Christina Aguilera – An unwelcome encounter in a restroom of a bar with a fan
“TWO MILLION RECORDS SOLD!!”
That’s what Christina Aguilera’s agent excitedly
exclaimed to her as she held the cell phone 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
“ALRIGHT,” Christina beamed back at her agent
boisterously, the whole reality of pop culture stardom
still feeling giddily foreign to her.
Dressed in a floppy hat, sunglasses and a neat pair of
bellbottom jeans, Christina tried looking as
inconspicuous as possible as she made plans with her
agent before embarking on her spending spree in the
“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.
Even though 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
Christina knew she would be down there performing 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 cell phone as she walked into the
upscale LA mall, Christina proceeded to get busy
spending some of her hard earned, newly found wealth.
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
even though 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
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
Her first MTV duty would be to act as a guest/judge for
the karaoke show called “Say What”. Even though
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 director’s high
chair, Christina was fascinated and a little grossed
out by the presence of her fellow judges on the panel.
She didn’t know how long she could handle Weird Al
Yankovic’s incessant fart jokes and accordion playing.
She also didn’t like having to share the stage with
Even though 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
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
posturing for the camera and the annoyance of Weird
Al’s never ending adolescent flatulent humor.
The third member of the judging panel was really the
one though 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. Every time she would muster the
courage to dart her eyes over to confront Ru, the
glamorous black cross dresser would sit there and stare
right back as if she felt it was her naturally 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 grumpily 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 curiosity 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 impeccably dressed black
man rotated his superbly made up face to his right and
locked his sightlines right on the shell-shocked Ms.
All Christina could manage to do was drop her eyes to
the floor in embarrassing shame as she fought the urge
to throw up.
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
After deciding on a pair of tight, aqua colored pants,
a skimpy blue and white halter top that accentuated her
flat midriff and a pair of thick white 70ish high
heels, Christina and her girlfriends jumped into the
rented limousine and headed out for the evening.
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 lethargic but giddy effects of
her drunkenness 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
their 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,
chiseled guy and they were also on their way to the
door, thus leaving Christina all alone.
Cursing privately 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
paparazzi 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.
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, graffiti
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 queasy.
Deciding she better make her move quickly, Christina
looked as if she was trying to get dressed during a
fire drill as she pulled her skin tight pants back up,
ignoring completely 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 specter of an immaculately
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
authoritatively 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
worlds 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
ain’t 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, scummy porcelain 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
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 Sweetie, 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
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 massively erect male gentialia,
seemingly seething at her as if it was an angry black
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
“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 boy band boys you
hang with got anything like this,” Ru said haughtily as
Christina hypnotically stared at his throbbing
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 thoroughly 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 drool 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 specter 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 intensely 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 nape 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 darkness was
the visual imprint of the rippling and contorted veins
of Ru’s penis as it hung lewdly between his muscular
“You should never stare little girl,” Ru hissed into
Christina’s ear as he held her securely. 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 cross dresser 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 instinctively
had to reach out with her hands and catch herself on
the cold wet porcelain of the bathroom sink. With
Christina now looking as if she was preparing to be
frisked, Ru stood above the teenage diva, smirking
confidentially as he decided how he wanted to take her.
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 tent pole jutting
from his crotch obscenely 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, insistent 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 unrestrainedly 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 indelible, acid stained vision of Ru
standing erect behind her, smiling savagely as he
groped at her tight, aqua blue leather pants.
A moment later, Christina felt the smooth glossy
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 desperately
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
immobility 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.
“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 simultaneously 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 completely shaved slit.
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