Author's Notes: This fic is *completely* and *utterly* dedicated to Sky...I love ya girl...this one's for you!!! I'd also like to say a great big THANK YOU too Amy, Kathy, Chels, Thaly-Ann, ChelleShady, Faith, Rach, Sky, SteCMC, Tine, Mary, Taz, RaeRae, Gemini, mememe, Short Stuff, Sherrica90, Rana, Mandy, lilykai, Brittany and Cassidy for the feedback!!
~PART 1~
Shai Thompson stretched lazily backstage, lifting her arms high and rolling her neck dramatically until she got just the right pop ‘Mmmm’ she moaned ‘that’s better’ . She was all revved up, raring to go, she desperately wanted to get this shit over with. She loved too dance, it was like a humming sensation in her blood, she needed it like she needed air, it was crucial to her to existence. When she danced the real world just melted away and the stress of life fluttered off of her in tiny waves but God, this tiny sequined number she’d had to pour herself into was tighter than a vice and itchy as fuck, she wanted it off.
“All right ladies” the stricter than strict choreography queen called out demanding all eyes on her “it’s show time!”
Shai felt the excitement whirl around her and couldn’t help getting caught up in the frenzy. This was a make or break opportunity for a lot of the girls here, not for Shai but most of these girls were unseasoned talent plucked up off the streets. They’d put out a huge casting call. They’d been looking for just the ‘right’ girls to play back up dancers to the beautifully gifted, larger than life, sexy as sin, Beyonce. She was putting on a massive production for her performance at the MTV Video Music Awards and they wanted the best of the best but they also wanted fresh dancers, unnoticed talent and they’d found it, in droves. Shit, some of these girls were beyond good and most, if not all were fucking beautiful. Shai had never seen so many beautiful women packed into one tiny place in her entire life. It was actually quite intimidating. Shai thought of herself as average. She wasn’t beautiful by any stretch of the imagination, just average. She had a compact little body, nicely rounded ass, perfectly sculpted hips and by the Grace of God she’d been blessed with a heavenly set of tits. Her almond shaped eyes were sky blue and her long pin straight hair wasn’t really blonde but it certainly wasn’t brown. It was lost somewhere in that strange place between the two, dirty blonde was the common word for it. Her complexion was flawless, no freckles marred her golden skin.
She heard the countdown begin and rolled her neck again, trying to work out the kinks. She wasn’t one of those fresh dancers, she’d been dancing for Beyonce from the onset of her solo career but it never ceased to amaze her, the nerves that went haywire every time she had to go out on stage and do her thing. She felt it now, the intense fluttering in the pit of her belly, the short, rapid breaths that she had to force past her lips. It embarrassed the hell out of her that this shit happened every time but she couldn’t help it. She’d learned to work through it now but it was distracting, the way it hit her like a ton of bricks. She took on more steadying breath..in, out, in out.. and hit the stage at a run.
The music was blaring, the lights were hot and blinding but she was oblivious to all that. She was in that purple haze that washed over her every time the beat of the music overtook her body, entering her veins and slowly coursing through them like some wild ride...
**I love to love U baby[love to love u baby]
I love to love U baby[love to love u baby]
[UHH]
[UHH]
[UHH]
I'm feelin sexy
I wanna hear u say my name, boy
If u can reach me
U can feel my burnin flame
Feelin kinda N-A-S-T-Y
I might just take u home wit me
Baby the minute I feel ur energy
Ur vibe has just taken over me
Start feelin so crazy babe
Lately, I feel the funk coming over me
I dont know wat's gotten into me
The rhythm's got me feelin so crazy babe
Tonight I'll be ur naughty girl[UHH]
I'm callin all my girlz
We're gonna turn this party out
I know u want my body
Tonight I'll be ur naughty girl
I'm callin all my girlz
I see u look me up and down
And I came to party**
She twisted and turned, popped and locked, swirled and twirled. The music had invaded her senses. A bomb could have dropped outside Radio City and it wouldn’t have fazed her. She loved this feeling, this zing, this zest. It was the next best thing to an orgasm in her mind. Very similar. The tug and pull that rocked her from head to toe...
~*~
Marshall was feeling reckless tonight. Rowdy and wild. He wanted some action and he wanted it NOW but he still had to get through this damn awards show. He was performing with his boys later but after that...it was on, he was gonna get fucked up! He heard the strains of Beyonce’s ‘Naughty Girl’ filter through the auditorium and smiled. ‘That is one fucking edible woman’ he thought ‘ Jay Z is a lucky man, very lucky indeed’ . He kicked back in his seat fully intending to enjoy the show...
~*~
**You're so sexy
Tonight I am all urs, boy
The way ur body moves across the floor
Feelin kinda N-A-S-TY
I might just take u home wit me
Baby the minute i feel ur energy
Ur vibe has just taken over me
Start feelin so crazy babe
Lately, I feel the funk coming over me
I dont know wat's gotten into me
The rhythm's got me feelin so crazy babe
Tonight I'll be ur naughty girl[UHH]
I'm callin all my girlz
We're gonna turn this party out
I know u want my body
Tonight I'll be ur naughty girl
I'm callin all my girlz
I see u look me up and down
And I came to party
I love to love U baby[love to love u baby]
I love to love U baby[love to love u baby]
I love to love U baby[love to love u baby]
I love to love U baby[love to love u baby]**
She was working up a sweat. It dripped from every pore of her body and she loved it, she fucking coveted it. They were getting to the part of the show that made her a bit eery but she’d pull it off. She had no choice. They’d practiced this part a thousand times, the only catch was that the auditorium had been blissfully empty during all of the rehearsals and now it was filled too capacity. Didn’t matter, she was gonna do what she had to do. She took a deep breath ‘Here I go’ she said under her breath and shimmied her ass right off the stage and into the aisles surrounded by celebrities right and left...
~*~
Marshall was very much enjoying the show. Beyonce had some fine ass dancers too back up her sexy ass. He saw a whole crew of them exit from both sides of the stage and make their way down the aisles. They were right there, larger than life if he reached out just a little bit he could actually touch one. His fingers were itching too touch one. They switched positions and a fresh wave of dancers made their way down his aisle. He was checking them all out when one of them caught his eye...
~*~
She was concentrating very hard. Trying to the best of her ability too block out the people around her. There were so many famous faces in her line of vision that it left her feeling shaky inside. She was about to swivel her hips and turn her ass to the crowd when a pair of baby blues caught her attention. Their eyes met and held for a fraction of a second too long and it caused the butterflies in her stomach to flutter wildly. ‘Oh shit’ her mind scrambled as she slowly turned her ass too the crowd. They’d been given strict instructions not to touch or make any kind of physical contact with anyone in the audience and old blue eyes over there was Numero Uno on the definitely DO NOT touch list they’d been given so it was quite disconcerting when she felt a pair of hands firmly grasp her hips and pull her back against a very well defined body. She froze solidly in place and her mind went into overdrive... ‘What the fuck am I going to do?’ her mind kept chanting that very interesting question. She didn’t have time to form a coherent answer when she was spun around and came practically nose too nose with old blue eyes himself. ‘OH FUCK, OH SHIT...DAMN..’ her mind trailed off. He was a lot hotter and certainly more intimidating live and in living color. She tried too shake him off but he wasn’t budging so she did the only thing she could think to do, she made him part of the act....
**Tonight I'll be ur naughty girl[UHH]
I'm callin all my girlz
We're gonna turn this party out
I know u want my body
Tonight I'll be ur naughty girl
I'm callin all my girlz
I see u look me up and down
And I came to party
Tonight I'll be ur naughty girl[UHH]
I'm callin all my girlz
We're gonna turn this party out
I know u want my body
Tonight I'll be ur naughty girl
I'm callin all my girlz
I see u look me up and down
And I came to party**
The song was winding down and she popped her hips pressing her ass back against his groin area and had to bite her lip to keep from moaning when she felt his erection pressed up against her backside. She finished out the song and started to pull away from him but he grasped her hips and pulled her back against him nipping her ear with his teeth. She couldn’t stop the moan that slipped past her lips this time. She heard him chuckle seconds before he spun her around again and she smacked solidly into the front of his body. Their lips were mere inches from each other’s and her breathing went choppy. ‘Oh what the fuck’ she thought numbly ‘you only live once!’ and with that thought in mind she leaned forward and imprisoned his lips in a kiss that just about knocked him off his feet.
She pulled back and he stood there rooted in place “Thanks for the dance” she winked and before he could utter a reply she was gone...
~*~
The hot water beating over her tired limbs felt heavenly. Her stomach was still a bit floppy. She hadn’t quite been able to get the butterflies to calm down. She was most likely in deep shit but what the hell was she supposed to do about it, it’s not like she grabbed him and him.. ‘Oh God’ her body flushed just thinking about his warm body pressed intimately against hers...this was bad..very, very bad...
~*~
“Excuse me Miss Knowles” an MTV staffer stuck his head into her dressing room “ummm your dancer, the one who was dancing with Mr. Mathers, where is she?”
“Look I’m sorry about that” Beyonce started “it wasn’t her fault and I don’t want you guys coming down on...”
“No, you don’t understand” he said tension dripping from every syllable “she’s not in any trouble, I just have too find her”
“Why?” Beyonce asked arching an eyebrow.
“Well Mr. Mathers is being a bit stubborn about this” he said desperately “but he is refusing to perform unless she joins him.”
