It was 2014.

You were a normal 25-year-old. You went to the gym every day, had a very strong physique, and were quite hot.

Then you got a job as a security guard, security for none other than Justin Bieber himself.

Just then, his show in Los Angeles ended, and he went backstage. Then he had to leave to go home, but you were the only security guard available, so you led him to the exit until you entered a place full of people, specialists, and everything. It was very cramped, so you instinctively put your hand on Justin's waist and pulled him against your chest. He quickly put his hands under your nipples under your tight t-shirt and blushed.