In the background, loud concert bass can be heard throughout the concert grounds. A line of women has formed at the door of a small office building on the grounds, some dressed as skanks. Other dressed as super-skanks. One of those super-skanks is the MOTHER of NAOMI. Naomi, 15, thick white girl with a goofy look, the only reasonable dressed girl in line with her typical blouse and tight workout shorts. She is waiting with her mother to, hopefully, get an up close and personal meeting with either Kanye West, Jay-Z, or any one of the other idling rappers on from the stage. Naomi's mother, 35, Milf, super-skanked out, has brought Naomi along to keep her company.

NAOMI
How much longer do we have to wait here?

NAOMI'S MOM
I don't think much longer. By now, they usually pass us through.

Naomi picks out his cellphone fromher pocket and fiddles with the screen. Her mom looks up and down the line, scouting her adversaries. She looks straight ahead, calmly in line.

NAOMI'S MOM (CONT'D)
Don't look now, but Angela is back there. Fuck, I hate it when she's trailing me. That fucking bitch got no moves of her own.

Naomi pays no attention, bored. A TALL-HAIRED SKANK two people ahead pulls out a large hairspray bottle and empties half the can.

Naomi begins to cough from the fumes.

NAOMI'S MOM (CONT'D)
God damnit! Hey! What is this, the fucking 80's?! Your gonna choke my daughter to death!

The tall-haired skank just rolls her eyes at them and puts the bottle away, primping her duo.

NAOMI'S MOM (CONT'D)
Look, I'm glad you came along with me. We don't spend enough time together.

NAOMI
(condescending) You call waiting in a hoe-train, time?

NAOMI'S MOM
I told you, I'm just going in to get some autographs.

NAOMI
Sure.

The line stays in queue for a while. Everybody making small talk and fidgeting with their various accessories and body parts.

The door opens to a LARGE BLACK MAN with an events shirt on, "events" spelled in graffiti.

LARGE BLACK MAN
O.k ladies, the time has come. Line it up.

They stay in line, some of the skanks whooting absent mindedly.

LARGE BLACK MAN (CONT'D)
Right...how many ya'll girls like Snoop Dogg?!

They all cheer, including Naomi's mom. Naomi just stares and tunes out.

LARGE BLACK MAN (CONT'D)
How bout Kanye West?!

More whooting.

LARGE BLACK MAN (CONT'D)
Ok then. (pointing) You, you, you, you, you...and I guess you too. Through the door labeled Dressing Room A.

The last one called being Naomi's mom. They all eek in delight. One after another filing through the door. Naomi and her mom reach the head of the line.

LARGE BLACK MAN (CONT'D)
Whoa...I'm gonna need some I.D. on this one.

NAOMI'S MOM
She didn't bring hers. Can't you just let us pass through?

LARGE BLACK MAN
No can do. She's gotta stay outside.

Naomi's mom glances at her daughter, gives her a peck on the cheek, and goes through the door.

NAOMI'S MOM
I'm sorry, honey. Wait for me here.

Naomi just stares and watches her mom go through the door.

LARGE BLACK MAN
Damn...that's cold.

Naomi begins to walk away.

LARGE BLACK MAN (CONT'D)
Hey little mama.

Naomi looks back.

LARGE BLACK MAN (CONT'D)
It ain't safe out here. You can wait in an office we got.

She accepts the offer, passing him going through the door.

LARGE BLACK MAN (CONT'D)
Down the hall, on the right. Office B. You can kick it.

He turns to the rest of the skanks.

LARGE BLACK MAN (CONT'D)
The rest of ya'll chickenheads can get the fuck on.

The skanks resoundedly dejected, he closes the door behind him.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

INT. OFFICE - NIGHT

The conference room is quiet and dark. Naomi tries to turn on the lights but the power is off. She pulls on of the large executive chairs and sits, getting comfortable.

She turns on her cellphone radio. Arms folded, she naps a quick nap.

FADE OUT.

FADE IN:

INT. OFFICE - NIGHT

The door BANGS open. Her head shoots up, awake and aware. She tries to blink out the fog in her eyes as the figure comes closer.

She stands up. The figure grabs her arm and whips her against the edge of the desk. She has to look over her shoulder to see who her assailant is. Her eyes widen when she realizes it is the R&B crooner and resident hip-hop kiddy-fucker, R. KELLY.

NAOMI
Oh my god! R. Kelly?

R. Kelly presses down on the small of her back with his forearm. She struggles to get away while he unbuckles his belt and pulls his jeans down.

Freed from the restraints, R. Kelly's looming boom-stick cast a shadow over her moonlit thigh. He reaches under her stomach and unties the strings on her shorts. He forcefully pulls them down and reaches up to rub her silk covered pussy.

R. KELLY
Mmm..this looks like its gonna be some shaved pussy tonight.

He feels for any pubic hair on this young, trembling teenager. Her panties crinkling under his pressure. She tries to show no pleasure about the violation behind her.

