Date: Sat, 20 Sep 2003 14:03:33 -0500
From: Veronica
Subject: Britney's Caterer

I started writing this with the intention of submitting just one story.
However, I see the potential for subsequent chapters.  If I don't write
them, don't hate me.  If I do, I hope you enjoy those, too.  This is in no
way meant to defame Britney Spears's name or her character.  It's a
complete fantasy, though based slightly on my own life and job.  I know
it's long, but this is for the romantics that want more than "wam bam,
thank you ma'am" to their stories.

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When I was hired into the catering staff at the local arena, I was
completely unaware of the perks that came with the job.  It turns out that
once you have gained a few months of experience, you are able to cater for
the celebrities when their concerts roll through town.  Now, I'm not one to
brag about this aspect of my job, because so far I've only worked with the
likes of Good Charlotte and New Found Glory.  Not until recently have I had
cause to really discuss the goings-on of the backstage area.

My second-ever concert catering gig happened to be for Britney Spears.  I'm
sure many of us have had some fleeting sexual thought over the pop singer
at one time or another, but my passion for the star had been over the top
since I saw her sexy cover for Rolling Stone magazine, clad only in her
underpants.  This had inadvertently stirred feelings inside myself that I
had never really taken notice to, since I had solely focused on gaining the
attention of boys, as do all college girls.  I was confused by these new
feelings, and yet I knew exactly what I wanted.

Despite my utter excitement at getting to wait on Britney Spears hand and
foot, catering to her every whim, I was actually heartbroken.  I am meant
to be a professional at my job, which translates as "don't talk to the
stars unless they talk to you and don't bother them for picture or
autographs, they're there to relax before the concert."  And with that
thought in mind, I headed out from my dorm and across town to the arena.

After passing through the obligatory security check at the back gate and
having my ID checked twice for validity, I finally got into the arena's
backstage area.  I find my boss, get my official "working" backstage pass
and get sent to the catering room to clear tables while the crew of the
show has their supper.  It was about two hours until show time when Britney
herself showed up for dinner after the crew cleared out to do final
preparations for the show.  Of course, I blended into the walls, as I am to
do unless I need to clear a plate or fetch a soda.  To my surprise, once
Britney had helped herself to the buffet and sat down, she acknowledged my
presence with a polite, "Hello," to which I blushed and managed to nod in
return.

This was much to her amusement as she laughed and said, "What's your name?
Amber?" she says after glancing at my nametag.  "Well Amber, no need to be
so professional and just-so about everything, I'm not planning on turning
in any complaints about you not doing everything perfectly."

"Thank you Ms. Spears," I replied cautiously.

She set down her fork and laughed again, slipping into that sweet Southern
drawl.  "I thought I told you to drop the formalities?  Just call me
Britney."

A bit amused myself, as well as relieved that I wasn't going to be walking
on eggshells all night around this pop star, I graciously thanked her.

"Please, have a seat, I'm sure you've been on your feet all day," she said,
gesturing towards the seat across from her.  Even though I had only been at
work for an hour and my feet were quite all right, I accepted the offer,
excited to have the chance to maybe get to know her.

"So," she began, noticing my uneasiness about starting a conversation,
"Tell me Amber, how old are you?"

"21," I answered, starting to relax a bit, knowing she, too, was 21 and
this could turn into some sort of common ground for a conversation.
"You're 21, too, right?" I ventured.

"Indeed I am. Was your birthday all it's cracked up to be?" she asked me.

"Well if going to Applebee's with your parents and grandmother for supper
is how 21st birthdays are meant to be, then yes!"  This apparently struck
her funny bone, as she started cracking up.

"Sounds like you really partied it up then!  That's ok though, partying
isn't really that big of a deal anyway, as I'm sure you know by now."
Indeed I did know by then, I never have had much taste for alcohol or
smoke-filled clubs.  I liked how she seemed to be reading me like a book,
sort of like she could read my thoughts.  Hopefully she couldn't read all
of them.

Our age was definitely a great jumping off point for us to become
acquainted.  Not only were our partying days behind us already, but we were
both striking out equally in the dating field; me from focusing so much on
college, she from never being in one place for more than a week at a time.
To my shock, she also disclosed to me that it had been months since she'd
been close to anyone in any way.  I did hope she didn't notice my ears turn
red.

She was also fascinated about my stories about my college professors and
the often-amusing activities that happen in a classroom if you pay
attention to other students instead of the professor.  Apparently, she
missed not having the experience of going to college like other people our
age.  After telling me she was going to spend the week in town to relax
before flying to her next show, she asked if she could tag along to one of
my classes.  What is a girl to do when Britney Spears wants to follow her
around for a day?  I definitely did NOT reject her request.

