Christina Aguilera's Restroom Adventure

"TWO MILLIONS RECORDS SOLD!!"

That's what Christina Aguilera's agent excitedly exclaimed to her as she held the cellphone up to her ear, walking through the Beverly Hills mall parking lot, headed out to do some serious shopping before her trip to Cabo San Lucus for the MTV Spring Break filming.

"ALRIGHT," Christina beamed back at her agent boisterously, the whole reality of pop culture stardom still feeling giddily foriegn to her.

Dressed in a floopy hat, sunglasses and a neat pair of bellbottom jeans, Christina tried looking as inconspicous as possible as she made plans with her agent before embarking on her spending spree in the mall.

"So when do I have to leave for Cabo?" The 18 year old star quizzed her agent.

"MTV wants you there a day early for a sound check at the stage on the beach..I've got the plane reservations set for 8am Thursday morning..Filming starts Friday night I think," The agent pleasantly reeled off information for one of her star clients.

Eventhough the reality of her own celebrity was still sinking in, Christina was steadily becoming addicted to the spotlight and to the competition with the other so called pop divas competing for Teenbeat covers. Aguilera saw this latest trip to Cabo for the MTV Spring Break filming as just another delightful excursion that proved her stardom was only aimed to shoot higher.

Christina knew she would be down there perfoming songs from her new album and Britney would not. Christina would also be getting the chance to yuck it up on several of the MTV variety shows during the week as well as a celebrity guest. If all went well, her agent had told her, a spot on the Hollywood Squares would be waiting when she returned.

Clicking off her cellphone as she walked into the upscale LA mall, Christina proceeded to get busy spending some of her hard earned, newly found wealth.

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The flight down to Mexico had been rather uneventful, with the only hassle being the usual deluge of autographs to sign for the folks in the airport and on the plane itself. One of the autographs she signed on the flight was in fact for the 40ish pilot who said that the autograph was for his 15 year old daughter eventhough he spent the whole time giving Christina the creeps, gazing at her tight body as if he was mentally undressing her as she signed a copy of her CD for him.

Stepping off the plane, out into the luxurious Pacific breeze on the island runway, Christina sucked in a mouthful of fresh air and decided that life was truly good.

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Her first MTV duty would be to act as a guest/judge for the kareokee show called "Say What". Eventhough Christina knew that most of the impersonating acts would be pure dreck, she couldn't wait to see the girls that tried to do one of her songs on the show thinking that would be kinda cute.

As she settled into her comfortable directors high chair, Christina was fascinated and a little grossed out by the presense of her fellow judges on the panel. She didn't know how long she could handle Weird Al Yankovic's incessant fart jokes and accordian playing. She also didn't like having to share the stage with Daisy Fuentes. Eventhough the Latin beauty was still magically stunning, Christina felt that the thirtyish former MTV hostess was over the hill. "Wasn't she a star way back in the 90's," Christina had whispered to one of her close female friends when she heard Daisy would be on the show with her.

And the fourth member of the panel happened to be Ru Paul, a regular now on MTV's Spring Break coverage. Christina could just picture her career going in the toilet now surrounded by such over the hill losers and drag queens on reruns that would be incessantly played over and over during the coming months on MTV.

Once seated in her beachside chair and prepping for the show however, when the red light went on and the show started taping, Christina for a while thought everything would in the end work out for the best, after all she was by far the cutest thing on the entire show.

The dreadful performances she had to sit through under the burning afternoon sun made for a long, exhausting day. But the seemingly nonstop line of drunken off key singers paled in comparison to the discomfort and disgust Christina felt sitting there with Daisy postering for the camera and the annoyance of Weird Al's never ending adolescent flatulant humor. The third member of the judging panel was really the one thogh that caused Christina the most unease. Ru Paul was sitting two seats down, his dark penetrating eyes weighing heavily on her tiny thin frame, concentrating on her more than anything else going on onstage making her visibly squirm in her seat.

Christina felt a tangible sense of disgust from having the statuesque female impersonator paying that much attention to her. Everytime she would muster the courage to dart her eyes over to confront Ru, the glamourous black crossdresser would sit there and stare right back as if she felt it was her naturaly God given right to glare openly at anyone she wanted.