R. Kelly pinches the delicate material from near her taint and pulls. He reveals a rather large white ass on this girl. He pulls further, her pussy coming into view like a sunrise.

R. KELLY (CONT'D)
Oooo...good lookin' out, Darnell.

She struggles again to get away, but he holds her in place.

NAOMI
Get the fuck away from me! You fucked up pervert!

He slides his two largest fingers into her unshielded hole.

NAOMI (CONT'D)
Ahh! No!

R. KELLY
Call me a pervert again, you little bitch!

He widens his fingers, her hole unwilling but open.

NAOMI
Ah! You piece of shit, kiddy fucking mother fucker!

R. KELLY
Mmmm..that's it.

R. Kelly shoves the bulb of his cock into her, pulling his fingers at the same time. He pushes down on her big ass and she sinks onto him.

NAOMI
No! Fuck!

R. KELLY
Oooo. Now we gonna party.

He slaps her ass, leaving a red blush. His hips thrusting into her.

NAOMI
Owww!!

He slaps her ass again.

R. KELLY
I don't give a fuck, bitch. Just a little jailbait piece of ass.

He fucks her harder, the desk bumping the floor.

R. KELLY (CONT'D)
Little...fucking bitch. Who aint, gonna tell no one. Cause if she does, my boys gonna come pay a visit.

She takes his cock in silence.

R. KELLY (CONT'D)
Flip the fuck over. I wanna see that pretty white girl face.

He pulls her body from the desk and throws her on top. He sits her on the edge, spreading her lips again with his fingers.

R. KELLY (CONT'D)
Show me them shaved little white lips.

He pushes his massive dick into her. Her body falls on her back, flat on the desk. R. Kelly shoves in 3/4 of his enormous raging cock into the squealing little white girl.

With his foot, he holds down her shorts and underwear. He gets her legs to climb out of the her underpants, which had been shackling her ankles. He pulls her shirt and bra up, her clasp busting.

R. KELLY (CONT'D)
Let's see those titties. How'm I supposed to cum without no little girl titties for me to play with?

Her pear-shaped B's fall to her side.

R. KELLY (CONT'D)
Yeah..thems some big little girl tittes.

He grabs handfuls of both and squeezes tight. Her flesh colored nipples, darkening with arousal. He hits a stride, his skinny black ass plowing into the hurtin' pussy.

R. KELLY (CONT'D)
Mmphmm..yeah. Take it all, bitch.

Naomi's tears begin to run down her face. Their pathes jittery from the steady banging.

R. Kelly pumps deep into her body. Every thrust feeling like a punch to her guts.

R. KELLY (CONT'D)
Make me cum....mmpmh.I'll gonna cum all in you.

NAOMI
No! Don't cum in me.

R. KELLY
I'll give you a little black baby. Something you can remember me by when you in that trailer park.

NAOMI
(sobbing) No...

R. Kelly adjusts for a new angle. He fucks her deep.

R. KELLY
I don't know.

He pulls her hair, he head forced back.

R. KELLY (CONT'D)
Maybe if you're good the rest of the way. I'll just cum on face.

She doesn't respond, besides the breathe escaping as he strokes into her diaphragm.

Her body language becomes more submissive. He bends his head down and licks her nipples. His dick taking long strides into her gushing twat.

R. KELLY (CONT'D)
Moan, bitch! Let me know you like this big black dick in you.

NOAMI
Mmm...mmm...ooooo....ahhh

Naomi forces fake utterances from her lips, her mind a thousand miles away.

R. KELLY
Fuckk...

R. Kelly slaps her tits then presses her left shoulder into the desk. He proceeds to destroy this helpless little white girl.

He suddenly pulls out and drags her down from the desk onto her knees.

R. KELLY (CONT'D)
Get ready

NAOMI
Ew.

He furiously jerks to finish off and hits the spot. He shots his first glob into her hair, the rest falls all over her face.

R. KELLY
(singing) Take my luuvvv...onn yooorr ffaayce.

The last few drops of cum fall on her titties.

A new golden stream erupts from R. Kelly's rapidly flaciding dick. The steady stream splashes across her tits, glistening a golden hue. She remains motionless, waiting for it all to stop. Her pussy throbbing.

R. KELLY (CONT'D)
Damn...you's a good fuck, girl! Come back around to the concert again. I'll find ya out.

Naomi wipes her face and tits, rubbing the cum onto the desk and berber carpet. R. Kelly pulls his pants up and heads for the door.

R. KELLY (CONT'D)
Find your own way out, I guess...Drip, drip, drip.

He exits, leaving her to clean up and get dressed.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

EXT. CONCERT ANNEX BUILDING - NIGHT

Naomi walks out of the building door. Her mother already waiting for her.

NAOMI'S MOM
Honey! Where were you? I told you to stay right here.

NAOMI
Let's just go home, mom.

NAOMI'S MOM
Guess who your mom met? The personal trainer to Kanye West!

Naomi gives her a blank look and walks past her.

NAOMI'S MOM (CONT'D)
(chasing after her) Naomi?! Honey?!

FADE OUT: