breasts and
a small frame; a 23-year-old Black woman of generous proportions,
with a beautiful, smooth face, dark skin, heavy breasts and a big
behind; a 19-year-old blonde with big breasts and a captivating
smile; as well as the long-haired attractive Mexican with a small
waist, who was aged 22 and was described by Raizer T’s people as
“bootylicious”. Save for the 17-year-old, all these women were
pornstars, identified by Raizer T while watching pornography videos
and then requesting his people to find them for him. He was paying
a small fortune for their collective private service, but Raizer T
didn’t mind. He knew no limits when it came to fulfilling his
sexual fantasies.
    When he awakened at exactly 10.15am, his
current harem was brought to his spacious, sumptuous bedroom
quarters. They were all dressed differently in a variety of clothes
common to women in porn films; high-heeled shoes and knee-length
boots, scant G-strings, suspenders, fish-net stockings,
super-miniskirts, etc., including the Mexican, who had woken up an
hour earlier than Raizer T. All six were showered and smelled clean
and fresh as they joined him on