Disclaimer: Clearly, this is a work of fiction. To my knowledge, none of this actually happened.
Sam was standing outside the tour bus, when he heard a crash. He immediately rushed inside, to check on his boss. Sam was 24, and this was his first big "celebrity" job. He'd been a bodyguard for 5 years, but had been contracted mostly for business men, and private events. At 6'4" tall and 265 pounds of muscle, he certainly looked the part. But it takes time to build your reputation. So when he got booked for a 3 month section of Billie Eilish's US tour, Sam was ecstatic.
As the largest of Ms. Eilish's bodyguards, Sam was assigned to her tour bus. They wanted someone that looked intimidating, for the public face of the security detail. It also helped that he was up to date on his first aid and CPR certifications, so he would be a great first responder. Judging by the sound of that crash inside, he feared he'd be putting those skills to use. Sam rushed inside the tour bus, expecting the worst, and found Billie Eilish throwing a mild tantrum. She hadn't fallen. She'd intentionally knocked over her table.
Sam was relieved, and then slightly annoyed, that he'd come in guns blazing for something so minor. Billie looked at him quizzically, and Sam explained that he'd heard the noise, and was checking on her. She thanked him, and then seemed embarrassed that she'd flown off the handle.
Billie was in full stage attire. Hair and makeup done. A pair of sweatpants, and a matching hoodie, that zipped in the front. Both were electric green, to match the stripe in her black hair. Both were slightly baggy, but not as much as they used to be. Since turning 18 almost a year ago, she'd been wearing things that hugged her ample curves, a little more.
Billie had been on a whirlwind rise to fame since she was 15, and had no time for boys. She was a virgin. Before her fame, she'd made out with a few boys (and girls), but in the last 3-4 years, everything had turned crazy. She barely ever got a day off, and spent all her limited free time writing songs with her brother. But she did like the male attention she'd been getting, lately.
It was clear to Sam that something was wrong. Ms. Eilish was upset, and trying not to cry, and ruin her stage makeup. He knew he could get in trouble for getting too personal, but he couldn't help himself. He respectfully asked what was wrong. Billie reluctantly explained that she was having problems with her voice. She normally kept a few remedies around, when on tour, but had forgotten to stock up before this leg.
Sam asked if he could send someone out to get her something for her voice. Billie explained that she went on in 20 minutes and there simply wasn't time. She handed her phone to him. On it, she'd pulled up a website with a list of throat remedies. She explained how she had nothing on the list. There were a lot of things one would expect to find on there; ginger, tea, honey, etc. Then Sam scrolled down the list. At the bottom, there it was, labeled as a desperation move. It was semen. He turned bright red, and handed the phone back to Ms. Eilish.
Billie saw Sam's embarrassment, and looked to see what on the list had turned him red. Then she saw it, and the idea struck her like lightning. Sam was attractive. He dwarfed her 5'3" frame. He was muscular, and generally handsome. A strong jawline, and deep blue eyes. Billie decided to go for it. She stepped to him, and reached for his belt buckle. He was surprised, and hesitated, but only for a brief second.