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Britney's Caterer Ch. 01

By: VMEnglishRose



I started writing this with the intention of submitting just one story. However, the potential for subsequent chapters is high. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is in no way meant to defame Britney Spears' name or her character. It's a complete fantasy, based slightly on my life.

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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 night at wedding receptions and corporate banquets, but never had a night passed so slowly. Once the concert starts and everyone is busy keeping the show running, the catering staff has nothing to do, allowing me to use the access keys and my backstage pass to watch the concert from the side of the stage (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 five-minute break while her dancers took over. 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 knew we both felt it, I could see it in her eyes – we both felt the same rush of electricity when our hands 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 of a uniform." 

"You don't want to go out in 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 so badly for 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 that 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!"

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. "It's not a Mercedes, but it gets me from point A to point B!" I said as we approached my car.

"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.

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. When we got to there, my roommate was thankfully 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 the situation called for silky-smooth legs. "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 out, 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 into 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 dinner 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 didn't say anything. Typical small town mentality, not believing a celebrity would hang around town long. 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 dinner 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 to it 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 chewing 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.


Britney's Caterer Ch. 01



"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 in the car, however, I highly doubted that simple conversation was her reason for inviting me to her 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 disappeared when I felt her tongue touch my lips, which I 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 began to realize 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 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 lips, giving her the same passionate but gentle kiss she had given me earlier in the 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.

The elevator doors opened and we looked sideways from our kiss, noticing a security guard 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, 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 it, nibbling and sucking, 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 scratch them accidentally 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 like this with another girl. 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. 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 as we took turns exploring each other's mouths.

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, 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. Britney's breathing had significantly quickened, and I knew she was getting more pleasure out of this than I had expected. Her nipples must be incredibly sensitive.

I ran my fingers across her bare stomach, slipping them below the waist 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 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. Just as I had expected, they were the same panties she had worn on Rolling Stone.

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 me. 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. 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 it back very long 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.

"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 just 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 I'd ever experienced 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, coming back with a couple bathrobes. "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 created 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 push 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! 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 had recognized that voice! It was Mike, 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, the opportunity was just too good to be true. I got up and walked over to Britney who was digging through her purse looking for cash for a tip, catching Mike's 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 stayed silent, though, when 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.

"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, even though he had grounds for jealousy.

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

"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 as the door closed behind him.

"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 we 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."




Britney's Caterer Ch. 01



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?



Britney's Caterer Ch. 02



Is is in no way meant to defame Britney Spears’s name or her character, or say she has done any of these things. It’s a complete fantasy, based loosely on my life.

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It must have been nearly 4:00 am by the time Britney and I managed to stop playing and talking and finally get to sleep. The energy level in her hotel suite had been too high for us to be able to calm down any sooner. We were both absorbed in the past night’s discoveries. Before our chance meeting backstage at her concert where I was working, neither of us had explored what it could feel like to be with another woman, neither physically nor emotionally. But that night had been fateful. In just a matter of hours, I had gone from being a lonely single girl too immersed in college to bother with dating to waking up with Britney Spears in my arms.


“What the Hell happened?” I said to myself, admiring the view revealed to me by the blanket having slid off in the night. Britney was curled up next to me, still nude from our escapades of that night, and using my arm as a pillow. No wonder I couldn’t feel my hand. My thoughts had woken me up fully, and the fact that I had no use of my left arm was really starting to bother me, especially since I was craving a shower in that awesome penthouse bathroom that had a massaging showerhead. I needed it after my long night at work, and even longer night in bed. I slid my arm out from under her gently so not to disturb her and stood up, pulling my robe on when I felt a hand on my waist.

“Don’t leave.”


I smiled and patted her hand. She didn’t want me to go. To be honest, I didn’t want to leave either.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’m just going to go have a shower. Thought I’d take you out for breakfast this morning. Might as well be outside and get some fresh air, hmm?” I leaned down to kiss her before leaving. “By the way, good morning, beautiful.”

“Mmm, good morning,” she said as she rolled over to go back to sleep.

I left her to sleep, as she surely needed it more than I did. She got twice the workout I did – our time spent in bed last night in addition to her 2-hour concert earlier that night. “I don’t know where she gets her energy,” I thought as I closed the bathroom door behind me and stepped in to relax under the oh-so-inviting massaging shower.

However, when the water hit my shoulders, searing pain shot through my skin. I jumped away from the water, turning to look at my back in the reflection of the shower’s glass door. I hadn’t even felt it happening, but my shoulders were covered in deep scratches. I couldn’t help but smile. “Battle wounds,” I thought. They stung and felt as if they were on fire, but I didn’t mind.


I had just finished rinsing my hair when I felt the telltale blast of cold air hit my back as the bathroom door opened. I focused on rinsing out my hair, assuming Britney was up to use the restroom and I did not intend to make her feel uncomfortable. However, I was pleasantly shocked when a second gust of cold air hit my back, followed by a set of warm hands. I shivered, but was it from the cool air or her electric touch? Probably a bit of both.

“I thought you were going back to sleep?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“I was going to, until I realized you were on the other side of that door, in my shower,” Britney answered. I felt her hands on my shoulders, her fingers grazing the cuts spreading across my skin. “Oh, Amber look at your back, I didn’t realize I was hurting you, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it; it was well worth the abuse.”

She laughed. “Yes, I suppose it was, wasn’t it?”

“Thinking a bit highly of yourself, are you?” I retorted, smiling over my shoulder so she knew I was joking.

“Well you didn’t seem to complain, I was just assuming…” Her voice trailed off as her hands slid down my back and around my waist. I felt her body pressed to mine, the sheer feeling of her skin set off fireworks behind my eyes. She kissed my neck before turning me to face her. God, she was beautiful. Our lips met, as did our tongues, and I know we both saw the fireworks.

I had just lost myself in her kiss when her hand had moved off my waist and between my thighs. No sooner had I taken my mouth of hers to tell her she didn’t have to, than she had slid her middle finger into my pussy.

“Fuck it,” I said, referring to my leaving behind intentions of behaving, but I saw it in her eyes that she interpreted it differently. She covered my lips with hers before I could protest. I pulled her tongue into my mouth with my own, sucking on it before letting it go to relax under her touch.

She brought me off fast. It wasn’t the blinding orgasm like I’d had last night, but it was intense, brought on from the sudden, rough stimulation of the palm of her hand pressing against my clit and her fingers fucking me. I pulled my lips off hers and fell back against the wall of the shower, catching my breath, and opened my eyes to see her looking right at me.

“You like?” she asked, a bit unnecessarily.

“You didn’t have to do that, that was selfish of me.” I really did feel bad, because I had no intention of returning the favor immediately.

“Selfish? Babe I owe you after last night, and I owe you more than that. I was the one who’s been more than selfish. I’ve never felt like I felt last night. It was so amazing.”

She was right, it WAS amazing. I laughed. “You thought you were being selfish? I think I was. I didn’t want to let you get away after waiting so long to have you to myself like that.” I straightened up and rinsed myself off once more, leaving her to take her own shower.

It wasn’t until I walked back into the bedroom that I realized I had no clothes to put on, save for those I had worn last night, and I couldn’t even find my shirt amongst the tangle of our clothes and the bedding. Hell, the maid probably took it with the rest of the linens last night. Chances are it had been tangled in the sheets.

I did find my jeans under the edge of the bed, though, and pulled them on. I hadn’t gone without wearing panties under my jeans for so long, I’d forgotten how free and erotic it felt. I put my bra back on as well, but the fact that I had no shirt to wear was still bothering me.

Deciding Britney wouldn’t care if I borrowed one of her shirts until I had my own, I pulled open her closet to find something to wear. I flipped through the hangers of too-tight tees and low-rise jeans until I found a sweatshirt that wouldn’t be two sizes too small for me, looking in the mirror on the back of the closet door. “Louisiana State University? You really can’t take the South out of the girl,” I said aloud, reading the front of the sweatshirt.