The conversation eventually fell into an uncomfortable silence and Britney
checked her watch.  "Shit!  I need to hit wardrobe, I'm on stage in 30!"

The sudden outburst shaking me out of my serene little bubble, I stammered
to reply, managing to say, "OK nice chatting with you, good luck!"

"Thanks, great meeting you!  I'll find you after the show, don't
disappear!" she said as she rushed out the door.  And with that, she jogged
out the door and around the corner to get back to her dressing room.

After waking myself fully from my dream world, questioning if I'd really
just had a girl-to-girl chat with THE Britney Spears, I managed to clear
away her dishes without dropping a single fork – that is, until someone
ran past the catering room, shouting, "Thanks again for the girl talk,
Amber!"  It startled me so much that I dropped the two plates and glass
that I was carrying, dropping it with a loud clatter to the floor.  I spun
around, having not really heard what was yelled, expecting to get to
release some tension by yelling at a new non-catering employee that hadn't
yet learned not to be boisterous backstage.  However, when I did turn
around, prepared to launch into a verbal attack, it was in fact Britney,
who had stopped at the door once she realized she'd made me drop the
dishes.  Instead of a verbal assault, I managed to smile and pretend like
I'd meant to drop them.

"Oh!  Oh I'm sorry Amber I didn't mean to scare you, I guess I should have
realized you'd be cleaning up and wouldn't expect someone to run past like
that yelling at you," Britney apologized as she rushed in to help me pick
up the broken pieces of china.  We both ducked down to start picking up,
but unfortunately we timed it just right and we ended up head butting each
other at full speed, setting both of us on our asses and into a fit of
uncontrollable laughter, both of us holding our heads.

"Ooooh...damn...my bad, I sure seem to be bad luck for you tonight, making
you drop your dishes and head butting you like I'm Dennis Rodman or
something."

"Don't worry about it Britney, don't worry we have 2000 more plates in the
kitchen.  I don't know about my head though!  I can't really replace it!"
By now my previous inhibitions about being myself around Britney had gone
by the wayside, and my sarcastic comments set her laughing all over again.
"Don't you need to be on stage like...now?"  I reminded her.

"Oh shit, yes!  Thanks!"  With that, she hopped back to her feet and
offered her hand out to help me up, which I happily accepted.  She pulled
me back up and held onto my hand for what seemed like a second longer than
one normally would, and I felt a fingernail scratch the underside of my
wrist ever so slightly.  Was that a wink?  No, she didn't wink, must have a
piece of glitter in her eye.  Both of us noticing the sudden silence and
tension, we dropped our hands and bid each other hasty goodbyes just as I
heard the music volume rising to an earsplitting level and she sprinted
off.  Minutes later I heard the crowd erupt into a roar.  It made me
shiver, remembering that odd moment we had just shared, and knowing that
she was now in front of 20,000 screaming fans that wanted to be near her
– and I was the one that got to be closest.

I've worked many a boring, endless, tedious night at wedding receptions and
corporate banquets, but never had a night passed so slowly.  Once the
concert starts and everyone's busy keeping the show running, the catering
staff has nothing to do, so I use the access keys and my backstage pass to
watch the concert from the side of the stage behind the audience barrier
(another perk of the job!).  Watching Britney dancing, gyrating, and
tossing her hair was getting to me so badly that I had to sit down on the
cool concrete floor to let myself clear my head and calm down.  I glanced
back up when the music to the current song ended and caught her looking
straight down at me.  She'd jumped offstage for a wardrobe change and 5
minute break while her dancers filled the time.  I know I broke into the
stupidest silly grin when I saw her, but Hell I didn't care.  I couldn't
help but notice she had broken out in a sweat all over her body and was
panting from her heavy dance performance.

"Hey, enjoying the show?" She asked, once again offering her hand to me to
pull me up to my feet.

"Yes absolutely, it's great, you're an incredible dancer," I managed,
truthfully wanting to tell her how incredibly sexy she looked up there in
her belly-baring halter top and torn up jeans.  But instead she was
standing in front of me, looking incredibly sexy in her belly-baring halter
top and torn up jeans.  Again I couldn't hold back my grin.  I noticed she
was still holding my hand.  She noticed this time, too, but this time we
didn't let go and laugh nervously.  Our eyes locked, and we just stared at
each other, neither of us knowing what to make of it.  I know we both felt
it, I could see it in our eyes – we both felt the same rush of
electricity when our eyes met.  I squeezed her hand slightly, and she
smiled in response.  Yes, she had felt it, too.  "Oh no!  I've distracted
you again, I'm going to make you late on stage tonight if it kills me!"  I
said when I snapped out of our moment, hidden from the mass of screaming
teenagers by a thin curtain.  She laughed and scampered off to her wardrobe
change.

