Author's Notes: This work is copyrighted by the author. All characters are over the age of eighteen. Nicki Minaj name is copyrighted by her and I do not own it. Please vote and comment on this edited version of the original story I put out.
Thanks to editor saltysooner for all his hard work in editing this story for me.
Sitting in his truck at seven o'clock one night, Chad thought again about how he never imagined getting ready to go into an arena for a concert he wouldn't want to be caught dead attending.
It all started a few nights earlier when Chad was just relaxing at home listening to some tunes on the radio. The DJ came on and asked a simple trivia question. He then announced that the ninth caller to answer the question correctly would win tickets to civic center concert that weekend.
"What the hell, wouldn't it be funny if I actually won?" Chad thought. He quickly dialed the radio station phone number.
"Hello, you're caller number nine!" the voice blasted on the phone. "If you can answer this question caller you will be our winner. What was the last song we just played?" the DJ asked.
Chad promptly gave the answer. "Congratulations, you are the winner!" the DJ said with loud excitement. After a short pause, Chad was told to stay on the line so the station could get some information from him.
After holding for about a minute, someone else at the radio station came on the line and asked for his info. Chad gave it to him and then asked, "Who's playing at the concert, anyway?"
"Nicki Minaj," the station operator told him. "Holy shit!" Chad thought. He had heard of the female rap artist, but it wasn't the type of music he liked to listen to. Chad thanked the operator and after getting some additional instructions on how and where to pick up his ticket, he hung up.
"Shit!" he said aloud. He was still a little shocked but thought, "What the hell. I'll give it a try." He was supposed to arrive early at the concert arena because part of the prize included a backstage "meet and greet" with the singer.
*****
Chad finally got out of his truck and headed in to the side door of the arena where he had been instructed to present his ticket and backstage pass to the bouncer. Stepping inside, Chad saw the DJ he had spoken to a few nights before with a small group down the hallway.
As Chad approached, the DJ walked up to him. "Hi! You must be our radio contest winner."
"Yeah," Chad replied. "Chad Bennett."
"Good to meet you Cha," the DJ said hurriedly. "Follow me."
"Hey!" Chad called after him. "Is it okay if I hang back here at the end of the line?"
"Sure!" the DJ hollered back over his shoulder. "Just don't wander off."
Chad figured that if he was the last person to be introduced, he could have a little more time to chat with the singer without someone else getting impatient for their introduction. As the group headed back further into the backstage area, Chad began to wonder again why he was there. He felt conspicuous as the only white boy in the group. There were a couple of young white girls, but they were just giggly teenagers who clung together for support.
Lost in his own thoughts, Chad missed Nicki's entrance. Before he realized it, he was just a couple people away from her. When it was his turn, Chad stepped up and held out his hand.
"Hi! I'm Chad Bennett. It's really a pleasure to meet you," he said with as much confidence as he could muster.
The DJ jumped in and explained that Chad was the latest contest winner on his radio show. She stared at him with obvious surprise and then her face took on a guarded look. 40 year old white guys were not the typical fan she was used to seeing at her shows.
She shook his offered hand briefly and traded a few pleasantries before he asked to have his picture taken with her.
"Okay," he thought. "she looks good, even though she's not really my type." He tried to be casual not too obvious as he gave her a more thorough look-over. Nicki was wearing hot pink lip stick that highlighted her lush, sensual lips and a skin-tight yoga outfit that emphasized every one of her beautiful curves. "She is hot as hell!" he continued with his private assessment. "A nice, full set of tits and a juicy, bubbly ass."
After the taking the picture with Chad, Nicki caught him looking at her body and instantly called him on it by making some bitchy remarks about how an old white guy wouldn't know what to do with a body like hers, much less be able to keep up with her in bed.
Her mean, crude words stung Chad, but he quickly recovered as his own anger started to grow. Leaning down towards her, he said in a low voice that only she could hear, "Keep telling yourself that, but you don't have a clue about what this white boy can do to that stupid, bitchy ass of yours."
Before she could fire off another retort, Chad spun around and headed out to find his seat on the main floor of the arena.
*****
Having a front row seat for the concert was cool, but each time Chad thought back to what she said to him, he became angry all over again. "I'd love to get that bitch alone in private and show her what this white guy can do to her big black ass."
After a short warm up act, the stage was cleared and set up for the main event. The lights went down and she came out prancing to the loud, booming music and dressed like some cheap slut. For the opening number, she bounced around running back and forth across the stage shouting something that was completely incomprehensible to Chad, but he wasn't listening. His eyes locked on to her tits as they shook and bounced around on their own, threatening to pop out of her skimpy outfit at any moment. She wiggled, shook, and thrust her ass and hips at the crowd in a crude and suggestive manner which drew loud cat-calls from the audience, but Chad was still thinking of how he wanted to give her a fucking like she never had before.
Chad's dick grew hard as he got deeper into his fantasy. Aware of his growing shaft, Chad was glad that he was wearing loose fitting pants. However, when he glanced down, the large bulge in his pants was immediately obvious to even a casual observer. Chad looked up again and saw Nicki on the stage right in front of him and he was sure she was staring at his crotch and licking her lips while singing one of her songs. As she turned to move away, Nicki rubbed her hand between her legs suggestively and looked back to give Chad a leering wink.
Chad was glad when the concert was finally over. He hated the music, but every time he thought about leaving early, he changed his mind so that he could continue to get another eyeful of the full-bodied black singer strutting around the stage and leaving little to the imagination. The lights came up at the end of the concert, but Chad decided to wait a little bit to let the bulk of the crown squeeze out the exit doors. He also wanted to give his raging hard-on a chance to relax and become less visible through his trousers.
Two beefy security guards came up to him, verified his name, and asked him to follow them. Chad asked what was going on as they led him to a quiet backstage loading dock, but they either didn't know or weren't telling. They told him to wait and not go anywhere, and then strolled back in the direction they came from.
Chad was still trying to figure out what was going on when someone grabbed his arm. He turned and saw that it was Nicki Minaj.