“No, you definitely can’t.”


I turned around to see Britney standing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around her body, her hands on her hips in mock anger. “Suuuure Amber, of course you can borrow something to wear, help yourself!” she laughed.

“Haha, yeah, sorry ‘bout that.” I know I looked a bit sheepish, getting caught taking something of hers. “But I guess housekeeping got my shirt by accident last night, I can’t find it anywhere and I’m not about to go outside in nothing but jeans and a bra.”

“No, I don’t suppose so. Though you wouldn’t hear me complaining,” she said, smiling.

“You can have it back when I get a chance to change later. I promise I won’t steal it.”

“Oh! Nah don’t worry about it, I got a bunch at home just like it. You can keep it. Think of it as…a souvenir.”

I crossed the walk-in closet and lifted her chin up, kissing her full on the mouth. “Thanks babe, whenever I wear it, I’ll think of you,” I said as my fingers found the edge of her towel that was tucked in to keep it in place and pulled it off before she could protest.

“Hey!” she yelled once I pulled it away. She crossed her arms over her chest, as if she had anything to hide from me. Ha!

“Get dressed, I’m hungry,” I said as I walked past her, stopping to slap her bare ass playfully. “God, what an ass.” Apparently, I said that out loud, against my intentions.

“Excuse me?” Britney asked.

I thought a moment, buying time by putting my shoes on. “You heard me.”

“Yes, I did hear you. And if you’re so hungry, why am I getting dressed?”

I turned to reply, but stopped short. She still wasn’t dressed, and had posed against the doorway, no longer concealing her breasts.

“I said, why get dressed, if you’re hungry? Get over here.”

I stood up and walked over to her, holding her gaze as I crossed the room. I stopped in front of her, our faces no more than an inch apart. “Get dressed,” I said, and spun on my heel to sit down at the table and read a magazine. I heard Britney groan in frustration and glanced over my shoulder, watching her pout as she got dressed.

“That’s not very fair you know!” she yelled from the closet.

“What’s not fair?” I asked innocently.

“Teasing me like that, walking away when you know damn well what I want.” She was trying to be firm about her statement, but I heard her voice trying to waver into a whine.

“Well honey, life’s not always fair,” I retorted, enjoying this futile power struggle she was trying to win. “Now get dressed or I’m leaving.”


“Fine!”

A few minutes later she appeared next to me, fully clothed, or as fully clothed as Britney Spears can get, her midriff showing as usual. I looked up from my reading. “You look great babe,” I said, tracing my finger around the piercing through her navel, “but this is autumn in the Midwest, you are going to freeze that ass off this morning, and I’d hate to see that happen.”

“I’ll grab a jacket on the way out. Let’s go since you’re in such a hurry to leave.”

We passed Raymond, one of Britney’s security guards, in the hallway, still at his post from the night before. He gave us a knowing wink as we stepped into the elevator hand-in-hand. “You girls behave, don’t get into any trouble out there!”

“We won’t!” we said in unison, both of us laughing at our simultaneous reply.

To our dismay, even more paparazzi were waiting outside the hotel entrance than there were the night before. As soon as Britney stepped out of the elevator holding my hand, the cameras started snapping. We did our best to push our way through them and got back into my car, speeding out of the parking lot to make sure we lost them before they could get into their vehicles.

“Ugh, you have to deal with that EVERY day?” I asked Britney, severely annoyed by the two short encounters I’d had with paparazzi while with her.

“Yeah, it’s a fucking pain in the ass, but I can’t really do anything about it, so I just deal with it,” she said, looking behind us to see if we were being followed. We weren’t.

I decided to take Britney out for a proper Midwestern breakfast at a local truck stop that I had been eating at for years. We pulled in and Britney told me to wait a minute before getting out, a trick to see if anyone had managed to follow us. No one pulled in behind us.

We walked into Gramma Sharon’s, the best truck stop west of the Mississippi, and picked a booth in the far corner of the restaurant. Tina came up with our menus as soon as we sat down. “Amber! Long time no see! Where have you been?”


“Busy with school and work, as usual!”


“Ah well, ain’t that the way life goes sometimes.” I saw Tina’s eyes glance back at my companion. “Amber don’t be rude, who’s your guest? I don’t think I’ve seen her in here before.”

I realized Britney had neglected to take off her sunglasses. I never understood that. A person wearing sunglasses INSIDE a building draws more attention than not wearing them at all. Satisfying my opinion, I reached across the table and pulled off her sunglasses. “Tina, Britney. Britney, this is Tina.”

Britney smiled politely and nodded, but I felt a kick in my shin under the table. I countered with a “Who the fuck cares?” glare, and I saw her tense up a moment before relaxing.

Tina thought a moment before proceeding, “Well well! I read the paper this morning. That was you in those pictures?”

I checked with Britney before responding, she nodded. “Yeah. I was catering for her show last night and neither of us felt like sitting around all night, so we went out for a drink.” Keep it simple, I thought. Tina seemed to accept the explanation and left us to decide on our breakfast.

Over our meal, we worked out some ground rules. If people were going to see us together, in person and in the papers, we needed to answer the inevitable questions. We agreed that my previous answer about going out for a drink after her concert and hitting it off well as friends would be our story – and it wasn’t at all false, just not completely true.

I picked up the tab, as I had promised. Surprisingly no one had tipped the press off of Britney’s presence in the restaurant. No photographers were waiting outside the doors, as we had been expecting. Apparently, this was quite the relief to Britney. As I walked her to the passenger side to open her door in a bit of mock chivalry, she grabbed my jeans by the belt loops and pulled me close, slipping her tongue past my lips and into a passionate kiss.

“Smile, Britney!” 

We were jolted apart from our kiss, both of us turning to find the intruding voice. Then we heard the sound of a camera shutter, and another, then another. A photographer was standing behind a pickup. Apparently, he had managed to follow us or someone tipped him off.

“Jesus Christ! Don’t they ever quit? Get in!” I said, jogging around my car to get in on my side, taking off quickly to get away, hoping to be more successful at ditching the press this time. “Britney, he was there the whole time, he got pictures of us kissing, and you know he’s going to have those published. I’m sorry if I just wrecked your reputation, it wasn’t my intention, I promise.” I looked her in the eye, making sure she knew I was sincere.

“I know you didn’t mean to cause any trouble, and you haven’t really. I mean, I’m an adult, I can be with whoever I want, right? And I want to be with you, so…let them take their pictures.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek, reassuring me.

“Well that’s comforting Brit, but you’re not the only one in those pictures. None of my family or friends know this side of me. I hope they’re as accepting of it as you’re assuming yours to be. I guess I can’t do anything about it, I might as well ride it out, for lack of a better metaphor,” I said, winking at my obvious reference to our sexual antics.

“OK now that that’s settled, what are we going to do the rest of the day?” she asked, slipping her sunglasses back on.

“I have class in half an hour and I can’t really afford to miss it. You told me you want to see what college is really like. Come suffer in Stats with me.”

“You can do that? Just random people join the class?”

“Well it’s a class of 200 people, they’re not going to notice anyone extra.”

And no one noticed. While we were talking before class started, she laughed a few times and I saw a few girls turn around and stare for a moment, then shrug and turn back around. I smiled to myself. There was that small-town mentality of “That would never happen here,” showing up again. This was going to be a relatively relaxing week if the public didn’t start getting involved with us. Of course, there were going to be those damn paparazzi photos showing up in the papers the next day, and they were probably already all over the internet.

I could barely concentrate in class. Britney kept pulling my notebook to the side and writing me messages. They started out innocently enough with silly doodles and the obligatory “Hi, what’s up. Nothing, I’m bored,” messages. That didn’t last very long though. Within 20 minutes, she had completely stolen my notebook and was busy filling up an entire page. When she was finished, she handed it back and resumed innocently focusing on the lecture.