"God," I said to myself as I pulled a couple chairs in from the hall to
watch the remainder of the show, "what the hell is happening?"  I sat down
and propped my feet up on the extra chair, half daydreaming and half
watching the brilliant performance in front of me.

Finally, the show came to an end, and I was relieved when she only gave one
encore.  I felt I couldn't wait a moment longer to get to talk to Britney
again.  I stood up when I saw her walking down the stage stairs – she
was making a beeline straight for me.

"Awesome," I said.  "Just fucking awesome, Britney."

"Thanks, all in a night's work, right?" she replied jokingly.  "Hey I'm
going to take a quick shower and get into some normal clothes.  I know you
said you're not much into the partying scene, but I'd like to take you out
for a drink to make up for that headache you probably have, right?  I've
had one all night."  I hadn't even noticed.  My head was indeed throbbing
slightly where we had crushed our skulls together earlier that evening.

"What?  Oh!  Yeah sure, that'd be fun.  I need to finish my shift and have
a shower myself.  I refuse to hit a club wearing this penguin suit."
Indeed that's our uniform, full tuxedo, minus the jacket.

"You don't want to go out looking like that?  Oh but you look so cute that
way!" she said as she straightened my bowtie.  I hoped she was joking.  At
the same time, I wanted her to be telling the truth.

In any case, I shrugged it off.  "OK, I'm on the clock until 11:00, find me
when you're ready to go, I'll be...around," I said, perhaps a bit too
flirtatiously as I turned to get back to work.  I wanted her to be the one
to be left wanting more this time.

Surprisingly, 11:00 rolled around quickly as I had plenty to keep me busy.
At 11:00 on the dot, I felt a tap on my shoulder while I was punching out.
Signing my name to the employee sheet just a tad slower than necessary,
making myself wait to lay eyes on what was sure to be an amazing site.
After I crossed the final T, I turned around, finding myself unexpectedly
close to Britney.  She smelled of Herbal Essence and peppermint.  She had
her still-wet hair pulled into a ponytail and was wearing glasses,
something that added even more sexiness to her, if that's even possible.
She was wearing a light pink baby-T that was probably smaller than even a
baby-T is meant to be – so tight that I could see the slight outline of
her bra running across her breasts.  Did she see me look?  No...no she
didn't.  If she did, she didn't say anything.  She'd also slipped herself
into a pair of white capris.  They hugged every curve of her incredible
body.  Heavenly.

"Hey, you ready to go?" she asked.

"Yep.  I still need to shower and change though.  Is it OK if we stop by my
dorm first?"

"Yeah that's cool, I've never been in a real college dorm anyway."

"Well dear you're not missing much!"  Sadly I wasn't lying.  Even though I
lived in the campus's "Ritz Carlton" of dormitories, it's not much to look
at.

It wasn't until we were in the parking lot that we realized we hadn't
decided just how we were getting anywhere.  Suspecting she didn't have any
form of private transportation available, I spoke up so she didn't have to.
"Well it's not a Benz, but it gets me from point A to point B!" I said as
we approached my "hot" Grand Am.

"Oh don't worry about it, a car's a car, right?" she said.  I got in and
reached over, unlocking her door.  I couldn't help but watch out of the
corner of my eye as she sat down, catching a glimpse of a light pink border
along the top of her white panties that peeked out when her pants slid down
a bit.  I think she caught me looking that time, as I noticed her blush
just a tad and pull up the back of her pants once she sat down.

I started up the car and made an instant dive for the radio, realizing I
had been listening to her not-yet-released new single on full volume.  No
need to create an uncomfortable situation right?  After getting the mix CD
onto a non-Britney song, I relaxed a bit and took off towards my dorm.  The
entire drive through campus she was asking questions about what that
building was for and what were my classes like.  I pulled into the parking
lot and we grabbed the elevator to head up to my room.  She was apparently
impressed by our glass-walled elevator and overall "grownupness," as she
put it, look of the dorm.  We got to my room, thankfully my roommate was
nowhere to be seen.

