Thread: Anarchy's Muse  (Casket & Darkest fate)

A superband? This is punk rock, they don't do 'superbands' Phil, what the fuck are you thinking? The well dressed executive of Hammer Records said as he sat behind his impressive mahogany desk twiddling his pen and giving the fat man standing in front of him a discouraging look. I'm telling you the scene is rife for it, we could make millions! Phil Carmen said, taking a hanky from his plaid jacket pocket and wiping his greasy forehead. He was desperate for this and hoped he could levy the support of the label to get his idea off the ground. The truth was that he owed a fairly menacing Las Vegas loan shark 50k and if he couldn't get this deal he might end up at the bottom of Lake Mead. I'm telling YOU PHIL, the kids won't go for it, Punk is about grass roots, not gimmicks and if we try shoving some corporate constructed 'supergroup' down their throats they'll vomit right back up in our faces. Besides, financially speaking punk doesn't pay, on the business side of things this isn't a sound investment. Harry said leafing though the file Phil had brought him. Bullshit Harry and you know it. I've got the Valen twins sitting right out in the hall, that's a bassist and a drummer, half the fucking band already assembled, I need a guitarist, a singer and maybe a keyboardist and I've got the line up! All I need from you is 100 grand and some tour dates and we'll make our money back Harry, just give me a chance and I won't let you down! Phil said as he wiped the sweat from his mustache and pulled a cigar out of his pocket. No smoking in the offices Phil, you know that.....The Valen twins huh? From the band Incest right? I thought they were done playing after their lead singer OD'ed, how'd you get them? Harry asked. They were done, but I told them I could get them back on stage and they jumped at the chance. I guess sucking on your sister's tits isn't as fun when hundreds of people aren't watching. They're right out in the hall you want me to call them in? Phil said as he walked toward the door. No....jesus phil....don't... Harry started to say but Phil ignored him and invited the two musicians in anyway. Blackie Valen and his twin sister, Angel Valen walked into Harry's office, Blackie had his arm around his sister's shoulder and his hand down her tattered shirt, obviously groping her left breast. Sup suit, how's it fucking? Angel said as she leaned over and kissed her brother on the lips, her eyes never leaving Harry's gaze. My name is Mr. Bentmoore, not 'suit' and if you've got a brain in that pretty little pierced head of yours you'd be wise to remember that, because I'm the fellow who signs the checks, that is if I decide to fund this stupid idea. Harry said, unimpressed by their show of taboo affection. He had a feeling it was all for show, sure they had crazy stage antics but he doubted they were actually indulging in the act a sibling sex. Cool out, Daddy-O, We'll play for you, just get us a singer and a Git-box player and we'll fill stadiums. Blackie said as he grew tired of the constraints of Angel's shirt and pulled her pierced tit right out for easier access. Look at these two will ya Harry! They are tabloid gold here, just sign the check and we'll get to work! Phil said, pleading. Harry stared at the two and knew Phil was right, in the short run Incest had had they'd sold out many large venues with cheering teenagers wanting to here hardcore music and watch the brother and sister duo practically fuck onstage. The problem was that Blackie was a known heroin junkie and Angel drank like a fish, but they'd work that's for sure. So Blackie, does your sister just suck your cock or does she share? Harry asked. I suck any cock I want! Angel said as she pulled Blackie's hand off her tit and strode over to Harry's desk, dropping to her fishnet covered knees in front of him. I hope you like teeth! She said with a cruel smile on her face as she began to unzip Harry's expensive trousers and pull his cock out. Blackie barely batted an eye, he simply walked over to large couch and plopped down, pulling his heroin rig from his leather jacket and fixing himself up a shot. Phil had a big smile on his fat face as Angel sucked Harry off and Harry took that pen and started writing a check. You've got a week to come up with the rest of the line up Phil, don't let me down. Harry said, slightly grunting at the toothy blowjob he was getting.