Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This story was requested by Viri. The celeb pairing was his choice. Enjoy!
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New York City, New York
Round lights were embedded in the ceiling above. They cast dim lights to create a view of the small auditorium floor. None of the seats were visible with all the people standing. Their voices culminated into an ambience of noises. It wouldn't just been another night at the Shining Star club if not for the curtains covering the stage. A special event was in order tonight. The tickets to the club were charged at a premium, with most guests entering via invitation only. There was no workstation for a DJ to operate on the stage tonight. Behind the black curtains stood the man of the hour. His face was on every poster advertising this event. When it came to deciding who received a personalized card inviting them to the club, he also had the final say on that.
"New York City! You are now rockin' with 50 Cent!!"
The voice echoed from the speakers as the crowd erupted into cheers. The intro of the hit song 'In Da Club' began to play as the curtain pulled back to reveal a red backdrop. Curtis Jackson walked onto the stage, holding a microphone in one hand and waving the crowd with the other. He wore a black leather jacket over a white shirt, matching the hat on his head with the classic Yankees NY logo. A diamond encrusted watch was on his left wrist to complement the gold Cuban-link chain sporting a '50' pendant also made up of diamonds. 'Go! Go! Go! Go shawty, it's your birthday!' The crowd was chanting the lyrics, but it wasn't his birthday. Another black man appeared on stage from the opposite side, cradling a golden trophy in his hands. He met with Curtis in the center of the stage, where they shook hands and gave a hug. After the award was handed over, Curtis raised the microphone to his lips.
"Thank you everyone! We're partying tonight! You gotta love it!"
Beat after beat of the song played in the background, shifting the atmosphere into a party. Christina Hendricks watched as he accepted the award, clapping her hands together. She smiled while watching the stage from a large screen off to the left side of the room. Her voluptuous figure was contained within a silky red dress, spilling around the shoulders to reveal her massive cleavage. The sight of her pale white skin stood out in a room of mostly black men in suits and other designer outfits. Her signature long red hair was fixed into a loose beehive with locks split around both sides of her forehead. A strange turn of events led her to receive a personal invitation from the rapper himself. Christina had crossed paths with Curtis in L.A. during the summer when her agent accidentally booked her to try out for a supporting role in Power Book IV: Force. She didn't know it at the time that it was one of the spinoff shows to the successful Starz series Power.
Curtis was there to meet her himself when she went in for an audition. What was a business meeting quickly shifted into a date when he suggested they go out for dinner that night. Christina was impressed that he recognized her as a sex symbol, complimenting her looks on occasion. The night ended without a bang. The role ultimately went to another actress, but Curtis promised to makeup for this when there was an opportunity. That was three months ago. Now she was all dolled up for an event with no press or paparazzi outside. A private party on behalf of Curtis to receive an award related to the New York public scene. Christina was flattered that he would invite her, so she made the choice to dress for the occasion. It helped that she was currently single with no other man in her life. From the lyrics of his most popular song, Christina had to believe he wasn't one to be tied down to a relationship. He was a man who enjoyed sex.
After he left the stage, Christina pulled one of the bodyguards aside to whisper in their ear. She didn't want to wait around. Whatever plans he had for this party, Christina was ready to be there with him. Before the event, she called Curtis on the phone a few nights prior to ask him the details of this event. Since he assured her that there would be no one daring to take photos from a publication, Christina felt more daring. She was completely out of her shell, mingling in a social circle of people she didn't know at all. Had she been counting, she was sure to be one of the few white women at this event. No one seemed to recognize her thus far into the night. Upon arrival, she flashed her invitation card to the security. When they saw that Curtis had signed her card with 'xoxo', she was taken by his handpicked bodyguards to prevent any other men from potentially swooping her for a date.
This made Christina feel special. She grinned smugly at men passing by, giving her looks while she was surrounded by Curtis' special security personnel. They were all black men wearing pinstriped suits and sporting lavish jewelry. It was four men guarding Christina. She felt like the real prize of the night for him. The trophy he was handed would go in a case or on a shelf. When it came to her, she was to be undressed later in the night and to create a memory he would never forget. Christina knew Curtis wanted her. He didn't have to say it. The chemistry they had on their date was enough to give her that impression. This was a night he had been looking forward to for months. It was by mere chance that she was staying in New York when he called last week. This was a date she had no intention of turning down. The only question so far in the night was if he was aware that she was in the building.