"Go ahead and have a seat.  My computer is on if you need to check your
e-mail or anything," I said as I stepped directly into my bathroom, eager
to hit the town with my new pop star acquaintance.  Nothing ever feels
better than a shower after a long night running around at work, and I was
torn between enjoying a nice long shower or rushing it.  I settled on the
former, realizing I hadn't shaved my legs that morning and I did not
particularly want to feel like sandpaper if things turned in that
direction.  "That's a big "IF," I thought to myself.  Halfway through my
shower I realized that Britney was at my desk, probably using my computer.
I remembered that my copy of Rolling Stone with Britney on the cover was
lying on my desk, and the current desktop background was indeed of Britney
in various stages of undress.  "Shit," I said out loud as I rushed the rest
of my shower and dried off quickly, throwing a towel around myself as I
stepped out of the bathroom in hopes of perhaps distracting her attention
before she noticed.  Unfortunately, I was not in time.  "So you got the
magazine, huh?" she asked rhetorically, holding up my copy of Rolling
Stone.

"Yeah you know, I read it for the articles," I said, making a reference to
the common excuse for people buying Playboy magazine.

"Haha, yeah I'm sure you do.  Tell me Amber.  I did happen to check my
e-mail, and I couldn't help but notice your background there.  Are you like
some hugely obsessed fan?"  She eyed me a bit worriedly, her fingers
resting on her cell phone.

"What?  Oh!  Oh, no, no no not like that at all.  Sure, I enjoy your music;
I like most kinds of music.  That's all."  I stammered, trying desperately
to not say something wrong.

"Oh, I see.  And your desktop?"

"Britney, we kind of know each other now, can I be honest with you?"  I
asked, deciding now is a good a time as ever.

"Yes, of course."  She sounded less concerned, but I still heard an edge to
her voice.

"I just really think you're gorgeous and I liked the pictures and wanted to
be able to see them whenever.  That's all."  I knew I had blurted it out
like an imbecile, and I felt my face flush red.  I braced myself for a slap
in the face.

"Really?"  she said, almost sounding a bit breathless.  "I'm flattered; no
one has ever said that to me when I felt they really meant it.  Thank you."
With that, she stood up and crossed the room to me, as I realized I was
only wearing my bath towel.  She didn't seem to take much notice; her eyes
didn't leave mine for a moment.  And in that moment, without any pause for
warning, she leaned in to me slightly and placed the softest, feather-light
kiss on my lips.

I was completely taken aback.  Never had I expected something to happen
between us.  I had hoped, but never expected!  Then again, it was just a
kiss, right?  Maybe she kisses all her friends like that.  God, I hope that
wasn't the case.  She smiled as she pulled away and I felt her fingers tug
lightly at my towel.  I grabbed it instinctively and she laughed.
"Shouldn't you be getting dressed so we can get out of here?"

I snapped back to reality.  "Oh!  Yes, yes you're right, we should get
going!"  I grabbed a pair of jeans and a top out of my closet and the new
sheer black bra and panty set I'd been waiting to wear for the perfect
occasion.  I think tonight more than called for it.  I got dressed
hurriedly in the bathroom and ran some gel through my hair so I wouldn't
have to waste time drying it.  Finally satisfied with how I looked, I
stepped out of the bathroom.  "Alright I'm ready, let's go!"  I grabbed my
purse and Britney and I headed back downstairs to my car.

I pulled up to the parking lot exit and stopped.  "Why'd we stop?" Britney
asked me, looking a bit confused.

"Well, where are we going?  You're buying, so you're choosing," I reminded
her.

"That's right, it's my treat.  How about we go toooo...Applebee's?"

I laughed at the fact that she remembered my preference of quieter bar &
grills to smoke-filled clubs.  "Alrighty then, to Applebee's!"

Luckily, most of the supper crowd had dispersed by the time we got there;
we didn't have to wait for a table.  The hostess did a double take when
Britney and I walked in, but she shook her head.  Typical small town
mentality, I could see it run through the girl's mind – "no one famous
is going to show up around town, even if they have a concert...as if they'd
stick around here!"  I smiled slightly and nudged Britney, to which she
responded with an equal jab.  I saw the same look pass over many of the
customers as we walked to the back of the restaurant to our table.  We made
small talk over our drinks until our mozzarella sticks arrived, which we
both enjoyed happily.  She hadn't eaten since before the concert, and I'd
missed supper altogether.  We fell silent while we worked on not making a
complete mess of ourselves with the melting cheese and marinara sauce, but
unfortunately, she fell victim first.  She didn't seem to notice that she
had a tiny dot of sauce at the corner of her mouth.  Seizing this very open
opportunity, I reached across the table to dab it off with my fingertip.
She stopped midsentence when I touched her, a mixture of surprise and
curiosity flashed through her eyes.  I froze, too, when she turned her head
slightly, her lips brushing the tip of my forefinger before parting
slightly.  I felt a shiver run down my spine when her tongue flickered
across my skin.  I pulled my hand away slowly, holding her gaze.  For that
moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the room.

"Are you ready to get out of here?" she asked me, looking straight into my
eyes.  I simply nodded in return.  She dropped a $50 on the table and got
up, surprisingly taking my hand and leading me out of the restaurant.  Back
in the car, we took off, back to her suite at the hotel as she suggested.
Her excuse was that she rarely had anyone her age to talk to and she didn't
want to spend the night alone in a hotel.  When she placed her hand over
mine on the gearshift, I highly doubted that sheer conversation was her
sole reason for inviting me to her hotel room.  My heart raced as she
squeezed my hand gently.

At the final stoplight before the turn to her hotel, I turned to thank her
for the drink but before I was able to, she leaned across the console and
kissed me full on the lips.  My racing heart skipped a beat.  This wasn't
the same light, friendly kiss she had given me in my room; this was a warm,
passionate kiss.  The initial shock fell by the wayside when I felt her
tongue touch my lips, which parted eagerly for her soft tongue.  The horn
blaring behind the car jolted us apart.  We laughed as I drove through the
intersection and around the corner into the hotel's rear parking lot.

I waited behind Britney, my hand resting casually on her waist while she
dug out the key to get into the hotel, looking around and spotting a few
girls sitting on the hood of their car as they realized who was entering
the hotel.  I saw a number of camera flashes go off before we finally got
inside where I dared slip my arm fully around her waist, and turned around
to see a reporter snapping pictures sitting in a car by the door.  We
hadn't even noticed him until she turned around to wave at what she thought
were only fans.  We looked like deer caught in headlights I'm sure.

"Shit," she whispered.  "I hope you don't care about being in a magazine."

"Heh, well it's been my lifelong goal," I said.

We looked at each other, and looked back at the photographer, still
snapping away – and we both flipped him off before turning and heading
to the elevator to get up to her suite.

Once in the elevator, Britney swiped her key to let us up to the exclusive
upper level, and she leaned back against the wall next to me for the ride
up to the 11th floor.  I felt her fingers entwine themselves with my own
and I lifted her hand to my lips, kissing it softly before pulling her face
to mine to kiss her, giving her the same passionate but gentle kiss she had
given me earlier in my car.  She turned her body into mine and pressed
herself against me, both of us falling into a hot, loving kiss.  Our bodies
were so close that I couldn't tell whose heart was beating faster.  It was
electric.

The elevator came to a stop and we looked sideways from our kiss, noticing
her bodyguard who was stationed in front of the elevator.  She immediately
burst into a fit of giggles as she dragged me out into the hall.  "Hey
Raymond, this is Amber, it's ok for her to be here right?"

After looking back and forth between the two of us for a moment, he broke
into a wide grin.  "Well I suppose she is, you seem to have given her your
approval already!"

She started leading me down the hallway to her room at the end and she
turned around to say, "Good, because I would be a terrible hostess if I
kicked her out now!  Right?" she added as she turned back to me.

"Absolutely terrible," I said, nearly leading her down the hall, eager to
finally have some real privacy with Britney.

I slid my arms around her waist, standing behind her while she unlocked her
door. Not being able to resist her bare neck exposed to me so invitingly, I
bent down and kissed the side of her neck, nibbling and sucking on it,
savoring the taste of her skin.  I sensed her pause a moment before opening
the door and leading me in.  I held onto her waist, kicking the door shut
behind me while I moved my lips to the other side of her neck.  I felt her
shiver and lean back against my chest, reaching around me to lock the
deadbolt on the door.  I smiled to myself as I moved my lips down to the
top of her shoulder...she didn't want anybody interrupting this either.  My
hands moved over her hips and down the sides her thighs, dragging my
fingernails up the front of them until my fingers were grazing over her
bare stomach.  A moan escaped her lips and she turned around in my arms to
face me, wrapping her arms around my neck and looking into my eyes.

"You know," she started.  I could feel her fingers scratching the back of
my neck lightly.  "It's been quite awhile since I've been with anyone."

I removed her glasses, not wanting to bump them off on accident and tucking
a piece of hair behind her ear that had slipped out of her ponytail.  "I
know, you told me at dinner."

She smiled.  "You're right, I did.  I guess what I meant to say was
that...I've never really done anything more than kiss another girl, and
that was just a dare at a party in middle school.  I guess I'm just a
little nervous."

I kissed her lips softly before replying, "Don't worry, you're not the only
one that doesn't know exactly what she's doing."

