Pink
Once Upon A Time at the MTV Music Awards Eminem was sitting in the audience with his entourage D-12, security and Dre, being totally bored, he’d already won five out of five awards earlier in the night, and has one more to go for album of the year, and like all other award shows will be called last! Meaning another hour or so more of sitting through boring speeches and lame ass performances.
“A special live performance of Moulin Rouge, when we return!” Billy Crystal announces into the camera, letting the audience know they were going to commercial break, and Swifty howls.
“Bring on the Bitches!” Bizarre proudly shouts in a 313 Hood Tone, as the rest of the men of D-12 shout in agreement, as Dre slides down in his chair, hoping no one notices the boys enthusiasm.
Missy Elliot comes to the stage and introduces Moulin Rouge as the theater becomes dark and the audience becomes silent even D-12, as Dre silently thanks God.
After the performance everyone stands and applauds, D-12 with a little more enthusiasm than everyone else, as Dre notices that Slim is fidgeting more than his usual, but quickly pulls his attention back to the stage when Billy Crystal introduces Carson Daily and Mandy Moore who announces the nominations for album of year then announces The Marshall Mathers LP as the winner.
Marshall and his entourage proudly go to the stage and accept the award, and then Marshall is ushered backstage for pictures as Dre and D-12 mingle with other celebrities, as the show ends and everyone plans their after party actives.
After several pictures backstage Marshall is ushered to a dressing room, and told to wait, and the backstage person goes to find Dre and his friends.
Marshall flops down on the sofa, throwing his head back and closing his eyes and thinks back to the Moulin Rough performance, and how HOT Pink looked, when the door swings open and Pink practically falls in and quickly slams and locks it before turning around and leaning against it.
“What The Fuck!” Marshall angrily states, as he sits up and looks at her, still in her costume from the performance.
“SHIT!” Pink yells out in surprise, as her eyes quickly connect with Marshall’s lustfully ones.
“I Ani’t Goin Back Out There!” Pink firmly states as she seductively walks over to the sofa, and flops down beside him.
“Why don’t you be a good little boy and fix me a drink.” Pink comments, as she begins to fight with the zipper on one of the boots.
“BOY! Who in the HELL our you calling BOY?” Marshall states as he quickly stands, and she glances up at him, then around the room.
“Well! You seem to be the only Boy Here!” Pink comments, then goes back to fumbling with the boot zipper and laces.
“Now! Be a good little boy and fix my drink.” Pink quickly adds as she waves her hand towards a table in the corner with liquor, as Marshall stands totally stunned.
“BITCH! I don’t know who in the HELL you think you are but GET The HELL out of MY dressing room! “ Marshall angrily states, as he walks over to the door and opens it to a very crowed hallway full of press that begin to flash cameras and yelling questions at him when they notice him and he quickly closes the door back and again locks it like she did.
“WELL Mr. Smartass, since you seem to be stuck here, fix my drink.” Pink sarcastically states; as she finally gets the first boot unzipped, unlaced and off, and gives it a toss, and begins to work on the other.
“Fix your own DAMN drink!” Marshall firmly states as he leans against the door, and watches her struggle with the other boot, thinking to himself that she’s got to be the most sexiest thing his seen in a while.
Pink quickly removes her top hat and throws it at him, and he catches it, as she gets up and wobbles over to the table with one boot still on, and grabs the bottle of Gin, then wobbles back over to the sofa.
“Thanks For Your Fuckin’ Help!” Pink sarcastically states, and then takes a drink of the Gin from the bottle, then starts working on the zipper and laces of the boot again.
“Do you mind not drooling! It’s not very attractive!” Pink comments after a few minutes, as she finally removes the second boot, and begins to unsnap her pantyhose from her garter, as she glances over at Marshall leaning on the door.
“FUCK YOU!” Marshall quickly comments, as he begins to pace around the small room, trying very hard not to look over at her.
“Your gonna!” Pink comments with a wicked grin, as she slowly removes her black stocking from her right leg.
“What are you doing?” Marshall comments as he watches her slowly removes the other black stockings from her long slender leg, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning.
“What’s it look like?” Pink seductively asks with another wicked grin, as she stands and playfully tosses her stockings at him as she slowly walks over to him standing in the middle of the floor, holding one of the stockings.
Pink slowly takes the stocking from his hand and quickly tosses it around his neck and pulls a very stunned Marshall into a very passionate kiss, as she grinds her body into his.