In a huff, Christina would divert her gaze and shake her head at Ru as if to say, "Stop That!".

"YUCK!!," Christina grumply moaned under her breath.

When Christina finally felt the weight of Ru's gaze ease off of her momentarily, she turned her head to her left and watched Ru, full of sick curiousity as to how all Ru's 'pieces' fit together.

Just as Christina's eyes were able to focus on Ru for a moment or two, suddenly the impecabbly dressed black man rotated his superbly made up face to his right and locked his sightlines right on the shellshocked Ms. Aguilera.

All Christina could manage to do was drop her eyes to the floor in embarrassing shame as she fought the urge to throw up.

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Trying her best to return her focus back to judging the litany of performers that paraded across the sandy beachfront stage, Christina bravely fought off the continuous heated stare from Ru's direction.

By the time the TV taping was over, Aguilera's head was awash in bristling confusion as she jettisoned herself from the set to the relative sanctity of her hotel room. After a long hot bath and some coaxing from her friends, Christina finally decided to accompany them down to some of the bars that dotted the Cabo coastline.

After deciding on a pair of tight, aqua colored pants, a skimpy blue and white halter top that accentuated her flat midrift and a pair of thick white 70ish high heels, Christina and her girlfriends jumped into the rented limosuine and headed out for the evening.

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Being a beautiful young woman that also happened to be a celebrity, Christina had no problem keeping a full drink in front of her all night. By the time midnight approached, the slinky young beauty felt her 105 pound frame start to feel the lethagic but giddy effects of her drunkeness set in.

As she returned from a fast paced dance with a nice looking Latin guy she had met at the bar, Christina noticed that two of the three girls she had come with had already hooked up for the evening and were making thier way out.

Starting her eighth drink of the night, Christina looked up and noticed that the third girl she was with was in the process of sealing the deal with a cute, chisled guy and they were also on thier way to the door, thus leaving Christina all alone.

Cursing privatly as she sipped her margarita, she was frustrated in the fact that all her friends had no problem hooking up with available men while she had to decline in favor of maintaining her image with all the popperozzi that relentlessly hounded her every move.

Suddenly disheartened by the course of the evening , Christina felt her bladder start to strain and decided it would be best to take a quick trip to the bathroom.

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Weaving her way through the jumbled mass of drunken smelly flesh, Christina endured the blatant groping and verbal advances of many of the men she passed on her way to relieve herself. Once she was finally able to reach out and push open the old, rickety, graffitti covered door of the women's bathroom, Christina scanned the cramped quarters until she was finally able to claim the first open stall.

Pushing the door to the stall open and holding her breath the best she could to block out the dingy, heavy odor that hung in the air, Christina quickly eased her tight fitting pants down and took a reluctant seat on the toilet to do her business.

Sitting there, feeling the undeniable weight of her drunkenness settling on top of her, Christina could hear the sound of several women coming and going in front of her closed stall door as well as the sound of the music from outside blocking out the sound of her tinkle hitting the water below.

As she finished up her deed, suddenly the sound from the other side of the door ceased for a few moments as someone took the stall directly to her right. Preparing to start pulling her outfit back together and raising herself off the pot, Christina froze hearing the loud forceful sound of a urine stream hitting the bowl in the stall beside her. Freezing in place, her bare, lily white ass still planted on the unstable toilet seat, Christina held her breath knowing that the sound she was hearing was just not normal in a women's restroom.

Instinctively lowering her head as the rushing sound continued from beside her, Christina strained her head to look under the brown metal divider to see who or what was occupying the other stall.

Pushing her long white bangs out of her eyes, all Christina could see in that brief moment of recognition was two smoothly shaved black legs arched wide as the sound of urine hitting the water continued.

"OHH..maaa..Gaawwddd," Christina voice shivered out loud, echoing around the small humid room as her stomach suddenly grew rather queezy.

Deciding she better make her move quickly, Christina looked as if she was trying to get dressed during a firedrill as she pulled her skin tight pants back up, ignoring completly her red thong panties that had become uncomfortably wedged in her crack.