I didn’t get past the third line before I nearly choked on my gum. What I thought was going to be mostly doodles and gibberish was actually a page-long description of what she wanted to be doing with me at that time, and it didn’t involve sitting in a Statistics class.


I finished reading, and I knew I was blushing. I closed my notebook, looked at Britney, stood up, and left the classroom. She wasn’t more than two seconds behind me.

I took her hand and pulled her into the restroom. Luckily, it was empty; everybody was in class. I led her into the far stall, locking the door behind us. We were on each other in a millisecond, kissing, our tongues fighting over whose could to go where and when. I slid my hands under her shirt, pushing her bra up to brush my fingers over her hardening nipples. I no longer felt her hands on my back so I glanced down to see where they went. She had unbuttoned her jeans and was sliding them down over her hips.

Britney pulled her lips from mine and leaned closer, flicking her tongue against my earlobe. “I need you, right now,” she whispered.

God, I didn’t need to be told twice. I dropped to my knees in front of Britney and grabbed the top of her panties, pulling them down to her ankles with her jeans, pulling both of them off completely. I looked up at her for a moment, the anticipation making her whimper. I put my index finger up to my lips. “Shh,” I commanded, not wanting to attract attention from anyone in the hall. She nodded in response and stepped her legs apart, running her fingers through my hair, urging me closer.

I moved my finger from my lips and reached between her legs, sliding it up the length of her slit, watching her shiver when I touched her. I took my finger away and grabbed her thighs, forcing her legs further apart as I leaned in, flicking my tongue against her clit. She gasped, and I knew it would be a fight for her to keep quiet, and I loved it. I moved my tongue against her again and she leaned back against the wall, pressing her hips forward to my mouth.

I looked up, Britney’s eyes were shut tight, and she was biting her lower lip. “How fucking gorgeous,” I thought. I moved my hand down from her thigh to the back of her knee, lifting her leg up over my shoulder so she could put it against the opposite wall, opening her up properly for me.

My tongue reached back and slipped inside, tasting and feeling how wet she was, and she was soaked. She must have been anticipating this all morning. I slid my tongue back to her clit, flicking it and licking it. Her hips were grinding back against me; I knew she was already close. I moved my tongue quicker over her swollen clit and I felt her body tensing up. 

She moaned and I reached up, slapping my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet but she moved her head, catching the same finger in her mouth that I had just slid through her pussy and sucked on it. I looked up to watch her, wanting to hear her moan but not wanting to get caught. She gasped when I pulled her clit, her entire body shuddering. I knew she was doing all she could to stay quiet through what looked like an extremely intense orgasm.


I waited until I felt her body relax before standing up, giving her a deep, impassioned kiss before she could open her eyes.

“Oh my God,” she said breathlessly.

I kissed her again, enjoying the position I had her in – pinned against the wall, her leg still up against the opposite wall, still open for me. I bit her tongue playfully and moved my hand back between her thighs, brushing lightly over her sensitive clit. Her hips bucked in response. She wanted it again.

I backed away slightly to see her face, still flushed from her orgasm just moments ago, and she was grinning. I bent down and kissed the side of her neck as I slid first one, then two fingers into her pussy, pressing my thumb against her clit.

Britney draped her arms around my neck, holding on for the ride, but I held my hand still.




Britney's Caterer Ch. 02



“What are you doing, God baby fuck me,” she begged, squirming against me.

“You wanna come again? Then ride it.” I smiled at her. I wanted to watch her get herself off with my fingers, and she understood.

She kissed me again before leaning back, rotating her hips slowly. She was so turned on though, I knew she couldn’t go slowly for very long, and I was right. Within a minute she was riding my fingers fast, grinding her hips into me.

I felt her pussy start contracting again, but she kept herself quiet. I watched as her body writhed and bucked as her second orgasm washed through her.

Britney finally relaxed and leaned back against the wall, letting her leg down this time. She was panting, but smiling. I kissed her gently and pulled my hand away, stepping out of the bathroom stall to wash up. I looked at the reflection in the mirror. She was still leaning there, catching her breath.


“Britney, put your pants on, let’s get out of here,” I said, jolting her out of her daze.

“Yeah…yeah ok,” she said. She still sounded out of it, which amused me. She was, however, able to get dressed again.

While I was waiting for her, I saw the stall at the opposite end of the row open and a girl step out. “Shit,” I said under my breath. Britney said it, too, when she stepped out a moment later, though she wasn’t as quiet about it. I couldn’t believe we hadn’t noticed someone else in the bathroom, and I was positive we would have heard someone walk in. She must have been there the entire time. The girl’s face was flushed, and I wondered if it was from embarrassment or if she had enjoyed what she had overheard.

“I…I…I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in here, I won’t say anything, I didn’t see anything,” she stammered before dashing out the door.

“Looks like we had a bit of an audience,” I said to Britney, wrapping my arm around her waist.

“If she enjoyed it even half as much as I did, then she got her money’s worth.”

I laughed. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

We stepped out of the bathroom, and the same girl was leaning against the far wall, apparently waiting for us as she approached us as soon as we emerged. “Hi, again. Um, I just wanted to apologize for intruding on what was obviously a private moment, guess I was just curious.”


Britney put on her best Public Relations smile and said, “Oh it’s ok, it wasn’t your fault, and we shouldn’t have been in there really anyway, but sometimes you just can’t help yourself.” I felt her nudge me gently.

“Ok, good, I didn’t want to piss off Britney Spears, you never know what kind of repercussions that could cause.” Britney seemed a bit perturbed by this, but the girl laughed, obviously joking. “Anyway, I’ll leave you two be, but I was wondering if I could get your autograph? I promise I won’t tell my friends the circumstances of how I got it.”


Britney said, “Sure, what’s your name?”

“Katie,” she replied as she handed Britney her notebook.


I looked over to see what Britney had signed, and smiled. It read, “Katie – Good luck in college and knock before entering. Love, Britney Spears.” She handed it back to Katie, who laughed at it as well. “Yes, I’ll be sure to knock, and thank you!” she said as she walked off.

“Knock before entering? I wonder how she’s going to explain that one to her friends when she shows them,” I said, truly wondering what the possibilities of explanations could be.

We walked back to my dorm in silence. I don’t know her own reasons for not talking, but I was enjoying the crisp autumn air and Britney’s warm body close to mine. I didn’t need any words. My apprehension about her own silence was cleared when she rested her head on my shoulder as we rode the elevator up to my floor. She looked as if she was nearly asleep.

My roommate was in class for the rest of the morning. It was nice to have the room to ourselves and not break the silence that seemed to have become sacred between us. I kissed the top of her head and pulled the covers back on my bed, sliding in under them. Britney pretty much fell in next to me and I tugged her waist back against me, holding her close, both of us starting to drift to sleep.

I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek softly as she nestled back against me. “I’m falling in love with you,” I whispered. I had thought she was already asleep, but I saw the corner of her mouth twitch with a hint of a smile as I slipped off to sleep.



Britney's Caterer Ch. 03



To recap from Chapter 2, Britney and Amber have fallen asleep in Amber's dorm room after their encounter in a public bathroom of the university. Amber has confessed her growing love to Britney, but does Britney feel the same?

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I'm not sure how long we were asleep, but we were out long enough that my roommate was finished with her day's classes. We were dead to the world when I heard the door slam, jarring both of us awake.

Chantel popped around the corner. "Honey, I'm home!" she hollered, as was her tradition whenever returning to our room. "Ohh, you were sleeping, I'm sorry. Oh! You have company...um..."

I saw Chantel blush when she saw that there was obviously another person in my bed. When Britney sat up, her jaw hit the floor.

"Thanks for the wakeup call. You must be Amber's roommate, yes? I'm Britney, nice to meet you. Don't mind us, we were up late last night and needed to catch up." Britney was significantly more comfortable with the situation than Chantel and me.

Britney was so nonchalant and friendly that it even surprised me, so I can imagine just how caught off guard Chantel was.

I wasn't sure what to say, so I did the obvious and introduced them. "Britney, this is Chantel, my roommate. Chantel this is Britney...Spears."

"Uh...hi," Chantel said. "Sorry again for waking you up."

"No, really it's ok," I said. "We'd be up all night if we slept any longer." I felt Britney's hand rest on my knee as soon as I had said it, and I knew what she was thinking. She had full intention of being up all night. So did I.

The room fell into a very uncomfortable silence, so I seized the opportunity as an excuse to leave. We excused ourselves, but not before I remembered to grab a change of clothes and my toothbrush, as I had absolutely no intent to return that night. My roommate looked at me a bit curiously when she saw me packing for the night, but I just smiled and said, "See you tomorrow!" as I closed the door.

Friday night, four days later...

Britney and I were spending our final night together. It was an evening filled with fleeting touches and lingering kisses. Neither of us had wanted it to end, but we had no choice.

Earlier that night, she had set up a romantic candlelit dinner in her room. We made small talk over meal, recalling moments that we had spent together, sometimes laughing, sometimes on the verge of tears.

"I want to talk," Britney said during a lull in the conversation.

"Nothing positive ever comes after that sentence, should I be worried?"

"No, you don't have to be concerned, it's not like that. I've been waiting to talk to you about this, thinking I was going to second-guess myself, but it's now or never."

"Ok, that's good...I think. What's on your mind?"

"I heard what you said, the other day when we were napping in your room."

I was wondering if she had heard me that morning when I said I was falling in love with her. Apparently, she had. "Oh...ok. And?"

"I didn't say anything at the time because I didn't know it then. But I know it now."

I waited, expecting her to continue. She didn't until I asked her to do so. "Well?"

"You said you were falling in love with me."

"Yes, I did."

"And...?"

"I was falling in love with you," I set my fork down and looked her square in the eye, taking a deep breath before continuing, "and now I'm in love with you."

Her eyes lit up as soon as the words left my lips. "Oh my gosh you have no idea how scared I was that you were going to say something else because that's what I wanted you to say, because I feel the same way...I mean I'm falling in love with you, too...I mean, I mean..." 
I leaned across the table to kiss her before she could finish, tasting a hint of wine on her lips. 

She opened her eyes when I pulled back. "I mean...I love you, too."

I stood up and took her hand in mine, bringing her with me as I sat down on the edge of the bed. I tugged on her hips, pulling her down to straddle my lap. When our lips met it felt different than it had the countless other times in the past. It was more than just passion and lust, it was mutual love. 
Our kiss turned from romantic to frenzied, breaking apart only to pull our shirts off. Instead of kissing me again, though, she leaned down and bit the side of my neck hard.

I reached up to run my fingers across her breasts, but she shoved my hands away as she sucked on the same spot of my neck. I instead tried my luck lower, grabbing her ass to pull her closer.

When Britney finally let up from my neck, she unhooked her bra but let it hang loose on her shoulders, again slapping my hands away when I reached to pull it off. I moved my hands and ran my fingernails down her back, leaning to kiss her again but she turned her face away.

"What are you doing?" I asked, completely frustrated.

"What we both want," she answered, her voice rougher than usual.

I looked at her, trying to read her face, but her eyes only revealed passion. My heart raced with anticipation. I slid one of my hands off her ass and down between her legs, pressing hard against her swollen lips through her pants.

She stopped for a moment, grinding herself against me before pressing her hips forward, directing me to slide back completely onto the bed.

When I was back far enough she kissed me violently, biting my tongue and lips. It was hurting me, but it hurt so badly it crossed into pleasure. She started backing off but I pulled her back, giving her the same treatment I had received, stopping to bite her high on her neck, instantly forming a bruise. I knew she had done the same to me earlier, both of us wanting to give the other something semi-permanent before she had to leave.

Britney pulled my face back up to hers, licking my lips slowly before she slipped her tongue back into my mouth. I kept my hand pressed between her legs, rubbing hard but slowly, feeling her hips grinding against me. She was getting so wet that I was feeling it through her pants...it only made me want her more.

She unhooked my bra and pulled it off, putting her hands in its place, covering my breasts and teasing my nipples. I winced when she pinched them too hard, but kissed her harder, never wanting to stop.

I could hear her moaning through our kiss as I worked my fingers against her harder, the friction from her pants making her even hotter.

"Unzip your pants...open them," I said between our kisses, not wanting to take my hand away to do it myself. She did so hurriedly and I pushed my hand down the front of her pants and panties, sliding my fingers into her pussy.

Britney pulled her lips off mine, breathing hard. "Fuck me, please fuck me," she begged, her face flushed with desire.

I gripped her ass with my free hand as I plunged my fingers in and out of her body as fast as I could. She was doing a damn fine job of working her clit against the palm of my hand as well. I could feel her pussy throbbing around my fingers, she was moaning louder and I knew she would come soon.

I looked up, her eyes shut tight, her hands with a death grip on my shoulders. She was so close and I wanted to send her over the edge. I let go of her ass and she opened her eyes briefly to see why, but it was too late. I brought my hand down across her ass, spanking her hard.

It worked like a charm. Her moaning nearly turned into a scream as she came on my fingers, soaking them even more with her juices. She fell against me, lying back so she could lie on my chest.

Her hips were still gyrating against me when she lifted her head up to look at me. "What was that for?"

"What was what for?"

"The spanking." She was looking at me accusingly, but her eyes were glassy in her post-orgasm afterglow.

"I just had to spank that fine ass of yours." I leaned up and kissed her, slapping her ass again lightly, making her squeak with pleasure. "Ah, you like that do you?"

I could feel her pulse against my chest and I pulled my hand out of her pants, tracing her mouth with my still-wet fingers. To my surprise, she parted her lips and moved to pull my finger into her mouth. I felt her tongue slipping over my skin. I laid back, sliding my fingers back and forth slowly, teasingly, watching her clean each one off.

When she finished I took my hand away, kissing her, our tongues playing slowly. I felt Britney slide her hand under my pillow and heard the ominous sound of metal clinking against metal. Before I could protest or even comprehend, she had already grabbed my arms, forcing them back above my head and snapped a pair of handcuffs around my wrists, locking me to the headboard.

I pulled against them, testing them. They were definitely real handcuffs. I hoped she remembered where she had put the key.

I looked up at her as she moved off me and stood at the foot of the bed. I was scared, but not truly scared. "What are you doing?" I asked her again.

"I told you, it's what we both want, isn't it?" 
She was right. I'd toying with the thought of light bondage for quite some time, especially with Britney, though I had imagined our roles being reversed. "Yes, I want it."

"Good, because you don't have a choice now," she said, pushing her pants over her hips and off and finally stripping off her bra completely.

It was agonizing to see her clad only in her panties and not be able to get my hands on her. I pulled against my restraints again, but she just laughed as she reached out to unbutton my jeans, pulling them down.

"Well well, what do we have here? No panties?"

I had purposely gone without wearing them. I knew they wouldn't be on long enough to bother. "I wanted to save you time."

"That is so naughty," she said as she kneeled on the edge of the bed, dragging her fingernails down my thighs hard enough to leave red streaks on my flesh. "Are you a bad girl?"

"What do you think?" I answered, thinking it obvious. Britney reached up and slapped me across my face, just hard enough to sting, not hard enough to be hurtful. "So this is how she wants to play," I thought, a smile spreading across my face.

"I asked you a question; don't tell me to answer it."

"Mmm, well then, yes, I'm a bad girl."

Satisfied with my answer, she stood up to pull her panties off and sat back down between my legs. She held my ankles and pushed them up to bend my knees and open my legs.

I couldn't take the suspense; she was making me wait so long. "Please, I need you," I begged.

