The treatment center could help. She was sure of that. After all, they provided that great TV relaxation service; she recalled how peacefully she had slept after watching the TV last night. Not like all those other nights when I had to masturbate myself to sleep, she thought to herself, suddenly remembered that that had been her usual way of getting to sleep before she had moved here.

Is that really what I did? she wondered, somehow uncertain of her recollection. She knew what she needed: a few more minutes with that relaxation channel. That would calm her right down. She tossed her shirt over her shoulder and headed back to the recliner chair, her search for the double-A batteries forgotten. She simply pressed the POWER button on the front of the TV and sank back into the chair as the pattern swirled into view.

Over the next two hours, Britney "remembered" all kinds of things as she slowly peeled off her shorts and continued playing with herself. As the video came to an end, Britney found herself remembering, amongst other things the "special" relationship she and Melissa Joan Hart had started the summer before last.

As the video came to an end, Britney found herself remembering, amongst other things the "special" relationship she and Melissa Joan Hart had started the summer before last.

Britney smiled to herself, still unable to believe that their friends, famililes, or the papparazzi hadn't found out about what had happened that year. Yes indeed, it had been quite a summer. Still naked and masturbating, Britney had a flashback to the day it had all begun backstage at Melissa's TV show.

She vividly recalled her appearance on Sabrina the Teenage Witch before the show had moved to the WB network. She recalled Melissa taking her out the night after they had finished filming her scene. Britney remembered Melissa trying to get her to try some tequila. For some reason, an image of herself turning the drink down before asking her bodyguards to take her home flickered momentarily in her memory before it was replaced by her recollection of the two of them sharing the whole bottle.

The next image was of her and Melissa back at Melissa's apartment, furiously licking eachother's cunts, while moaning loudly and drunkenly. She found herself saying the words again, "Oh, God Melissa! You're so hot. Your pussy is so pretty!" She realized she was coming.

As her orgasm subsided, she found herself wishing that she had a picture of Melissa, or at least a love letter. Silly girl, she thought to herself, we can't have any evidence of the relationship. Otherwise someone would find out.

Wishing Melissa were there, Britney decided to pull herself together. She was thinking about sex way too much.

"Gotta keep it together," Britney mumbled to herself as she got out of the chair. "Gotta think about something else... anything else..."

Trying to get her mind onto a non-sex topic, Britney looked around the hallway as she walked through the mansion. There was a picture of her holding her first big selling CD on the wall. That reminded her of her sudden rise to fame. "That's a good memory to start on," she said to herself as the flashback started and then suddenly ended because Britney remember that that particular memory tied into a fantasy she had. "No sexy thoughts," she repremanded herself, but she knew that if another sexy thought took hold she'd be unable to restrain herself.

Now Britney was in her bedroom. Looking around she saw a pink scarf hanging in the closet. "Why," she said, "That scarf reminds me of... the time that Melissa and I were almost caught!"

She looked back into her bedroom, almost expecting to see Melissa on her bed, just as she had been that day. She could just picture it... Both of them were drunk again. They had stumbled back to Melissa's hotel room and were sloppily making out on the bed when the Sabrina star had mentioned a particular fantasy of hers. Soon, Britney was fastening Melissa's right hand to the bedpost with a scarf and admiring her handiwork. Her friend was now tied to the four bedposts with four scarves (one pink, one red, one chartreuse and one turquoise), begging for Britney to eat her pussy -- something with which she was only too happy to oblige.

But after bringing Melissa to orgasm the first time, Britney had found her desires were hardly sated. Instead of letting Melissa tie her up, she had sat on her face, screaming, "Eat me! Eat me!"

After Britney came from Melissa working her tongue up into her cunt, she decided to force Melissa to swallow the contents of bottle after bottle from the mini bar. Somehow, the idea of Melissa drunk and powerless was turning her on more and more.

The she remembered extracting a vibrator from her purse. Damn these memory lapses, Britney thought, I forgot I always keep a couple of those in my purse. Back to her vivid recollection, she recalled turning it up to maximum and inserting it into Melissa's cunt while she parted her legs over Melissa's face and commanded her friend to eat her out.

It was then that there had been a knock at the door. Furiously, Britney began untying her friend but stopped as she heard a key turning in the lock. She removed the vibrator and tossed it under the bed. "Quick," Melissa had said, "You have to hide!"

"What are you going to do?" Britney asked.

"I'll handle this, you hide!" she replied, stuffing Britney's clothes under the bed.

Britney had figured it out as Melissa pulled the blankets over her. Melissa was going to pretend to be asleep when the person came in. So Britney had to hide! But where could a naked starlet hide in a hotel room? Quickly, Britney made a run for the bathroom!

Britney found herself immediately wishing that she had had the presence of mind to bring her clothes into the washroom with her. She could picture them, lying on the floor of Melissa's hotel room, those bleached blue jean cutoffs, her g-string, her tank top... She put her ear to the door to listen to what was being said in the other room.

"No. I'm noh drunk," Melissa slurred helplessly to the intruder.

"Of course you are. I can smell you from here. And... Mel, you're wearing someone else's clothes."

"Nnnooo. Thezhe r miiine," Melissa said.

"Okay then. Whose are those then?"

"Mine, too."

"Oh I see, you've been... Mel! You are so bad!"

"So which is it Mel? Were you masturbating or was there someone in here?"

There was a pause. Britney heard a familiar buzzing noise. "You're sick Mel, lay off the booze," the voice said and Britney heard the door closing.

"You can come out now," Melissa said.

"And now, itsh your turn!"

"And now," Melissa cooed, "Itsh your turn! Go lay down onda bed!"

Britney eagerly complied, laying down on the bed.

"Now closea your eyesh!" Melissa said.

Britney closed her eyes.

"Here I come!" Melissa said as she layed down on the bed beside Britney.

Britney waited for the passion to begin... she waited... and waited... and waited... but nothing happened. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at Melissa.

She was asleep.

Content for now, Britney curled up next to her friend and fell fast asleep.

Yes, what a nice memory for Britney. Unfortunately she wasn't sure if it was real. Britney also had a memory of that same evening, but in this version she had gone to Melissa's hotel room to teach her some dance moves. Nothing sexual had happened. After the dance lesson, Britney had returned to her own hotel and gone to bed. So why were there two versions of the same evening in her memories?

"I'm going to get some answers," Britney declared as she picked up the phone.

Britney calls Melissa. She'll invite her up the mansion for the weekend and find out for herself what the truth is.

Melissa Joan Hart couldn't imagine why Britney Spears was calling her. Had this girl suddenly developed some sense of loyalty? Was she going to pay Melissa back for giving her her first acting role? Melissa found herself hoping a little too hard. She had just received news that her latest film project would be heading straight to video, along with everything else she had done, except for Drive Me Crazy.

"Hi Brit," Melissa said, doing her best to sound chipper.

"Melissa?" Britney said breathily.

"Yes."

"I... um... uh... I... ah, want to invite you to my house for the weekend."

Well, this is weird, Melissa thought, stubbing out her cigarette. "You mean this new place you bought in Toronto?" she asked. The story of the emancipation and move had been all over the LA papers.

Melissa decided to scratch her plans for the weekend. Britney Spears never invited anyone to do anything. This could be a great business opportunity, or something. Certainly it was not an opportunity to pass up.

"Actually," Melissa lied, "I have some business to do in Toronto tomorrow. I'll be staying at the Shjeraton. Just call me there and we can get together." She wasn't going to actually stay with that self-centred little bitch.

Britney got off the phone. God! Melissa's voice is so sexy, she thought. And she'll be here tomorrow! I've got to get ready!

Melissa packed some clothes for the weekend. Nothing special, just some basic outfits. She had no idea why Britney had suddenly invited her to Toronto, but she must have a reason. Hopefully, whatever it was, it could boost her career. She had a room at the Sheraton ready so that if things turned uncomfortable with Britney she could escape back to the hotel. With her clothes packed, she headed for the airport. First class awaits...

Meanwhile, Britney was back to swimming in the pool. It seemed to be the only thing that dissipated the sexual heat she had been feeling all day. The cool water rushing by her naked form managed to provide her with the right combination of stimulation and calming influence on her overheated loins and swollen breasts.

It was the early evening now and she had managed to while away most of the day alternating between watching TV, swimming and masturbating. She had hoped to have a bit more of a productive time, maybe working on some new dance moves but her heightened state of arousal or her "addiction" as she now thought of it had prevented that.

Britney found herself wondering how long she had been suffering from this sex addiction. It couldn't have been that long, otherwise how could she have applied herself to learning all of those dance moves and taking those long concert tours and promotional junkets. I guess it's just one of those things that creep up on you, she thought.

As she turned to commence her next length of the pool, she noticed that Carter had returned home and was watching her with a look of considerable admiration. Or is that lust? she thought.

"How was your day?" Carter asked as Britney emerged from the pool and stood infront of him, naked and dripping.

"It was okay."

"Really? Tell me what you did."

"Well, for a start, I invited Melissa Joan Hart to come for a visit; she and I really need to catch up."

Carter smiled a thin, nervous smile but didn't say anything.

"Carter," Britney began, "how long have I had this sex addiction?"

Carter's face relaxed. "It's been building up for the past year. It's a shame your mother couldn't understand the gravity of it and get you some treatment."

"It sure is," Britney said, her hand already moving rhythmically on her crotch.

"I must say Britney, I hadn't expected you to have a guest so soon," Carter said. "We're going to have to make some preparations to get the house ready for Melissa."

"So why don't you watch some TV," Carter had said "I need to figure a few things out."

That was over an hour ago and Britney had heard no sound from him. She had been watching TRL, hoping to see one of her videos reach #1 again. She was still wrapped in the towel, knowing that eventually she'd wind up in the shower and then bed, so why bother with clothes?

Every so often her hands would stray to her chest or crotch, but then she'd pull away. Britney didn't want to be at the mercy of her addiction.

Suddenly Britney's TV watching was interrupted by the blast of a diesl horn. She ran to the window and looked outside, finding a large semi-truck. It was pulling up outside and Carter was there to meet it. Strapped to the back of the truck was the hot tub and beside it, an incredible collection of piping. A number of workmen disembarked from other, smaller vehicles which had arrived prior to the larger one.

"Don't we already have a hot tub, Carter?" Britney called down.

"This is a special one -- it has a revolutionary new plumbing and jet system. You won't regret it. I hear Melissa really enjoys hot tubs."

Britney went back to watching TV. But she wasn't really paying very much attention. She found herself imagining herself and Melissa together, naked, in a hot tub... the stuff that could happen. "Snap out of it," she said to herself.

The sounds of construction continued to emmanate from the downstairs as Britney's TV viewing night progressed. It sounded like they were ripping out the whole plumbing system and soon, Carter came upstairs to tell her that she should use the washroom now because the water would be cut off until the small hours.

By 10 o'clock, Britney found herself to be surprisingly tired, considering all the sleep she had been getting. In part, she blamed the subtle flickering the TV seemed to do from time to time; it certainly did leaden the eyelids. No matter, she was proud of herself for keeping her addiction so well under control. She had only masturbated twice that night, and one of the incidents could be excused by the fact that she was broadsided by the surprise airing of a Clarissa Explains It All rerun on the Canadian Family Channel.

By 10:15, she was sleeping soundly in her bed.

The next morning, Britney got up. She pulled the covers off her body, got out of bed, and changed clothes. She tossed the nightie she had been wearing into the dirty clothes bin and put on a T-shirt and jeans, along with the appropriate undergarments. She was proud of herself this morning - she felt fully in control of herself. Perhaps she had beat those sexual urges after all.

Dressed, Britney went out into the kitchen. Carter was already there. He set a plate of toast in front of his client. "Good morning," he said.

"Good morning," Britney replied, "How did the hot tub installation go?"

"It's funny you should mention that," Carter said. "Because it won't be ready until Melissa gets here this afternoon."

"Also, I should explain: the pool contains a rapid UV/ozonation/rapid sand filtration system in a closed loop along with the heating elements," Carter continued.

Britney looked at him, dumbfounded.

"So, as a result, the water won't require any treatment chemicals. Virtually all hot tubs use chlorine or bromine, which leaves the water with that chemical smell. With this one, you can scent or flavour the water whichever way you want in order to create the right fragrance. You can see it comes with a whole bunch of different fragrances," he said as he led Britney over to a set of boxes of translucent bath beads, packed like eggs. He produced a colour code sheet and handed it to her.

"Look at the choices, Brit. You might want to pick out some flavours for when Melissa comes this afternoon. There's licorice, cream soda, sandalwood, orange, jasmine, amarette, frangelico, mocha, strawberry, lily of the valley, lilac, chamomile, port, rose, water lily, even pork. The list just goes on. Check it out."

Britney had a very clear idea about the fragrance she wanted for this afternoon.

Britney browsed the list looking for the perfect scent to add to the hot tub. She wanted everything to be perfect for Melissa's arrival.

"Do you see a scent you like?" Carter asked.

"I think so," Britney replied, laying her eyes on the part of the list labeled 'Orange Grove'

Both had lived in Florida for at least a year. This was sure to evoke those warm summer nights in the orange groves, as twilight crept over the sky.

She blushed at the romantic thoughts she was having. She decided to go and watch some TV. "Well, I'm off to watch TV. Let me know when Melissa gets here."

"The TV's not ready!" Carter exclaimed in a panicked voice.

"What?" Britney said.

"The um... TV... there was an accident while they were changing the wiring for the hot tub," Carter sputtered.

"But the circuit breaker's downstairs, the hot tub's outside and the TV's on the second floor." Britney put her hands on her hips for emphasis. "And what are you doing here, anyway? You're my manager, not my housekeeper."

Carter gulped nervously. "Just give me ten minutes to get the TV plugged back in and reconnected to the satelite system," Carter said as he scurried upstairs, leaving Britney tapping her foot skeptically.

"How could I have guessed she'd pick Orange Grove?" he muttered to himself as her hurried up the stairs.

Britney picked up one of the fragrance balls and began to inspect it.

With Carter running for the TV room, Britney took the chance to take a look at the fragrance balls, particularlly the Orange Grove scent she was interested it. It was a small round ball, colored bright orange, and labeled with a little paper sash that read, in calligraphy, 'Orange Grove'.

Britney decided to test it's good smell with a glass of water. She fills a glass with water and drops the ball into it. It quickly foams up and fills the room with the scent of oranges.

"Fill" was hardly a strong enough word for the way the essence of orange suddenly suffused the air. Britney found she had trouble breathing if she stood too close to the glass. It was as though she was inside an orange, trying to breathe. She felt like she was salivating orange juice, sweating orange rind oil. She quickly turned on the fan but it appeared to make no difference at all.

Suddenly, she could hear Carter's feet pounding down the stairs. He was holding a towel over her face as he ran into the kitchen and flung open the patio door.

Still covering his face, Carter rushed back into the kitchen and grabbed the glass.

He hurled it out into the backyard and then looked expectantly at Britney. In seconds, Britney was feeling very strange.

Carter hurled the glass of orange-scented water out into the backyard, where it shattered with a *crash*. He then turned to Britney, expecting it to begin any moment.

"What is with you?" Britney asked, demanding an explanation.

"Those fragrance beads are super concentrated. They're designed to be used with a hot tub full of water, not a glass."

"So, what's the problem? So the kitchen smells like oranges for a while," Britney replied. She noticed that she was beginning to feel strange.

"The problem is that-" Carter cut himself off before he could say anymore. He just didn't know how to tell Britney the news. The fragrance beads were more than just scented balls. They also contained a mild aphrodisiac which, when added to the hot tub water, would provide a pleasant little temporary thrill to those in the tub. The effect would be minimal when the bead was dilluted with a hot tub full of water. But now that Britney had been exposed to the super concentrated form of the scent (and therefore the aphrodisiac), Britney's life was about to become much more interesting. Beginning in just a few moments she would feel horny for days.

Perhaps for days, perhaps for weeks or months or years. Already, she was showing signs of physical discomfort. Her nipples were beginning to poke through her bra and dent her t-shirt and she was shifting her weight from one foot to the other, rubbing her thighs together. A trickle of drool escaped her lips.

Britney's mind filled with images of herself, lying on her back, with Melissa straddling her face, riding her tongue to orgasm after orgasm and her own tongue lashed back and forth across Britney's clitoris. She had never felt more aroused in her life. She began to feel her pussy sweating profusely and opening. She was sure she had just felt a trickle of juice roll down her thigh. Images of her and Melissa locked in an endless kiss while they pumped a two-headed dildo into eachother's cunts, their pierced nipples poking into eachother.

Nearly staggering backwards, Britney knew that she needed to get off right away. So, she pulled down her shorts and, without a thought, began masturbating in the kitchen.

Nearly staggering backwards, Britney knew that she needed to get off right away. So she pulled down her shorts and, without a thought, began masturbating in the kitchen.

"Britney," Carter called out, "Control yourself!"

"Can't... help... it," stammered Britney, "Too... overpowering!"

Britney frantically tore her shirt off and began rubbing her nipples. Combined with the sensations coming from her crotch she was in total pleasure bliss.

Carter picks her up and carries her to the bathtub to get her cooled down.

The cold bath hadn't worked out too well. Britney, in her highly sexual state found the cold water just as arousing as she would have found hot water. She had kept grabbing at his crotch as he put her in and declaiming about how she needed to suck his cock. "Please," she was saying, "I'm so horny." She did look incredibly hot as she worked on herself with both hands in the pool of tepid water.

Carter realized that he wouldn't be able to get Britney under control in time for Melissa's arrival. Changing tactics, he turned the water to a warmer temperature and handed Britney the extendible showerhead. "Play with this," he said, "I'll be back in a minute."

True to his word, Carter was back very soon with a box whose contents he dumped out onto the floor near the bath. Inside was a huge collection of dildos, vibrators and various other sex toys -- items he hadn't planned to introduce Britney to for a few days yet.

Handing her a 10-inch ribbed dildo, he spoke, "Britney, I need you to stay in here for the next few hours. You can do whatever you want, as long as you don't leave this room. And if you get short of ideas, you can look at these." He handed her a stack of pornographic magazines which she ignored as she plunged her new toy into her throbbing cunt.

As he closed the bathroom door behind him, Carter hoped that Britney would remember to stay in the room and hopefully, not make too much noise. He now needed to find a way to administer the stuff in the fragrance balls to Melissa.

When Melissa arrived two hours later, he was prepared.

"Sorry," he was explaining to her, "I have to go and pick up Britney from an appointment. Just relax in the hot tub until we get back."

I come all this way, Melissa thinks, And I get stood up. Tch.

"Sure, I can handle that," Melissa said politely, "I'll just use the bathroom to change clothes."

"No!" Carter cried out, but then composed himself, "I mean, um, you can use the changing room out by the hot tub. It might look like a closet, but it's really a changing room."

"Fine, I'll do that," Melissa said. She wondered how Britney could have possibly hired this flake of a manager.

"One more thing," Carter said on his way out, "There's a box of fragrance beads by the hot tub. Pick a scent you like from the list and drop the bead into the water," Carter told her, "It's quite an... enjoyable experience."

"Thanks," she said as Carter left. After all, he had to at least pretend to go pick Britney up. By the time he returned Melissa will have been exposed to the power of the beads.

Melissa used the closet to change into her bathing suit. She then slipped into the hot tub, enjoying how the soothing water relaxed her acheing, jet-lagged joints. She read over the list of fragrances and finding one she liked, dropped it into the tub.

After dropping the "tropical pineapple" ball into the hot tub, Melissa felt her body relaxing as her nostrils took in the wonderful, subtle scent of the fruit. It was great the way the pool was chlorine-free. She decided she would have to get a contractor in to install one of these ozonation treatment hot tubs in her basement. This was way better than the one she had.

After about fifteen minutes of basking in the wonderful fragrance and the warmth of the pool, Melissa found herself getting... aroused. She was a little embarassed to admit it to herself. She was, after all at the home of someone she didn't know very well. Looking around, she could see no sign of anyone else. She reached gingerly into her bikini bottoms and began to lightly stroke her pussy.

A few minutes later, Melissa had reached inside her bikini top as well, to tweak one of her engorged nipples. When she orgasmed shortly thereafter, she did her best to muffle her cries. I can't believe I just did that, she thought to herself as her body stopped twitching. The worst thing was that she felt like her next orgasm would be a lot more satisfying. She stopped herself as he hand reached back into her shorts. This really wouldn't do -- especially if Britney or Carter came in.

Attempting to distract herself, she tried to think about other things -- what this meeting with Britney was really about, for instance. But instead, she found the smell of pineapple was causing her mind to drift back to sexual ideas -- new ideas about how Britney might look naked, for instance.

She picked up the list of fragrances. That seemed to work. She found herself surprisingly interested in the list of dozens and dozens of types of balls. If only the smell of pineapple weren't so distracting. It was then that Melissa seized on an idea that would keep her busy. She had just realized that there were rum, vanilla, and coconut-scented balls. She'd keep herself busy, get rid of that arousing pineapple smell and do something that would impress Britney when she returned. She would make a hot tub pina colada.

She took out one each of the rum, vanilla and coconut balls. She then felt one of them burst in her hands.

Melissa took out one each of the rum, vanilla and coconut balls. She then felt one of them burst in her hands. She apparently had been squeezing the vanilla ball too tightly; her tight grip had cracked the bead's hard shell and caused the bead's liquid core to seep into her palm. The sweet smell of vanilla wafted up into the air.

Melissa rinses her hand off in the water.

Her hand tingled with a pins and needles sensation as the ball burst. She hurriedly rinsed off her hand while watching the other two balls dissolve into the water. The smell was intoxicating, relaxing and very, very similar to the taste of a pina colada. Melissa decided to celebrate the wonderful-smelling steam she had created by playing with herself a little more. After all, it wouldn't be the end of the world if she were caught masturbating, just a little embarassing.

In fact, thought Melissa, if I were in my hot tub at home, I'd be naked. She peeled off her top and slid down her bottoms, luxuriating in the wonderful smells and feelings of the hot tub. Soon, she was stimulating herself with abandon, her hands under the water as she watched, almost mesmerized as her swollen breasts floated before her eyes. They, like the rest of her skin, were tingling.

She was just about to cum again, when she noticed that her breasts looked a little different.

Suddenly, Melissa noticed that her breasts looked a little different. She scoffed at the idea that somehow the fragrance beads were causing some kind of allergic reaction, but she decided to read the label on the box of beads. After all, better safe than sorry.

"CM Fragrance Beads are made from the latest in scent technologies," she read aloud, "Each bead is based on a milk protein solid infused with the actual essence of various items and locations."

So far, so good, she thought.

"WARNING: Do not mix fragance beads."

"If mixed," the warning continued, "physical side effects will escalate exponentially. Seek medical attention if erectile tissue or milk ducts appear to have expanded by more than 150%."

"DIRECTIONS:," the label continued, "To increase sexual arousal in women, use one ball every four hours in a standard-sized hot tub system."

Infuriated, yet still painfull aroused, Melissa tried to determine if her nipples were more than 150% larger than their normal size as she edged out of the pool, hoping that the synergysic effects of the three additional balls had not started.

[Parts 3a and 3b both continue from this point]