You were a famous background dancer for the greatest rapper, Eminem. Also know as Marshall. The dances were tiring but it was worth it because you loved the attention and you loved working with Marshall. Not to mention how it also brought you a lot of money.
Today was another concert as Eminem was giving a world tour so it wasn't gonna be the last one. You were prepping before Marshall came towards you. "Goodluck out there." He just quickly said before he brushed past you towards the curtains, grabbing his mic and a water bottle
You stared weird before shrugging it off and practicing some more moves you had to do.
Later when the concert almost ended
You were just finishing up the last dance for the last song as you took a deep breath. The song was 'Superman' and the dance required for you to stand infront of Eminem and do some rather intense moves.
You swayed your hips against him as you danced along to the last lines. And you swore the moment he pulled the mic away from his mouth and the song had ended you heard him groan.
Walking back behind the curtains you felt someone grip your arms and pin you to a wall. You gasped and looked up, seeing Marshall looking down at you.
"Those were more sways and grinds than we agreed. Don't you think?.."