Bursting out the door of her stall without even taking the time to flush, suddenly Christina fell victim to the age old reality that men can finish what they are doing and get back together quicker than a woman can.

As Christina took her first step in making a run for it, the towering, dark spector of an immaculatly dressed Ru Paul stood between Aguilera and the exit.

"And what do you think you're looking at?" Ru asked Christina accusingly, his hands firmly planted authoritativly on his rounded hips.

Christina was shocked and numb from the bluntness of Ru's behavior. "This is a woman's bath...room..I...ahhhh...aaahhh...I...,"She stammered.

"You're nothing but a pathetic little whiny Bitch Girlfriend..that's what you are!"Ru scolded cryptically. "You need somebody to show you what the world's all about Baby!"

Christina tried quickly angling her rail thin body around the huge black obstacle, only to have the powerfully built black man slip his muscular right leg out, preventing the dainty pop singer from passing. "You're not going anywhere Doll! You want to get at that door Huh...You know what I did little girl...I'll tell ya...the bartender out there..he gave me the key and guess who just locked the door behind me..hehe..seems Mr. Bartender kinda liked giving and getting a little head you know...So unless you got some karate stored up inside that little limp body of yours ...you aint kickin' through that door..that is until I'm finished with you!"

Being that close to Ru, her body wedged between Ru's and the hard, skummy porcelin sink, Christina's only option was to cower backwards slightly as she tried to compose herself. Screaming would do no good she reasoned with the volume of noise out in the dance hall. As her blood coursed through her body like ice crystals, she tried mustering up a few words for the towering black drag queen. "What did I ever do to deserve...th..th...this?"

"Nothing Sweety...really don't worry about blame...the only question you need to worry about is what I'm gonna do to that cute little melon ass of yours Honey!" Ru gleamed, shaking her head side to side with confidence.

Hearing that, Christina's eyelids batted rapidly as she focused on the front of Ru's tight, fire engine red, skirt and the burgeoning tent pole that was rising right below his waistline. As the rounded plum sized head of Ru Paul growing penis strained out against the sheer fabric of his miniskirt, Christina felt her petite feet seem to melt into the dirty tiled floor below.

Trying her best to maintain her balance in those tight pants and awkward high heels, Christina felt her head start to swim when she saw both Ru's hands descend to the hem of her short dress. Taking the satiny fabric in his massive hands, Ru lifted his shirt up until Christina Aguilera was unavoidably confronted with the sight of Ru Paul's massivly erect male gentialia, seemingly seething at her as if it was an angry black serpant.

Wrapping one of his hands around the thick base of his pipelike appendage, Ru seemed to shake it directly at Christina , mocking her with it, enjoying the way all the color went right out of the pop diva's face. Slowly stroking his manhood, Ru stood there blocking Christina's escape, smiling at his trapped prey gleefully.

"Is this what you were staring at Bitch...you were wondering if it was real..if what everybody said was true...Well take a look little girl..this thing is big enough to make you into a woman..and every inch of it is real...Bet none of those dinky little boyband boys you hang with got anything like this" Ru said haughtily as Christina hypnotically stared at his throbbing endowment.

Christina shook her head briskly from side to side as if to wake herself from a cruel biting nightmare, but the grotesque sight in front of her refused to disappear. In her mental breakdown, Christina never felt her shoulder blades colliding with the wall behind her as she tried backing away from the harrowingly carnal sight of the large beautiful man stroking his cock with one hand and holding up the tight miniskirt he was wearing with the other.

Trapped now in the corner, the 18 year old star cowered anxiously as the imposing and thouroughly blunt drag queen slowly strutted closer, rolling his hearty erection between his fingers like a meaty black sausage. Looking down at Christina, who was seemingly shrinking in front of him, Ru licked the pooling, lustful droul off his lipstick coated lips, then told her "I'm gonna show you what a real man feels like inside of you..Slut!"

Christina froze like a doe in headlights as Ru reached out with his free hand and guided it towards the teenager's trembling, ashen face.

The glitter Christina had sprinkled across her chest and cheeks glimmered in the pale luminous light of the restroom as the shadowy spector of Ru Paul's impending touch shattered her to the core.