“Huh” Beyonce asked laughing “he’s what?”
“He said unless she joins him on stage, he’s not going...”
“Really?” Beyonce asked smiling “interesting...”
“So do you think maybe you could get her out here and..”
“I’ll try” Beyonce cut him off “but if she doesn’t want to do it, I can’t make her.”
“Please...” the desperate man pleaded.
“I’ll see what I can do!” Beyonce finished in a dismissive tone turning away from the harried looking man.
~*~
Shai felt human again. She was in real clothes, her clothes not some tight little number that sparkled and shined every time she moved. She still hadn’t seen Beyonce but she was silently preparing for the tongue lashing she was sure too receive. She scooped up her belongings and headed for the door.
“Shai”
She heard her name being called out as she was hustling down the hallway and winced before turning around to face her employer.
“Hey B” she said taking a deep breath “look I’m really sorry about..”
“Not your fault” Beyonce smiled placing a comforting hand on Shai’s shoulder “but things have taken an interesting turn of events...for you!”
“Excuse me?”
“Well it appears Eminem has gone on strike”
“On strike?”
“Oh yes” Beyonce laughed “he has decided that he will NOT take the stage tonight unless you join him.”
“He what?”
“He wants you on stage when he performs Shai” she said meeting her eyes “or he’s not going!”
“That’s crazy!!”
“Yeah well” Beyonce shrugged “that’s Eminem”
“B, I can’t do this” she said shaking her head. She could feel the butterflies start working their magic again “I can’t!”
“Why?”
“Because I...I...”
“Look Shai, you’re a dancer” Beyonce said calmly “so go out there and dance.”
“Yeah but...”
“No but’s Shai” Beyonce said matter of factly “either you want to do it or you don’t”
“It’s not that simple...”
“What’s not simple?”
“Well what if...after... he wants more than a dance...ya know?”
Beyonce laughed. A big from the bottom of the belly laugh “Would that be so bad?” she asked.
“What, being Eminem’s latest conquest..” Shai said shakily.
“Yeah”
She pondered that question for a bout a fraction of a second “No, actually it wouldn’t but...”
~Part 2~
“Well girl..” Beyonce prodded “what are you gon’ do?”
Too dance or not too dance..that is the question..her mind wrestled with her heart which wrestled with her nerves which ...
“Well????” Beyonce broke into her thoughts.
Beyonce was getting impatient. Shai could sense it but dammit, it was her ass on the line, well not specifically her ass but other areas were in serious danger of being exploited...
“Come on girl..” Beyonce said sternly “it’s decision time!!!”
“DDAAMMNN” she muttered “Give me a minute B”
What to do? Oh, what to do? She only had two options really...1. She could say ‘FUCK IT’ and get the hell outta Dodge with her morals still firmly in place.. OR 2. She could say ‘FUCK IT’ throw caution to the wind, screw her morals..give him his dance and take him for the ride of his life, after.....her mind contemplated these two options until she felt like her eyes were going to be permanently crossed. Beyonce was steadily tapping her foot. ‘Damn that woman is impatient’ Shai thought looking over at her ‘Time to put her out of her misery, I suppose’ because when it came right down to it, there was really only one logical choice...
“Aiight” she said seriously “I’ve given this matter a lot of thought, serious thought, you know and...”
“Cut the bullshit Shai...”
She smiled “Sorry, just fucking with you...”
“Uh huh...” Beyonce waved her hands in an impatient gesture.
“What the hell” she shrugged “you only live once.”
“You’re gonna do it??”
“Damn straight!!”
“Go on wit your bad self” Beyonce smirked “go get ‘em”
“Oh, I will” she smiled “I certainly will..”
~*~
Marshall would be damned if he’d admit that he was nervous. ‘What if she doesn’t show?’ his mind scrambled for a suitable answer. As it was his boys were looking at him like he’d lost his fucking mind but DAMMIT those lips of hers had fried his brain...those soft, supple, inviting lips moving expertly over his. They were wreaking havoc with his mind and it was driving him crazy because he could still taste her on his tongue...
“What” he asked in his surliest tone looking over at Proof “you got a problem?”
“Nah...” Proof trailed off trying harder then hell not too snicker at Marshall’s pouty expression.
“Yo, You’re not really gon’ do this, are you?” Swifty asked eyeing Marshall.
He opened his mouth too speak and immediately closed it when the object of conversation came casually strolling into the room...
“I knew you’d show...” he said looking over at her.
“You did, did you?” she asked arching a perfectly sculpted brow at him.
“Of course..”
“That sure of yourself, huh?”
“Fuck yeah”
Damn, he is a cocky little fucker she smirked but she liked that. She had a feeling that this was gonna be fun...really, really fun.
“So...” she trailed off taking a look around her. She was quite literally surrounded by the whole damn Dirty Dozen. She hadn’t noticed them all standing there a minute ago, she’d been too focused on him...