Marshall still not sure of what’s going on opens his mouth to her probing tongue, and their mouths begin a hot passionate battle for control, wrapping his arms around her waist, as her arms wrap around his neck.
Marshall slowly starts moving them towards the sofa, as their mouths continue to explore each others mouths, her hands running smoothly through his short choppy hair, his caressing over her back searching for the clasp of her skimpy black silk bra.
Once the back of Pink’s legs connect with the sofa, she quickly swings them around and forcefully pushes him down onto it, and wickedly smiles down at him as she reaches around and unsnaps her bra and tosses it at him.
Marshall rising cock comes to full attention as Pink’s own hands seductively caress over her breasts, then slowly caress down her stomach, stopping at the black silk panty line, and teaseling skimming a finger inside as she wickedly turns her back to him, and bends over to give him a better view of her full ass, before turning back around, and quickly straddling him.
Marshall roughly pulls her body to him, his mouth hungrily attacking her neck, as her hands grip his muscular shoulders and leans back, giving his mouth the opportunity to move to her perfectly firm breast, one then the other, as she grinds into his hard cock.
Not being able to take much more of her grinding into his hard cock Marshall starts to lift her up, to reposition them.
Pink quickly stands, throwing her hand out for him to stop, which he quickly does totally hypnotized in the moment, watching her slowly begin to remove her panties, and then leaves them dangling from her left ankle and playfully placing her foot firmly on his crotch.
Marshall hands slowly caress over the soft silk skin of her thigh seductively slow moving downward to her ankle and her panties, and she gently lifts her foot for him to remove them, and he tosses them through the air, as she wickedly smiles.
Marshall places his hands on her well-curved hips, as his mouth places simple kisses over her stomach, as he moves to his knees in front of her, and she throws her head back in delight. His kisses slowly moving downward to her clit as she places her foot on the sofa giving him better access, as her hands move to his head guiding him to her wet clit. Marshall slowly gently spreads her swollen slit and licks feverishly at her wetness as she moans in pleasure.
Marshall’s well-educated tongue passionately licking on her swollen clit, brings Pink’s first orgasm crashing into her, causing her legs to become weak and her breathing erratic, and she quickly pulls him up to her and kisses him passionately, as her hands work on pushing his boxer and sweatpants down, with some assistance from him.
With everything removed Pink guides him to the sofa and straddles him, as their lips stay connected in a passionate battle. Her clit tightening around his massive cock, as he slowly enters her wet clit, both their breathing becomes erratic; sweat pouring from both their bodies, as Marshall sets a slow pace.
Pink pulls Marshall’s t-shirt over his head, and her hands roam over his bare muscular chest, as he sucks passionately on her hard nipples, while thrusting slowly into her wet clit. Feeling his climax nearing Marshall begins to thrust deeper and harder, as his hands tightly holds onto her voluptuous ass.
Pink screams out his name as his deep hard thrusts hit her spot, sending her second orgasm crashing through her body, and she wraps herself tightly around his sweaty muscular body. The twitching of Pink’s tight clit around his cock sends Marshall over the edge, spewing his cum into her.
“DAMN!” Pink happily states, as she leans up, after regaining normal breathing, and runs a finger around his now sweaty hairline, as he rests his head back on the sofa, as his breathing becomes normal again.
“I have to go.” Pink whispers as she places a kiss on his neck, and then slowly lifts off him and stands, as he looks up at her.
“Maybe the next award show it won’t cost me, now that you know what it’s like.” Pink states, as she bends over and pulls clothes and a cel-phone out from under the sofa.
“What?” Marshall asks in a confused state, as he grabs his t-shirt from the other side of the sofa and pulls it on as he watches her quickly dressing.
“I paid a stage hand to put you in this room.” Pink simple states with a wicked laugh as she continues to dress, as he stands and pulls his boxers and sweatpants up.
“Gotta Go! It Was Fun!” Pink sincerely says as she quickly kisses him on the lips, then quickly leaves the room.
“DAMN!” Marshall states, totally stunned at her comments, but wickedly smiles knowing all she would have had to do was ask, and he would of come to the room for free, but curiously wonders how much it cost her.
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Award Show ~ Free
Slut Outfit ~ Free
Bribing a Stage Hand ~ $1,000
Fucking Marshall Mathers ~ PRICELESS
Pink wickedly thinks to herself as she rushes to her limo that’s waiting
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