When she felt Ru's long, baby soft fingers dig into her long straight hair and then ball tightly into a fist, Christina let out a deep, protracted gasping sound as the drag queen's grip tightened.

Watching through her slitted eyes as Ru's hand eased down the right side of her head, she could clearly see from the way Ru's cock throbbed and twitched, just how aroused he was getting running his fingers cruelly through her frosted white mane.

Not realizing just how intensly the teenage pop diva was staring at his erect equipment, Ru proceeded to ease his hand around Christina's ear, then leaned in and slid his tongue along the perfume soaked gnape of her the girl's neck.

Closing her eyes tightly when she felt Ru's tongue make contact with her goosebump riddled flesh, all Christina could see in her self imposed desert of darkenss was the visual imprint of the rippling and contorted veins of Ru's penis as it hung lewdly between his muscular legs.

"You should never stare little girl," Ru hissed into Christina's ear as he held her securly. You can close your eyes all you want Baby...it still don't mean it won't reach up and smack ya!"

With the all the power of a man that easily outweighed her by 100 pounds, yet with all the graceful elegance of a woman who knows exactly what she wants, Ru took Christina harshly by the shoulder and pulled her tense body towards him, kissing the stunned white princess directly on the lips.

Christina couldn't have pulled away, even if she had tried. She simply stood there, too numb to move as the impeccably dressed crossdresser sucked every bit of life out of her directly through her parted, glossy lips with his raging hot mouth.

Before Christina had known what hit her, Ru had then forced her body forward until Christina instictively had to reach out with her hands and catch herself on the cold wet porcelin of the bathroom sink. With Christina now looking as if she was preparing to be frisked, Ru stood above the teenage diva, smirking confidentally as he decided how he wanted to take her.

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Dropping his skirt back down over his inflated penis so that he could have full use of both hands, Ru stood above Christina and watched as the tentpole jutting from his crotch obscenly jousted out and stabbed at the pop princess's tight buttocks.

"So pretty..and sooo young," Ru mumbled adoringly as he prepared to strip the young singer.

When Christina felt a pair of strong, insistant hands reach around her waist and take a hold of the snap on the front of her jeans, she felt as if she was in the clutches of some unrestrainable animal. As the echoed sound of Ru undoing the clasp of Christina's leather pants snapped through the cavernous room, the diva's eyes instinctively sprang open as she confronted the reality of the situation by looking at herself in the smudged up bathroom mirror that was no more than a foot from her face.

Batting her eyes and lowering them as quickly as she could, Christina couldn't help but see how smeared her make up had become on her weathered face as well as the charcoal like rivers that dribbled down from her eyes due to her melting mascara.

Clenching her eyes tightly shut, Christina was also left with the indeliable, acid stained vision of Ru standing erect behind her, smiling savagly as he gropped at her tight, aqua blue leather pants.

A moment later, Christina felt the smooth glossyy material of her designer pants trail down the length of her long thin legs until the humid air inside the restroom swirled heavily against her exposed pelvis and thighs. Gritting her teeth together as she desperatly held the side of the sink with her hands, Christina realized everything was happening so fast, she had missed her last chance to try and stop it.

When she felt Ru rip her jeans all the way down below her knees, straight down to the floor so that they were bunched up around her ankles, Christina cringed with embarrassment knowing Ru could clearly see the way her knees were violently shaking together.

Holding her breath in fearful anticipation, Christina tried shifting away from the straining hardness of Ru's piercing erection pressing against her behind. In the end however, it was fruitless, she was sandwiched there between Ru's forceful advances, the cold hard immobilty of the side of the sink and her own fear to make a stand. Whatever Ru wanted to do to her, Ru was going to do to her.

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"God Damn what beautiful tender thighs," Ru exclaimed approvingly as he rubbed his hands up and down the insides of Christina's bare legs. Letting his probing fingers brush up to the area where Christina's leg connected to her pelvis, Ru would then suavely ease his fingertips downward over the young girl's most ticklish regions until her entire tanned legs were covered with goosebumps. Ru would then simultaniously brush his hands back upward, only this time he didn't stop at the trunk of her body, he proceeded on until his 10 fingers connected with the puckered entrance to Christina Aguilera's completly shaved slit.