“Yes...” Marshall prodded.
She somehow through sheer determination managed to locate her voice “You wanted me for something?”
“For various things...” he reiterated.
“Yeah well we’ll get to all that...later” she teased “right now let’s focus on this pesky little stance you’ve taken.”
“Well since you’re standing there” he pointed out “that doesn’t appear to be a problem anymore...”
“I suppose not” she shrugged “so what exactly is it you want from me, Em?”
“Various things...” he said again with a knowing smirk plastered on his lips.
“Ha Ha” she said dryly “look I don’t know what you expect me to do for you...on stage anyway”
“Just do your thing baby”
“All right” she smiled. It was a wicked, evil, maniacal smile. He wanted her to ‘do her thing’ well then she’d definitely do it...
~*~
**I don't know dude...
I think everyone's all jealous and shit cuz I'm like the lead singer of a band dude...
And I think everyone's got a frickin problem with me dude...
And they need to take it up with me after the show...
Because...**
The intro started up and Eminem took the stage surrounded by his boys. She watched him from her temporary home off stage left. He looked so comfortable standing there in front of thousands of people, knowing full well that his performance was being broadcast to millions of people sitting in their homes glued to their screens. She envied his confidence. To have that ease, that presence was something she longed for more than anything. She was so lost in her thoughts she just about missed her cue...
**These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow they know that I'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...**
She came up behind him pressing herself against his back and wrapped her hands around his waist from behind. They kind of swayed there together while he sang the cheesy chorus too ‘My Band’. Once the chorus was finished he grabbed one of her hands and twirled her around until she came up flush against the front of his body...
**So I get off stage right, drop the mic
Walk up to the hot chicks and I'm all like
"Sup ladies, my name's Slim Shady"
I'm the lead singer of D12 baby**
He was rapping too her and she was trying her hardest not to laugh. He looked so damn cute, the way he got all into his verse. She was about too seriously fuck with him though...
**They're all like "Oh my god it's him"
"Becky oh my frickin' god it's Eminem"
"I swear to frickin god dude you frickin rock"**
She was mouthing the words and jumping around like some lovesick, over obsessed fan and the crowd was eating it up. She seriously hoped that they had a good sense of humor because...
**"Please Marshall please let me suck your...."**
There was no sucking involved but she cupped her hand over his cock and lightly squeezed. His eyeballs practically jumped out of his skull and she could tell that it took everything in his power to keep going...
~*~
“No, she didn’t” Jay Z whispered to Beyonce.
“Oh yes, she did” Beyonce smiled “that’s my girl..”
~*~
The crowd had hooted and hollered at her bold move. She was fairly sure that MTV was going to have something to say about it but she couldn’t help herself, she’d had to do it, after all he’d been so damn cocky...
The rest of the performance went off nicely. She mimicked every silly dance move that he did and she even allowed herself to be lassoed by the larger than life Bizzare. She’d had a good time and she was extremely pleased with herself. The music stopped and she tried to quietly exit stage left but he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him holding her firmly in place. He guided her backstage, never loosening his hold on her hips.
“You’re gonna pay for that” he whispered in her ear.
“Yeah?” she asked with mock fear.
“Yeah!” he assured her.
“Well you remember you said that later” she shimmied out of his grasp and turned to face him “when you’re screaming my name...”
With that parting blow she walked away, leaving a slack jawed Marshall staring after her...
~*~
She showered again and threw on some clothes. She was comfortable and she looked cute dressed in a short baby blue denim skirt and white half tee with baby blue and white Nike half sneaks. She was confident and felt ready for whatever the night had in store for her...kinda...
~*~
‘Ok, well that was completely unexpected’ he thought to himself as the scalding water beat down over his body. He certainly hadn’t expected her to grab his cock. Good God, he’d almost lost it when her tiny hand had cupped him and gently squeezed. He was beginning to think that maybe he’d bitten off a little more than he could chew with this one. ‘Nah’ he smiled too himself...he just needed to regain control...
~*~
They sat in the back of the limo on opposite side idly staring at each other. They were headed to an after party for a bit and then he had every intention of taking her back to his hotel room and fucking her every possible way there was imaginable.
“So tell me” he purred greedily taking in her lush form “how am I gonna scream your name, when I don’t even know what it is?”
“Shai” she said with a wink.
“Didn’t seem like it too me!”
She burst out laughing, he was just too damn sexy “No...Shai..that’s my name” she smiled.
“Doesn’t fit” he assessed “but pretty..”
“Why, thank you Em” she gushed “aren’t you just quite the little romantic...”
That was it...he’d had enough of her smart mouth. If she was so hellbent on using it then he’d put it too better use....Author: AIMEENDREW@aol.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.