"Wrong answer," she said sharply, slapping me again. "The only thing you need is to not speak unless I tell you to. Now shut up."

I obeyed. Britney reached under my pillow again, pulling out a silk scarf. She dragged it teasingly across her breasts before blindfolding me with it. She had obviously been planning this, stashing her toys in bed before dinner.

I could feel her weight shift on the bed, and I waited, dying to know what she was going to do. 

Suddenly I felt her tongue slide across my slit. She must have tied her hair back, as I couldn't feel it against my thighs as usual. I missed the sensation of it, but the intensely focused stimulation more than made up for it.

I felt her move again, her hot tongue landing on my breasts. She circled her tongue around each nipple, making them even harder than they already were so she could nip them between her teeth.

I groaned and pulled against the handcuffs, wanting to be out of them so I could push her head back down. She took her lips away from my skin, but I could still sense her above me. I could feel her breath against my neck and I parted my lips, anticipating the rough kiss she gave me.

"Please..." I begged again, starting to get desperate. I flinched, expecting to be slapped again. Nothing. I wanted so badly to see her, but at the same time, I didn't.

I felt her hands slide up my thighs, pulling me open and I felt her tongue hit my clit. I gasped at the sudden sensation. My arms jerked against the handcuffs, instinctively trying to reach for her. I could feel the metal digging into my skin, she had put them on so tightly.

Britney lapped at my clit, not touching me any other way except to keep me open. My hips were trying to rock against her, but every time they moved she pushed them down, keeping me still.

It was so intense that I wanted to cry.

"Oh fuck! I'm coming!" I managed to say between gasps for air. It seemed to spur her on. Her tongue moved faster against me, which I hadn't thought possible. 

It pushed me over the limit, my orgasm hitting me like a ton of bricks. It stole my breath away as it washed over my body, my back arching and my wrists struggling against the limits of their bindings. I felt the metal cut my skin, but I didn't care.

She kept at it until my body relaxed, then climbed over me and kissed my lips, letting me taste myself as I had done for her.

She pulled away, letting me catch my breath. My orgasm had been so strong that I was actually struggling to breathe, and having my hands tied above my head wasn't helping. Britney seemed to realize that very fact, as she pulled the blindfold away from my eyes and jumped off the bed to dig through her purse, coming back with the key to unlock me.

My shoulders were on fire from being held back and pulling against the restraints. I winced as I lowered my arms, feeling the muscles trying to fight the movement and my fingers felt numb. 
When she pulled the handcuffs away, she gasped. "Oh my God, I've never used these before, I didn't realize what they would do to you."

I looked to see what she was referring to. She was still holding the cuffs, but peering over me behind my head. "What? What's wrong?" I couldn't move to look, I was too sore and she was still sitting across my waist. I could look up, however, and saw where the wooden headboard had been rubbed raw in one spot from the metal grinding over it.

That, however, wasn't what she was looking at. She pulled the pillow out from under me so I could see. I knew the cuffs were too tight and were rubbing my skin raw, but I didn't know to what degree. There were drops of blood showing bright against the white of the pillowcase.

I gasped and looked at my wrists. They were so red they were nearly purple and my fingers were starting to tingle. I had been locked so tight that the metal had torn my skin in a few places and the circulation to my hands was nearly cut off. It hurt like a motherfucker, but I smiled.

"I'll heal," I said, struggling to push myself to sit up, my shoulders still burning. "And you're right, that's exactly what I wanted." 
She still looked a bit concerned, and I saw her gazing at my wrists. They looked a lot worse than they felt. The handful of nicks and cuts weren't even bleeding anymore.

She had indeed tied her hair back earlier. I reached up and tugged on her ponytail, pulling her head back to expose her neck to my mouth, kissing it thoroughly before letting her hair go.

"Hey, I said I'll heal, don't worry," I said, resting my hands on her waist as the feeling finally returned to them. "I don't mind if you beat me up, but only if it's in the bedroom."

Britney slid her fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ears. "I love you, you know."

I smiled and tightened my arms around her waist. "I know, I love you, too."

She let the moment last between us for a few seconds before climbing off my lap and disappearing into the bathroom. She returned a few seconds later with a damp cloth and dabbed it over my wrists, wiping off the blood that had dried on them. They were bruised beyond belief, but at least the cuts didn't hurt or crack when I moved my hands. 
When she was finished, I pulled the bed covers out from underneath us to snuggle up under them. But this time we faced each other so we could talk more easily.

"I don't want you to leave," I confessed, my voice cracking as I tried to not cry.

"Amber I know. I don't want to leave either, but I have to." She paused. "I want you to come with me."

I didn't know what to say. A hundred thoughts flooded my mind: what about school? what about my job? does she want me her for the rest of the tour? how am I going to explain this to my friends and family?

She seemed to read my mind, as she answered most of my concerns. "I've been thinking of how we can get this to work out. I know you can't miss too much school, I understand that. But I can't leave you tomorrow, not yet, it's too soon. You can fly out to San Francisco with me and stay the weekend, and you can go back in my jet on Monday or Tuesday. You could come meet me on the weekends, too. That is, if you want to. Do you want to?"

It was all so much, so fast. The entire week had been overwhelming. We had just met on Sunday. Six days later, we had fallen in love and she was planning to fly me to see her on her private jet every weekend. Could I really refuse an offer like that? "Wild horses couldn't keep me away."

She grinned. "Great! I can't wait, this is going to be so fun to have you with me, I hate traveling and being alone all the time. It's going to be nice not having to sleep in an empty bed quite yet."

"Yes, definitely," I agreed, scooting up in the bed slightly so her head fit neatly under my chin. "'Night, hon," I said as I felt her lips on my collarbone, kissing me goodnight.

"Goodnight."

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The next day, after we had our showers and some breakfast, I helped Britney pack up her insane amount of unnecessary clothes. I teased her about it, but she simply flipped me off in response, the saucy bitch.

Earlier in the morning when we were both getting ready in front of the mirror, we compared our mutually inflicted wounds from the previous night. She was sporting a massive hickey on the side of her neck, and it was noticeable no matter how she styled her hair. I teased her, the one on my own neck was significantly smaller and positioned well enough that my hair covered most of it. My wrists, however, were another story. It almost looked like I was wearing bracelets; a thick purple band encircled both of them, and I had no long sleeve shirt to conceal them.

We finished packing Britney up and got her checked out of the hotel, being greeted at the exit by paparazzi as usual, who instantly noticed that we were both sporting significant hickeys on our necks, which only made them snap pictures more furiously. I'm sure by now they were going nuts trying to figure out who I was and why I was always with Britney. They were shouting questions, trying to get an iota of information from us.

We stopped back at my dorm so I could pack for the weekend ahead and drop off my car. As we walked up to my room, I saw the newspapers had already been delivered for the day, each room having a paper thrown in front of it. I looked down to see the day's headline: "Britney camps out to find Justin's replacement."

I grabbed the paper, both of us mildly surprised. There, printed in full color on the front page of the USA Today, were pictures taken the morning after we met – Britney's hands on my waist, engaged in what was a very thorough kiss. They printed an entire series of pictures, including one which showed our faces clearly.

Cursing under my breath, I dropped the newspaper back in front of the door we had stopped at and continued on to my room. I noticed that my own newspaper was missing, and our door was unlocked. My roommate was already awake for the day.

We walked in, and I saw Chantel staring intensely at the photos. She looked up when she noticed us.

"Amber, what is this? This is you, isn't it? I knew there was something going on with you not coming back at night all week! What's going on?" she said rudely as she seemed to stare right through me and at Britney. Unfortunately, in Brit's efforts to not pay attention, she had turned to stare up into the closet, completely exposing the bruised side of her neck.




Britney's Caterer Ch. 03



"Umm...yeah I think I'll just wait downstairs, Amber, ok? Come down when you're ready to go," Britney said, backing out the door slowly, leaving Chantel and myself to deal with the situation.

I grabbed my duffel bag and reached up to start pulling a few clothes out of my closet, wanting to leave before anything escalated. Apparently, when I reached up for my clothes, my hair slid away from my neck and my wrist appeared at eye level.

"Jesus Amber, what is going on," Chantel gasped as she pulled my hand over to look examine it. "And your neck? And HER neck, for that matter?"

"It just happened. I don't know how, but it did. Neither of us have done anything like this before, but it's what we both want and need in our lives right now." She was my roommate and my friend, after all. I thought it best to be honest.

I was surprised that she wasn't upset by my answer, even though she was showing great concern over the extent of my minor injuries. "And you're both happy?" she asked, finally releasing my arm to let me pack.

"Yes, we are," I answered firmly.

"Well...I guess if you're happy, then I'm happy for you. And with Britney Spears! My friends will never believe this! Now, will you just tell me where you're going?"

"I'm going out to San Francisco with her until Tuesday. I'm taking my cell if you want to call me while I'm out there. I'll bring you back a souvenir." I smiled as I packed the Louisiana State sweatshirt I had inherited from Britney as my own "souvenir."

"Ok, yeah, I'll give you a holler sometime, and hopefully I want be interrupting anything."

I laughed. "Brit has a concert Monday night. I'll be at the venue, but I won't be busy with anything. Give me a call then."

"Alright cool, I will. See you next week!" she said as I finished packing and headed out the door to meet Britney in the limo that was now waiting to take us to the airport.

The chauffeur opened the door for me and I tossed my bag in, climbing in after it. "Damn, now this is the way to travel!" I said as I sat down next to Britney.

"You like it huh? Wait 'til you see the jet. I wasn't going to call for a limo, but I thought you might think it was fun. Besides, it has plenty of room...so are you ready to hit the road or what?"

"Hell yeah, I need out of this damn town!"

We weren't but three blocks down the road before she had rolled up the privacy screen at the front of the limousine, pushed me back on the lengthy seat, and had planted herself on top of me, pulling me willingly into a heavy makeout session that lasted the half hour drive to the airport.

I stopped her when she reached for my pants. "Hey now, we're almost there, I don't want to start anything we can't finish. Let's wait until we get to San Fran. Anticipation only makes it better."

She groaned in frustration but agreed, climbing off me just as the limo rolled to a stop on the airport tarmac. Front door service to a private jet. Dayum. 
Once we boarded, I was amazed at how luxurious a private jet could be. United Airlines didn't have anything on Britney Spears's jet! The main cabin was split into a dining room and television room, and in the rear, I could see a bedroom. 

I set my bag in the bedroom before joining Britney in front of the television as she channel surfed to MTV. "You have cable on an airplane?" I asked incredulously.

"Money can buy you almost everything," she said as she put the remote control down, "but it can't buy you happiness."

She slid into my lap again, determined to pick up where we had left off in the limousine, but I didn't let it go beyond kissing. Knowing how crazy for release we both would be that night gave me all the willpower I needed to take enough breaks to keep each other cool.

Three hours later we arrived in San Francisco, and were again picked up on the tarmac in a limousine and whisked off to the concert venue so Britney could start getting set up in her dressing room.

I left her to do what she needed and went off wandering around the arena after she tossed me an all-access backstage pass. The hallway I was in came to a dead end at the security office. As I turned to go back, the office door opened.

I was a bit surprised that the venue had a female working security, just because concerts tend to need strong security, but it was not concert night after all. She stopped me before I could go further. "Excuse me, but this is a restricted area, I'll escort you to the exit," she said as she took my elbow, pulling me back down the hallway.
 "Wait! I have a pass!" I said, turning the badge around on its neck strap so she could see it. She took it from me and examined it closely, then looked me over, examined the pass again, and dropped it back around my neck.

"Where did you get that?" She asked curtly.

"Uh...Britney Spears gave it to me..."

"Is that so? Hmm. Alright," she said, finally releasing her grip on my arm and walking away. 
I rubbed my elbow, cursing the rude bitch silently as I resumed my personal tour to the front of the arena where I found a flyer, flipping through it to see what was going on in the city over the weekend. I must have lost track of time. When I checked my watch, it had been half an hour since I'd left the dressing room.

I rushed back, not wanting to keep her waiting if she wanted to get out of there. I stopped at her door, raising my hand to knock politely, but stopped short when I heard one of Britney's moans that I had grown to worship.

I smiled. The past three hours of our travel had been intensely arousing, and she was apparently giving into her cravings. I hesitated a moment, appreciating the picture my mind was conjuring up. Although the thought of Britney on the other side of the door pleasuring herself was inviting, I had told her she must wait until tonight at the hotel.

"She's going to get a spanking for this," I thought, reaching for the doorknob, opening the door slowly.

But that bubble burst as Britney's eyes snapped open when she heard the door.

"What the fuck?!"



Britney's Caterer Ch. 04



Let us take a bit of a time warp back into Chapter 3 and see just what went on after Amber left Britney alone in her dressing room. 

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As Amber shut the door to the dressing room, Britney collapsed onto the sofa that she had specially requested. She had promised Amber that she would behave until they were checked into their hotel that evening, but she felt like she would explode if she didn't release some tension. She knew that one self-induced orgasm would not come close to inhibiting her desires later that evening, and she was going to take full advantage of that.

Britney stretched out on the sofa and reached down to unbutton her pants, intent on relieving that tension, but before she could go further, there was a knock on the door.

"Damnit. Who is it?" she asked, annoyed that someone had to interrupt her.

"Agent Lopez – I'm with the security team," said a female voice from opposite the door.

Britney cursed again, not wanting to deal with security measures at the moment. Nevertheless, she answered the door.

"Bella!" Britney exclaimed, surprised.

"Who's the new whore with the VIP pass? Oh, how quaint, you two even have matching hickeys," said Bella accusingly. You wouldn't have thought it looking at Bella the first time, with her petite figure and soft, dark Hispanic eyes, but the girl could dish out the verbal abuse.

"Well hello to you, too. What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Dallas!"

"I was transferred. But I asked you, who's the slut with the pass? She said you gave it to her." Bella was staring Britney down, attempting to intimidate her.

Britney, however, returned the cold stare. "That's Amber, and she's my girlfriend, not a slut."

"Oh, yes I suppose you're right. You're the one with a girl in apparently every town. That would make YOU the slut now, wouldn't it?" By now, Bella had stepped into Britney's dressing room, shutting the door behind her.

"You're just jealous it's her and not you anymore." Britney could feel her face hot with more than just anger.

"Of course I'm jealous, despite you running out in the middle of the night like a coward. I should have expected it."

The words had barely escaped her lips when Britney grabbed her by the collar, dragging her further back into the room where she slapped Bella across the face. They both smiled.

"You bitch. Damn, I missed you," Bella said, kissing Britney hard on the mouth.

"So did I. Now shut the hell up," Britney said as she pushed Bella to her knees.

"What are you doing?" She waited for the unnecessary answer as Britney stripped off her jeans and thong.

"I'm making you apologize for calling me a slut."

"What's with the fresh waxing? Got a hot date tonight?" Bella asked, gliding her fingers over her nearly completely bare skin.

Indeed, Britney had gone to a salon that morning for a Brazilian wax while Amber was picking up breakfast. It was for Amber, a novelty gift, but a fun one, and was meant to be a surprise for their last time together for a few days.

"Yes, I do, not that it's any of your business. Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

Britney knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help herself; she needed release and she needed it badly. All hesitation out of her mind, she threw her leg over Bella's shoulder, pushing her head between her legs.

Bella responded instantly. It had been months since she had been with Britney, but she would never forget how to do her right, and teasing was always a sure bet. She kissed Britney's clit gently, fluttering her tongue over it. 
Sure enough, Britney was moaning within minutes, but she wasn't giving it up. She may have been weak enough to go this far, but she was determined to not let herself come with anyone but Amber.

Just when her determination was about to falter, she heard the doorknob squeak, and the door wasn't locked! She snapped her eyes open, staring at the figure in the doorway.

"What the fuck?! Britney?" I stood in the open doorway, gasping at what I saw before running out, slamming the door behind me.

"Amber! This isn't what it looks...it's not...Amber, wait!" Britney pushed Bella away, pulling her jeans on as she ran out to catch me. She didn't have to run far, though. I was sitting along the wall outside her door, dazed, but not crying.

Britney sat down facing me, but I didn't look at her. I was too angry and confused.

"Amber, let me explain, please."

"You want to explain why I caught you with that bitch's face in your cunt, and it's not like she was raping you, I wasn't born yesterday!"

"Yes, I want to try to explain. Bella and I were...friends, a long long time ago. But we're not anymore. In fact we were just arguing before you came in!"

"It didn't look like arguing." I was resigned myself to looking up, but my eyes were cold, despite the fact that she was on the verge of tears.

"I don't know why I did that, I wasn't thinking. I didn't want to, but she was there, and we have history together, and I was so worked up after the flight here..."

I interrupted her. "So you're blaming it on me?"

"Damnit! No! That's not what I'm doing! I'm just trying to explain myself! It didn't mean anything, it wasn't emotional, it was hormonal. I wanted to get off but you weren't here and Bella interrupted me when I was going to take care if it by myself..." She reached out and took my hand. "Amber, I'm so sorry."

I wanted so badly to jerk my hand away from hers, but I couldn't. "But you told me you had never been with a woman. Why did you lie to me? I didn't lie to you about that."

"I know, and I'm sorry. But what I had experienced in the past wasn't real to me, it wasn't personal, and I was only 17. It wasn't like how I feel when I'm with you." She squeezed my hand and I managed to smile.

"Fine. But don't ever lie to me again."

"I won't, baby, I promise," she said sincerely as she pulled me into a warm hug.

I leaned close to whisper, "You are going to pay for this though," as I nipped her earlobe.

"Awww, did we kiss and make up?" We turned and saw Bella stepping out of the dressing room.

You could feel the tension between us. "Who's the bitch?" I asked of Bella, not really specifying whom I was asking about Bella. Bella spoke up first.

"That's funny, I asked the same thing about you. Don't worry about it, she obviously wants to be with you."

"You're right, I won't worry about it. But I don't think I'll be leaving her by herself in this arena again. You seem to be the problem, not Brit." I pulled Britney closer to my side, wanting to emphasize my point. "Now, aren't you supposed to be working?" 
As Bella walked back to her office, Britney kissed my cheek. "Amber, I'm truly sorry. I promise that will never happen again. You just had me so turned on that I couldn't help myself. I'm not making excuses, I'm just trying to..."

I put my finger up to her lips to stop her. "Shh. I forgive you. It was not polite of me to leave you so worked up, and because seeing you from that point of view was incredibly hot. But you still have to pay for it."

Unfortunately, we had to stick around the arena most of the afternoon and into the evening. The dancers' flight arrived two hours late, which thankfully allowed us to have dinner before they did a complete run-through of the concert.

I wasn't annoyed, though. Since it was just rehearsals, the entire arena was empty, save for the crew. I took a seat a few rows back from the front and got to watch a very personalized version of the concert.

I had only seen her show in part, and that was just from the sidelines. At the time, she had been performing for thousands of giddy little girls. Tonight she seemed to be performing just for me. I wondered if the other shows were as steamy as she was making mine. Every moan, every gyration seemed to be directed straight at me. And I loved every minute of it.

Once the rehearsal was over, she hopped off the stage and sat down on my knee. "Well babe? Ready to get out of here?" she asked.

"You know I am," I answered, pinching her ass playfully when we stood up to leave.

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Finally, we got to our hotel room. Despite the high-class way we had been traveling, it was still tiring; it felt good to secluded from the craziness of the outside world.

Britney was equally worn-out from the travel combined with the intense workout on stage, and collapsed on the bed immediately.

I enjoyed the site for a moment, Britney lying sprawled out on our huge king-size bed, eyes closed, still wearing the dark blue sports bra and matching track pants she had worn for the rehearsal. Her body was a stark contrast to the pure white of the bedspread.

I walked over to her quietly so she wouldn't notice me immediately, and bent down to kiss her navel. She giggled and squirmed a little, expecting me to move lower, but I didn't. Instead, I got up on the bed with her, straddling her hips on my knees.

Britney looked up at me and gave me a fake pout. "You've been taunting me all day."

I tilted my head and looked at her innocently. "Me? Now why would I do a thing like that?"

"Because you know I love it." 
She was right. She loved it every time I turned down her advances. It only made her try harder. I have to admit, I was fond of it myself.

"You're right," I said, "but you were a bad girl today, Britney. I told you that you'd have to pay for it." 
Her eyes lit up when she heard the tone of my voice. "Yes, I was very bad. How will I pay for it?"

"You'll see," was the only answer I gave her. I leaned down and kissed her gently, taking turns playing with each other's tongue. Both of us were still incredibly aroused from the morning, and I could feel the urgency in her kiss.

I slid off her to kneel on the floor at her feet, reaching up to pull her pants off. I smiled. "Commando?" I asked.

"I always am if I'm on stage." 
That thought would taunt me every time I saw her performing. I knew it would be torturous if to see her on television and not get my hands on her in the upcoming week.

She sat up when I got her pants completely off. "You like?" she asked, referring to the fresh Brazilian waxing.

She must have caught me staring. "Yeah...this is new..." I said a bit breathlessly, grazing my fingers over her newly bare skin.

It must have left her incredibly sensitive. I had barely touched her, and nowhere near her clit, but I saw her bite her lower lip hard and tense up.

I had decided her punishment would be to further delay the orgasm I knew she had been aching for all day. It would drive her up the wall, and that's exactly what I wanted.

"Don't you dare come. Not until I say so."

Britney nodded and exhaled hard, convincing her body to relax.

"Now, take off your bra." I smiled to myself as I watched her pull it off, freeing her breasts from their tight restraint. "Good girl. You wanted so badly to take care of things yourself this afternoon, I think I'll let you go right ahead and do that."

She looked at me a bit curiously. "You want me to masturbate in front of you?"

"Mhmm." I moved off my knees and sat down comfortably, pulling at her ankles gently to open her legs. "What are you waiting for? I know you want to do it. You're not shy, are you?"

She shook her head no, but she was blushing and she'd closed her eyes. She was still so innocent in some ways, and at the same time so intensely erotic.

I saw her hand move slightly, but she stopped. This wasn't something I thought she would have reservations about, and I was a bit surprised.

I could see her fighting her own thoughts, and I didn't want her conscience to win the battle against her sexual energy. I reached up and took her hand in mine, kissing her fingers gently before guiding them between her legs. I didn't direct her beyond that point, but I felt her fingers move under mine the moment she touched herself.

I took my own hand away and kissed her thigh, and I saw her smile as she relaxed. I sat back to watch, running my fingers up and down her calves.

She quickly lost herself in what she was doing. She leaned back slightly, supporting herself with her free hand. The fingers of her other hand were gliding back and forth over her clit, which I could see peeking out from behind her hand now and then.

It was surreal watching Brit, but not so much from a sexual standpoint as a sensual one. The fact that she was comfortable enough with me to share this, the fact that I could see what she wanted and what she liked. It felt more intimate than the countless times we'd been together in the past week.

I noticed she wasn't being timid about what she was doing, either. She badly wanted to get off, and she was about to succeed. She had been breathing heavily from the moment she had started, but her breathing had turned into moaning and her pace had considerably quickened. I waited until I saw her hips buck the first time before I grabbed her hand, pulling it away.

"Nooo! What are you doing!"

"I told you, not until I say so." I smiled up at her, seeing the intense frustration and passion behind her eyes.

She groaned and fell back on the bed, pouting a bit overdramatically. "Why are you doing this to me?"

I stood up so I could look at her. "Baby I told you that you would have to pay for what happened. You don't think you can just get away with cheating on me like that, do you?"

"No, I don't think that, but I said I'm sorry! Please, Amber, I need to come." 
God her voice was sexy when she was begging in desperation.

I laid down next to her, kissing her before she could beg again. Her lips were almost too hot to kiss, I knew she was incredibly aroused.

I had almost lost myself in a kiss when I felt her arm brush past mine. I opened my eyes to catch her reaching between her legs again. I pulled her hand away again, holding it at her side firmly.

"Britney, I said not until I say so."

She nodded and kissed me again. I could feel her squirming next to me in anguish, yearning for any form of stimulation she could find. 
The thoughts of what I had seen moments ago were flooding my mind, and I was getting more turned on by the minute as well. I had to give in.

I let go of her hand and set my own between her legs, tapping a finger on her clit quickly. 
Britney pulled back from our kiss, moaning loudly at the sudden pleasure. I kissed her neck lightly, feeling her pulse racing just below her skin. I had committed to memory what she had been doing to herself and immediately began recreating it.

My fingers slid down, teasing her opening, just enough to get them wet, and she was definitely wet, before moving them back up to play with her clit. I pressed and pulled on it like I had watched her do, teasing it and tapping it. It was driving her mad having someone else doing what only she had known how to do for so many years.

I stopped to take her hand, bringing it back down with mine so we could both play. I dropped hers off at her clit and moved my hand down further, slipping my fingertips into her slowly.

She groaned and tried to push onto my hand, but I pulled it back at the same time, teasing her with them. I heard the faintest whisper mixed in between her breath and moans.

"Please..."

I waited a moment, just long enough so would think I wasn't going to give it to her. As soon as I saw a flash of frustration move through her face, I slid my index and middle fingers into her. I felt her pussy contract on them instantly, but I didn't move them until she relaxed again, still wanting to hold her off.

Satisfied with the position I had her in, I slid down slightly so I could flick my tongue out onto her dark pink nipple. I saw her free hand reach up and grab one of the posts of the headboard, desperately trying to hold onto something.

I let her hips guide my fingers, working them inside her at her own pace, but I only put them in far enough to find her G-spot. She was so exceedingly turned on that it would be easy to give her an orgasm with it. I knew I'd found it when I heard her stop breathing for nearly a minute.

My tongue flicked her nipple again before closing my lips around to suck on it gently. Finally, she started breathing again, but not until I'd taken my fingers off her G-spot. I let her catch her breath so I could start massaging it.

Britney was riding whatever was touching her, my hand as well as her own. She was mad with lust and eroticism and I could hear her breath catching in her throat every time I would press hard on her spot.

I took my mouth off her nipple to sit up slightly, watching her in such a state of ecstasy. I had to give it to her.

Pushing her hand away from her clit, I slid down between her legs in one quick move, keeping my fingers massaging her spot. I touched my tongue to her clit gently once, testing her sensitivity, and she was definitely sensitive.

I bathed her clit with my tongue, massaging her G-spot in hard, tight circles.

"I want you to come Britney. Come for me now." 
I'd barely had time to get my tongue back on her when she nearly screamed loud enough for the entire hotel to hear. Her entire body rocked and shuddered, her back arching as it hit her.

She clamped hard around my fingers, but I kept wiggling them inside her. My entire hand was wet instantly; she was having an incredible G-spot orgasm, and her body was definitely showing the signs of it.

It took longer than ever for her body to start relaxing, and her moans were just as loud after it as before, but they were growing less frequent.

I sat up, leaving my fingers inside her, moving them slightly. She was completely covered in sweat, and I'd never seen her face flushed so red in my life. Her lips had turned a gorgeous deep crimson as well, but that was a common side effect I had noticed.

It was at least five minutes until she opened her eyes.

"Holy shit...Amber...what was that? Oh my God..."

I smiled at her, finally pulling my hand away. "What was what?"

"That...that felt incredible. What were you doing, I've never felt like that before. I could feel it everywhere in my body. It was like...electricity!"

I bent down and kissed her gently. "You mean to tell me that none of your playmates ever showed you your G-spot?" 
She shook her head 'no.' "No wonder everyone always talks about how great it is. Damn...I gotta remember that, but somehow I don't think I'll forget it."

I left her alone for a moment while I went to wash my hands as she had really made quite the mess out of them. Not that I was complaining, mind you. 

When I returned, I made sure to have a stern look on my face, as well as a towel for her to wipe her body down. I wasn't about to slide into bed with someone who looked like they just stepped out of the gym.

"Now we're even, Brit. Unless you want to be tortured like that again, keep your paws off other women. Do we have an understanding?"

She nodded and laughed as she dried off her face and passed the towel over her chest and stomach, finishing by slipping it between her legs briefly. "I understand. I won't ever do that again. But if this is what I get, I might consider it just for my punishment! What the hell, I've never ended up wet like this before."

"Welcome to the world of G-spot orgasms, baby. And just remember to behave yourself from now on, ok?"

I slapped the side of her ass as a warning, making her squeal. I thought to myself.

I pulled off my own clothes, happy to be free of them, as the whole situation had warmed me up a great deal as well. This night was about her, though, and that was enough for me.

I tugged at the covers until she moved to let me pull them down, both of us crawling underneath. I smiled when she crawled on top of me and laid down on me, propping her head up with her hands on my chest.

"I love you," she said.

I slid my fingers back through her hair affectionately. "I love you, too, Britney."




Britney's Caterer Ch. 04



She smiled and put her head down on my chest, absentmindedly playing with my nipple. "Amber?"

"Hmm?"

"I really am sorry about what happened today."

"It's ok honey, I understand."

I felt her take a deep breath and sigh, obviously relieved.

"Brit?"

"Yeah babe?"

"I'm just thinking about you and Bella. What exactly is your history?" I felt her eyelashes flutter against my skin as she blinked rapidly, always a sure sign she was thinking hard. 

"We met when I was 17. She was a groupie. She kept showing up backstage at all my shows. One day I decided she deserved more than meeting the backup dancers so I invited her and some other fans back to say hello and sign some photos. I'm not really sure how it happened, but we had a fling for a couple days, "experimenting" with each other, and then I had to leave, and that was it. I didn't see or talk to her after that."

"Hmm, ok. You saw her today though. Did you like being with her that way again? You can be honest, I won't get mad." I patted her head reassuringly.

"Well...it felt good." 
I thought a moment. "I'm sure it did feel good, you definitely seemed to be enjoying yourself. And...even though I was upset by it, it kinda turned me on to see you with somebody else. I was just thinking..." 
She must have caught onto my intentions. She lifted her head up and asked, "What's on your mind?"

"I was thinking that maybe...we could do our own experimentation sometime. Maybe you could see Bella again before we have to leave. I don't think she would say no. I wouldn't mind that if I was there. And she's definitely beautiful. I gotta say, I do have a soft spot for gorgeous Latina women." I waited for a response. It came promptly.

"And what's that supposed to mean!"

I smiled at her and bumped her chin with my hand playfully. "I said, I have a soft spot for Latinas. Second only to pop superstars."

She grinned and lay back down. "Well ok, as long as pop superstars come first, then it's ok."

"So...about Bella?" I prodded, curious as to what she thought of the idea.

"I've never thought about trying something like that. It could be fun. Yeah...yeah, I think it would be fun to try, especially with you. And you're here until Monday, we have plenty of time."

I smoothed her hair back, feeling myself succumbing to the jetlag as I fought to keep my eyelids open. "We can talk about it more tomorrow. Let's go to sleep."
 She must have been just as tired as me. "Mhmm...goodnight."

"Goodnight babe."

To be continued...