She seemed to relax a bit at this, and so did I.  I had been a bit worried
that this was a common occurrence for her, and I didn't want to be
competing with other girls.  Britney leaned in and kissed me, this time
having no reason to stop, we lost ourselves in the kiss.  I ran the tip of
my tongue over her bottom lip, gaining the response I wanted.  Her lips
parted, letting my tongue slip into her mouth to find her own.  I let my
hands slide down from her waist slowly, brushing over her bare lower back
before daring to move one down to her gorgeous ass, the other holding the
back of her neck.  She darted her tongue into my mouth, taking turns
exploring each other's mouths, each of us trying to be closer to the other.

The growing passion between Britney and I helped wash away my nerves, even
though I could not believe I was in this situation with the most beautiful
and sought after woman in the world.  I let my hand slide over the curve of
her ass and moved it between her legs, pressing my fingers against her
pussy.  I could feel the heat through her pants, and it was even a bit
damp.

Britney bit my lip when I touched her and I jerked my hand away, not
wanting to move too fast for her.  "Why did you stop?" she asked, looking
up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes.

"I thought you wanted me to."

She laughed.  "Are you serious?  No I don't want you to stop, you just
surprised me, that's all, I hope I didn't hurt your lip!"

I flicked my tongue over the sore spot on my lower lip, tasting a hint of
blood.  "Oh I think I'll survive," I said as I reached up and teased her
nipples that were visibly straining against her tight T-shirt.  Britney
closed her eyes as I stopped to lift her shirt over her head, both of us
sighing as I ran my hands over her bare skin.  It was hot to the touch, but
I saw her shiver.  I bent down to kiss her neck, my tongue grazing over her
warm skin, moving my lips down her neck and shoulder, eliciting
appreciative moans from her.  My tongue slid down into the valley between
her breasts and she reached behind her back, undoing the clasp of her bra
as I pulled it down off her arms.

I took my lips away from her skin so I could look up into her eyes as I
teased her hard little nipples with my fingertips.  She smiled at me and
placed her hand on the back of my head, urging my lips back to her skin.  I
happily obliged, kissing one of her nipples before flicking my tongue over
it.  Britney moaned and leaned back slightly, I felt her grip tighten in my
hair, pulling me closer.  I sucked her nipple into my mouth, bathing it
with my tongue, letting my teeth graze it slightly.  I reached up with my
other hand, not wanting to ignore her other breast, tickling it gently with
my nails before massaging and playing with the nipple, feeling it harden
beneath my fingers.  I moved my lips to her other nipple, not wanting to
give them unequal attention.  She shuddered when I licked it, catching her
off guard.  Britney's breathing had significantly quickened, and I knew she
was getting more pleasure out of this than most girls would, I'm sure.  Her
nipples must be incredibly sensitive.

I ran my fingers across her bare stomach, slipping them below the waistband
of her pants.  Her hips jerked slightly at my touch.  She wanted it, and
she wanted it bad.  I took my lips off her nipple and kissed her again,
devouring her mouth as she pulled me backwards with her until she hit the
foot of the bed and she had to sit down.  I felt her hands slide up my legs
and under the bottom of my shirt as she pulled it off.  Britney reached
behind me and unhooked my bra, lifting it up to expose my breasts.  She
happily returned the same treatment I had given her own breasts.  The
sensations her lips were sending through me were almost too much to bear.
I pulled the tie out of her hair to let it flow down her shoulders, so I
could run my fingers back through it.  I'd wanted to see just how soft her
hair was from the first time I saw her on MTV, and I was not disappointed
by the real thing.

I knelt down in front of her, causing her to pout, as my breasts were no
longer within reach of her lips.  She broke into a grin, though, when she
saw my hands move up to unbutton her pants, pulling the zipper down slowly.
I saw the same white and pink panties that I had caught a glimpse of
earlier in the car show up when the front of her pants opened.  My mouth
watered at the sight, and I had to swallow hard to stop myself from
drooling.  I tugged at the top of her pants and she lifted her hips up,
allowing me to slide them over her hips and down her thighs.  She kicked
her sandals off and I pulled them down to her ankles and completely off.
Her legs were absolutely gorgeous, a testament to her years of dancing.

I could smell her arousal and it only made me hungrier as she ran her
fingers back through my hair.  "Amber please, I need you tonight."  The
desperation in her voice melted my heart.  I leaned down and kissed the
tops of her thighs as she opened her legs invitingly.  I could see a
significant wet spot on her panties and I reached for it with my fingers,
massaging it, pressing into her slightly through her panties, teasing her.
Her hips bucked under my touch and she moaned.  I couldn't take it anymore;
she was begging me to taste her.  I took my fingers away from her and
pulled her panties off, revealing her noticeably wet, perfectly trimmed
pussy.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, giving her one last chance to
decide if she really wanted it.

