Screw With Her

Bebe takes your hand and rushes you back to her dressing room. "I know we just met, but I really would love it if you spanked me and fucked me up the ass."

"Damn, you're an ass queen?"

"Well..." but before she could finish, she turned her back to you and started twerking. "What the hell?"

"Well, ass queen," you say, "as soon as you stop, I'll spank that ass."

"I can't stop!" said Bebe.

"You're just a hot mess."

Bebe kept twerking, but she reached up and managed to take off her top. She was wearing nothing underneath it. "What's going on?"

"I don't know, ass queen."

Bebe kept twerking, but did it with more gusto. "Stop...what the hell...calling me that!" She was already sweaty from the concert, but she was getting more worn out, but could not stop twerking. She was growing exasperated.