Zendaya

"It's, um, Euphoria night. So, Zendaya was up first, then Sydney is the surprise guest," the PA responds flatly, clearly distracted by this new problem. "Or I guess WAS the surprise guest..."

"Oh, don't worry about her. Syd will be fine," you say with an offhand wave towards the blonde smokeshow. Now on all fours, coughing and topless, as she regains her bearings.

"I was all set for round 2, but Zendaya? No one says no to that," you say, feeling your cock tingle back to life. "She's on stage, yeah?" you ask as you grab your sweatpants, and quickly pull them back on. The PA nods slowly, and you rush out the open door. Despite being completely unfamiliar with where you are, you move through the concrete hallways with brimming confidence, maneuvering between more people who seem oblivious to your presence. Within a minute, you've reached the back stage area, filled with monitors and wires behind a set of curtains blocking the actual stage itself. You can see various cameras capturing the same image from different angles: cute, petite Zendaya - her long, brown legs on display as per usual in a short, but tasteful black dress.

You can't hear the conversation she's having with "Middle-aged White Male host #6" but she's clearly charming the crowd. You smile to yourself, imagining what's to come, and confidently stride through the curtains and out on stage.

Both the host, and Zendaya look incredibly confused to see you, and the audience has no reaction, understandably. You wave to everyone like a recognizable face, and plop down in the seat next to the two-time Emmy winner. "Um, little lost there, sir?" the host offers with a cringe. Dressed like a stoner burnout, you laugh at the awkwardness.

"No, no, not at all. Just here to settle a wager," you say, leaned back confidently with one arm around a still confused Zendaya. "You know, with Sydney Sweeney backstage - secret special guest, everyone! Spoilers! - the crew backstage were all going crazy gossiping about which of these Euphoria girls could take the best dick." There are some gasps in the faceless crowd - and your seatmate - but you soldier on.

"I just got done with Sydney, so she might be a minute by the way. But, suffice it to say, she has got a HEALTHY lead," you say with exaggerated emphasis and hand gestures. "So, I hate to interrupt, but it's time for Zendaya to show us what she's got, and settle this debate." You're surprised to find the crowd is now firmly at your back, cheering loudly at the suggestion.

"Well, I gotta say," the host replies, "That....sounds like a great idea!" The crowd roars again, and Zendaya's face is a mixture of confusion and shock and how the situation has turned. She stares aghast at the genial host, before turning to you, looking you up and down for the first time. The crowd has begun chanting now.

"DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!"