"Yes, oh God yes I want it, I need you babe."

That was all the more encouragement I needed.  I nudged Britney's beautiful
thighs apart further, pulling her swollen lips open with my fingers, her
wetness leaking out of her opening.  I looked up into her eyes and leaned
down, running my tongue up the length of her pussy to her engorged clit,
circling it with my tongue slowly.  Britney groaned and fell back on the
bed, pushing my head closer between her legs.  I teased her clit with the
tip of my tongue, making her hips buck every time I touched it.  I held her
hips down with my hands and ran my tongue down, slipping it inside her
pussy, tasting her juices that were flowing freely now.

"Amber don't stop, please don't stop, oh God."  Britney was begging me
again.  I could never stop, even if I'd had the desire to do so.  I slid my
tongue in and out, fucking her slowly with it as she tried to push herself
further onto my tongue.  I let go of her hips and moved my tongue back to
her clit, sliding two fingers inside in its place, giving her what she
wanted.  My lips sucking on her clit as my tongue teased it in my mouth, my
fingers pumping into her pussy, quickening my pace when she started
grinding her hips back against me.

I pushed my fingers into her harder, feeling her pussy squeezing around
them slightly.  I knew she was going to come soon, her moans were getting
louder by the second.  I let go of her clit to blow on it gently, making
her squeal in delight before flicking my tongue against it quickly.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!"  She was screaming it and I felt
her pulling on my hair.  I hoped the security guard in the hall was
enjoying it, too.  I looked up to see her face.  Her entire body had broken
out into a sweat.  Her hips bucked against me fast and I felt her pussy
contract around my fingers.  Both of us were moaning as I watched wave
after wave of pleasure wash over her.  I nearly came, too, from watching
her orgasm.

"Ohhhhh fucking Christ...oh my God...oh my God..." she repeated, coming
down off her incredible high.

I let my fingers slip out of her soaking wet pussy and climbed onto the bed
over her body to bend down and kiss her lips, letting her taste her own
juices off my lips.

"Amber...that was incredible.  I've never come like that before.  It was so
perfect...wow."  She was still panting.

I blushed a little at the extreme compliment.  "Well, a woman knows what a
woman needs, right?"

"God, absolutely."  She pulled my face to hers again, kissing me deeply as
I moved to lie down next to her, running my fingers over her body slowly.
I could worship her body forever, it was so incredibly perfect.  "Should we
see if I have the same woman's intuition?"

I smiled at her and nodded, pulling her body onto mine as I rolled from my
side to my back.  She didn't spend the time teasing me like I had done to
her.  Hell, I didn't care, I didn't need it.  I didn't know if I would be
able to hold back once she touched me.

Britney kissed me once more, tugging my lip between her teeth before moving
down my body.  She pulled at my pants and I lifted myself up to let her
pull them down, taking my new black panties with as she went.  I ran my
hands back through her hair as she lay down between my legs, looking up at
me for a moment, making me wait just a little.

"Please..." is all I had to say.  Britney leaned down and pushed her tongue
inside me.  I gasped from the sudden, unbelievable stimulation.  I saw her
smile at my reaction and she went to work.  She slid her fingers over my
clit and started rubbing it, pressing on it as she tongue fucked me.  I
don't know how I held off for the time that I did; I knew I didn't want the
night to end.  I felt the bed moving from more than my own movements.  I
looked down to see Britney playing with her pussy with her free hand.  It
was too much for me.  She was as horny as I was and wanted it just as bad.
The hardest orgasm ever rocked through my body, nearly making me pull away
from her mouth, but she grabbed my thigh and held me close.  I heard her
moaning and felt her shuddering, too, and I knew she was coming with me.
It only made my own orgasm more intense.  It was too good to be true.  And
I was high as a kite as I saw her lift her head up, licking her lips.

"Fuck, talk about intuition," I said as I started to catch my breath.

"It was ok?" she asked, completely serious as she moved up to lie down next
to me.

I laughed.  "Are you kidding me?"  I couldn't believe this woman who was
the best at everything she seemed to do was doubting something she did.
"Brit, it was fucking amazing!"  I leaned over to kiss her, both of us
basking in our incredible afterglow.

She smiled and kissed me back before sitting up and going into the bathroom
and coming back out with a couple bathrobes, tossing one to me.  "Put that
on, I'm going to call for room service and have the linens changed.  I
don't really want to fight about who has to sleep on the wet spot, do you?"
I laughed.  I knew what she meant.  There wasn't so much as a wet spot as a
wet AREA from the two of us.

I went to the minibar, grabbed a couple bottles of water for us, and sat
down at the table with her as she called up room and maid service.  When
she was off the phone, she got up from her chair and sat down, straddling
my lap to kiss me again.  I kept my hands on the exterior of her robe, not
wanting to start something we wouldn't be able to finish before we would be
interrupted.  She kept trying to nudge my hands where she wanted them, but
I kept slapping her fingers away.  It tortured her and I knew she loved it.
Soon enough, though, a knock came on the door.

"Who is it?" she asked, sounding a bit too annoyed I thought.

"Room service Ms. Spears.  You called a bit ago?" I heard a male voice
respond.

Britney seemed to have forgotten for the moment.  "Oh!  Oh yes, I'll be
right there!"  She jumped off my lap and ran to the door, unlocking it to
let room service in, followed by a maid with fresh linens.

I did a double take at room service.  I knew I recognized that voice!  It
was my exboyfriend.  We'd broken up because he was jealous of how much I
talked about wanting to be with a girl, that girl namely being Britney
Spears.  I spun around in my chair to pretend to look busy with the hotel
menu, but I couldn't help myself.  I got up and walked over to Britney who
was digging through her purse looking for cash for a tip, looking at Mike
the whole way until I caught his attention, being sure he recognized me.
He did.  He opened his mouth to say something, but I saw his eyes go back
and forth between Britney and me, noticing our matching bathrobes, and the
maid changing the bed.  He closed it again as I slid my arm around her
waist and kissed her neck, surprising her as she was focused on her purse.

"Mmmmm...Amber give me a minute to catch my breath, would you?" she said,
and laughed.  I stood back up and blew a kiss at Mike.

"Say, Brit, I'd like you to meet someone."

"Hmm?  Really who?" she said, finally finding the cash that had fallen out
of her wallet and turning around, placing my arm back around her waist.

"Britney, this is my ex, Mike.  Mike, this is Britney.  Spears," I said,
content that I was truly rubbing it all in his face for being a jealous
asshole.

Mike blushed as Britney handed him his tip.  "Yes, pleased to meet you," he
said, his face now beet red.

"What's wrong Mike?" I asked.  "Jealous?"  I thought steam was going to
come out of his ears.  Britney and I were both trying not to laugh.  I had
told her about Mike when we were getting acquainted at her dinner, but I
hadn't told her just what he had been jealous of.

He threw the folded money back at me and spun on his heel, thankfully
leaving the service cart behind.  We both burst out laughing.

"You told me he was jealous, you never told me why!" she said, once she had
composed herself a bit.

"I didn't think it to be an appropriate moment to tell you he broke up with
me because I wanted to fuck you."  I heard the maid who was putting the
finishing touches on the bed say something under her breath.  She probably
hadn't realized the reason for the change of bedding until now.

"Yes, I suppose you're right, I just might have slapped you."  I looked a
bit taken aback.  "Or maybe I would have kissed you."  She laughed.

As she waited for the maid to finish, I set up our midnight snack on the
corner table.  I noticed she gave the maid the tip intended for Mike, as
well as an additional equal tip.  "Damn, lucky maid," I thought to myself,
"but not as lucky as me," I added as an afterthought.

After our meal, we stripped off our robes and slid into the fresh, clean,
and most importantly, dry, sheets, snuggling up close to each other.

"I'm glad I met you tonight," she said, brushing a strand of hair away from
my face.  "I was ready to give up on relationships altogether.  I had no
idea it could be so great and that I could feel so connected to someone."

I raised my eyebrows, surprised (and happy) that Britney was considering
what we had going was a relationship.  "Well, I'm glad I met you tonight,
too."  I paused.  "You felt a connection, too?"  I indeed had felt one, but
doubted she felt the same.  My heart raced as I thought of the
possibilities of this new discovery.

"I knew it!  I knew you felt it, too, I could tell you did, I could feel it
between us."  She was talking fast, I knew she was excited.  "This might
sound dumb but I really feel like a new and better person when I'm with
you, and I know I don't even know you very well yet but maybe we can change
that right?  I'm here for the week, I want to see you whenever you can, is
that ok?  If it's not, I'll understand."  Her voice fell, she was expecting
the worst.

"Britney, I'd like nothing more than to spend every moment for the rest of
my life with you."

She looked at me as if I was about to say "but."  I didn't.

She squealed happily, kissing me passionately.  Soon she had our kiss
turning into something more again, as she pulled my hand between her thighs
that were wet again.

"This woman is insatiable!" I thought, more than happy to cater to her
requests.  It was, after all, my job.  I wasn't on the clock anymore, but
who needed a paycheck?