She makes an appearance on stage

“HOLY SHIT!”

Jessica twirled around when she heard the booming voice behind her and found herself facing a black man, about six feet tall and fat!!! She guessed him to be at least 250 pounds. He was dressed in shirt and shorts, a baseball-cap twisted on backwards. He stormed towards her, which would have been intimidating if it wasn’t for the wide grin on the man’s chubby, happy-looking face. Still, the dashing approach of the big man caused Jessica to freeze on the spot.

“Ya actually came!” he shouted and let out a booming laugh before giving the confused Jessica a breath-taking bear hug, “Fiddy’s manager said you’d be here, but we didn’t believe a word of that motherfucker!”

Finally he let go, leaving Jessica flustered and gasping, and grinned at her. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m James! I am one of Fiddy’s entourage!” He lifted his fist. “He’s gonna be psyched to see ya!”

“Hi…” Jessica stuttered, overtaken by the big man’s approach. Slowly she raised her fist and bumped her knuckles against his, which made James’ smile even wider.

“Are ya having fun? Do ya want a drink? Oh shit,” he let out a laugh and slapped his hand against his forehead, “Ya know what ya should do? Ya should go out there to meet Fiddy! That motherfucker would lose his shit! He’s been talking about ya all week!”

Before Jessica could say a word James put one of his huge pranks around her shoulder and dragged her towards the curtain. Jessica wanted to protest as somewhere in her mind a voice warned her that someone from the audience might recognize her from her antics in the restroom, but she couldn’t find the words to stop the huge man.

Then the song ended. “Okay, go…” James hissed and gave her a slight shove, making her stumble through the curtain. For a second she was blinded by the lights that illuminated the stage. Then the first audience members saw her and some recognized her. A cheerful roar arose as people yelled her name and pointed at her. Jessica blushed and grinned in embarrassment as she made her way to the middle of the stage, towards the buff, shirtless rapper.

Fifty turned, confused by the audience’s action and saw her, a wide grin spreading across his face. He yelled something into his mic which she couldn’t understand over the crowd’s noise and she continued to smile sheepishly as she gave the big man a half hug, feeling his chiseled physique. She looked out into the crowd and saw hundreds of hands stretching towards her, wondering if Martin was among them, just now realizing who he had just fucked. For a moment she just stood there, nervously folding her arms and stepping from one foot to the other, before she decided she had to do something. She shook a few hands, smiling broadly, before she waved the crowd goodbye and made her way back towards the curtain. Behind her she could hear 50 Cent yell, “JESSICA ALBA, MOTHERFUCKERS!” before the next song started.

James waited for her behind the curtain, grinning like a Cheshire cat when he saw her flushed face. “Helluva rush, huh?” he laughed and gave her a hug, “Now, ya wanna hang with us backstage and wait for Fiddy? We got some really great booze and some fine-ass weed… Plus the guys haven’t invited any girls yet, so ya don’t have to worry about them skanks!”