Her mistake catches up with her

A drink, Jessica decided, just to help her process what had just happened...

Her decision made, the actress pushed herself off the wall and was just about ready to make her way towards the crowded bar when her way was suddenly blocked. Surprised she found herself face to face with a slim, pale man.

He looked out of place at the rap concert, just from the texture of his skin and the wrinkles on his face she could tell he was at least in his late thirties. From his stature she guessed him to be in some kind of office job, sports rather something to be watched than to be participated in. He wore an expensive red shirt that was half unbuttoned to show of his small, pale chest.

What made him really look weird however was his spiky, bleached blonde hairstyle. Overall he looked like an adult trying way too hard to dress like a cool kid, denying that age was taking away his youth.

“Hey!” she said irritated, trying her best to push past the man, but he didn't let her. She looked at him in annoyance, but that glare quickly paled when she saw the wide grin on the slim man's face. Her heart sank, suspicious of what the leering grin meant.

“Nice show you put on in there...” the man said in an annoying, too high voice, confirming her fears with a wide grin.

Jessica felt her cheeks blush. Not wanting to dignify him with a response she tried to push past him again, but again her attempt was denied.

“What do you want?” she hissed finally, frustrated.

The slim man's grin made her want to punch him in the face. “I want to show you something!”

With that he held up his hand and showed her his phone. Jessica's eyes widened when she saw what was on the display. A photo of her, kneeling in the bathroom stall, her butt exposed and presented to the camera, both her cunt and her asshole on full display. What made it even worse was that the picture had been taken at the exact second she had turned her head to the crowd, and her wide-eyed face was clear to see.

Anger welled up in her stomach and she tried to snatch the phone from the man's hand, but he was too quick, pulling it back out of her reach and pocketing it.

“Fuck you, asshole!” she spat, glaring at him.

The pale man laughed. Another annoying sound. “Good idea!”

Again Jessica's eyes widened at the implication, her mouth falling open incredulously. “Not in a million years, you pig!” This time she managed to push past him and was ready to disappear in the crowd. Her mind raced with fury, indignant. How dare this guy, trying to **** her.

“I wonder how much this pic is worth...”

The sentence made her stop dead in her tracks. Furious, she turned back around. “Wouldn't think it's worth too much. Have you been on the internet? It's full of far more explicit stuff...”

“Not of Jessica Alba!”

His reply left her speechless. She had tried to bluff her way out, getting him to believe the picture was worthless and hoping for the best. It might not have been the best plan in the long run, but it would have gotten her out of this situation. Now that she knew she had been recognized she couldn't play it this way anymore.

“I...” she stuttered.

“Relax, I don't think anyone else recognized you in there. It's just” the spiky haired man pulled up the left sleeve of his shirt, “because I am such a big fan!”

Jessica felt sick to her stomach when she saw the tattoo on Spiky's left lower arm. Nancy Callahan in full stripper get-up. It was a mediocre tattoo job at best, but it was obvious who it was.

“What... what do you want?” she groaned, knowing where this was going. This was a problem that needed to be dealt with, couldn't be ignored.