After the presentation, a workstation was rolled out on stage with a DJ to play various songs. All of them were 50 Cent's old hits from the early 2000s. A few songs were thrown in from G-Unit mixtapes, none of them that Christina recognized. This wasn't her style of music, but she respected it. Christina was patiently waiting for him to find her or to be taken to him. She asked one of the bodyguards again about when she would see Curtis. The man informed her that he had to record some videos and take pictures to put on his social media accounts first. Since he didn't want her in the photos, Christina felt that this meeting was meant to be kept under the table. They would both have bragging rights by the next day without the general public knowing. It was the stuff dreams were made of that tabloid magazines were meant to speculate on based on photos. If no one recognized her tonight, there wouldn't be any rumors to be sold as blind items on gossip websites.
As the minutes passed, Christina wondered how much longer she had to wait. It could've only been a few minutes, but time was moving so slowly in this place. The bass was so powerful with the beats that she could hear it within the walls when she was escorted to the V.I.P. section of the party. Curtis' bodyguards moved her out of the general party area and passed a black door with a gold knob. The interior design of the club was all black walls, leather seats, and gold lining. The aesthetic changed in the V.I.P. section, where the walls were painted white and the floor made up of gray ceramic tiles with red lining. Photographs hung on the walls in frames, but Christina did not stop and study them. A few people were waiting at the end of the hall. Two black men stood with their phones in their hands, paying no attention to the security or Christina standing close by. She watched as one of Curtis' men stepped past her and down the hall.
"Miss. Hendricks, Fiddy is waiting to see you. He said to come on up."
"I'm on my way."
She smiled at the man, who simply nodded in return. Christina's heels clicked and clacked across the tiles, almost matching the beats to the song playing outside the room. As she turned the corner of the hallway, she caught the looks of a young black man standing against the left side wall. His eyes went from her face to checking her massive cleavage. She strutted her hips, walking directly past him without a care in the world. At the end of the hall was a red door with a basic metal knob. The bodyguard who summoned her stood by, pointing at the door to quietly motion for her to enter. Christina grabbed the cold knob and turned it. She stepped into the room after opening the door and greeted Curtis with a smile.
"There he is. Mr. award winning boss."
"Hey there, Christina. I ain't gonna reject to being called a boss."
Curtis moved in to give her a hug as Christina giggled. They pulled away, and she watched his eyes immediately drop to her cleavage.
"Wow, you look gorgeous tonight."
"All dressed up for you. Did you know I was waiting?"
"No. No one told me you were here."
He laughed, shaking his head before pointing at her.
"I wasn't expecting you to show up. This is a bit of a surprise."
Christina smirked, not believing him at first.
"Oh yeah? Your bodyguards knew just where to place me. They said you were expecting me. I find it a little hard to believe they didn't tell you."
"Well, let's just put it this way. The last time I invited a Hollywood star to one of my parties out here in NYC, she bailed on the last second."
Stepping a bit closer, Christina looked at him with her big blue eyes. She noticed his eyes drop again to her massive cleavage, happily distracting the lyrical genius.
"Oh, that's too bad. Did you invite any other women besides me?"
Curtis shook his head.
"No. I was hoping I'd have you tonight for the party."
The room was made up with black walls and a couch facing a television hanging on the wall. There was a small, oval shaped refectory table close by. Sitting on it were a golden bottle of champagne, two wine glasses, and an ash tray. The wall behind Curtis was made of glass and revealed the interior of the club. It was a proper privacy room for someone to enjoy the music or a show while isolated from any unwanted guests. When her eyes drifted to the couch, Christina grinned. She couldn't help but wonder how many times Curtis had sat there with a woman grinding on him. She wasn't the type of woman to give lap dances, but it was easy to imagine him getting a private show from someone.
"Come on over here, Christina. You can help me pop this bottle."
She overlooked the corkscrew that was sitting on the table next to the bottle. Curtis walked over to the couch as Christina leaned down to grab the champagne bottle and the small metal device to pop it open. She held the bottle over her breasts with the top pointed directly at the ceiling.
