Title: Christina's Revenge
Author: Oric13
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Christina Aguilera/Britney Spears
Keywords: F/F, Fdom, celebrity, blackmail, BDSM, 1st, incest, oral, anal, reluc.
Summary: After having both been nominated for Best Female Singer, Christina eventually 
loses to Britney Spears. When Miss Spears comes by to rub it in, Christina decides to get even 
(and then some) with Britney.

Disclaimer: This story is solely a work of fiction. It's not meant to suggest any knowledge of 
the sexual practices or preferences of anyone depicted in it... Also, don't read this if you're 
underage and/or aren't allowed to by your parents/government/god/sea-monkeys.



Christina's Revenge
by Oric13



Chapter 1 - Bitch Fest 2000
(no sex)


Pop star Christina Aguilera sullenly sipped at her rum-coke; she needed a bit of alcohol to 
drown away this latest humiliation. That bitch Britney bested her again! Snagging another 
award away right from under her nose... and not just any award! But the award for Best 
Female Singer!! The notion that that no-talent little crooner could even be considered in her 
vocal range was ridiculous enough, but to actually hear a panel of judges confirm that crazy 
notion?!

'Un-FUCKING-believable!' Christina said to herself while draining the rest of her glass in 
one long swallow. 'She must have been giving out blowjobs to the whole fuckin' judging 
panel.'

"Another one," she told the bartender, pushing the empty glass to him.

"Awwww, is poor lil Christina drowning her sorrows with booze?" A voice behind her said.

The blonde singer stiffened. That annoying whining voice, with that hint of a Southern accent, 
could only belong to her nemesis Britney Spears. A quick peek over her shoulder confirmed 
her guess.

"Well, if it isn't America's favourite Lolita, Britney Spears. What are you doing here, in a bar 
no less, Britney?" Christina asked as she turned to face the other girl with a fake-sweet smile 
plastered on her lips. "It almost half past ten, kinda late for you to still be up. Shouldn't your 
mommy be tucking you in right about now?"

The big smirk that was all over Britney's face faltered, and the Southern Belle glared angrily 
at her biggest competitor. However, Britney Spears is nothing if not a pro, so she quickly 
recovered. 

With a fake-sweet smile that surpassed Christina's, and a voice that positively dripped of 
honey, she replied, "And shouldn't you be in some bar picking up johns; doing some 
groundwork for when your already plummeting singing career is finally completely down the 
drain?" Britney's eyes widened a little as she finished her sentence, and she looked around 
surprised as if just noticing the surroundings. "Oh wait. You already are!"

Christina's smile turned noticeably colder, and the temperature in the room seemed to go 
down a few notches. "Speaking of turning tricks: did you suck the judges' cocks one at a time 
or was it a sort of group thing, like shown in that short video-flick that's all over the 
Internet?"

Britney's cheeks turned a fiery red and her eyes sparkled angrily. The atmosphere in the bar 
was definitely getting frosty, as things heated up between the two beautiful pop stars.

"You know damn well that isn't me in that video... and what exactly are you implying, 
Christina?"

"Oh... nothing you haven't heard before, sweetie." Christina returned Britney's glare with an 
innocent look. "Just that you sucked off the entire judging panel to win this award." Ignoring 
the look of murder that appeared in Britney's eyes, she continued, "At first I figured that not 
even YOU would sink that low for some measly MTV Award, but then I realized who I was 
dealing with and figured that you'd probably wouldn't change something that has worked so 
well to get your "singing" career started," Christina concluded, using actual air-quotes for the 
word "singing".

Drawing back her arm, Britney prepared to use her newly won award to swipe the annoying 
smirk from that bitch's face... but was interrupted by the bartender who just returned with 
Christina's second rum-coke.

"Whoa! Take it easy there, ladies!" Seeing Britney's irritated look as he interrupted her 
intended remodelling of Christina's face, the bartender nodded his head towards a bunch of 
men who were seated at the other end of the lounge, outside the VIP section.

"You've got an audience."

The two divas followed his look and blanched a little when they recognized the men to be 
reporters.

"Thanks for the heads-up, Fred," Christina said, giving the bartender a grateful look and a 
fifty. "I hadn't noticed that those vultures followed me in here."

"That's because they were probably following ME," Britney haughtily remarked.

Christina rolled her eyes. "Whatever. But since those damn paparazzi are watching us like 
hawks, we better play nice."

Britney nodded in agreement. "Pretending to like you is going to be a challenge for my acting 
skills, but--"

"What acting skills?" Christina interrupted.

After shooting a laser-like glare at her antagonist, Britney continued, "But I don't want to see 
my face plastered all over the tabloids again, so I'll manage if you can."

Christina nodded her assent. "I don't want to see my face in the tabloids either, especially not 
if it's right next to yours."

Folding her arms beneath her ample (surgically improved?) chest, Britney shot Christina 
another glare.

Christina had the grace to look somewhat embarrassed and gave the younger blonde an 
apologetic look. "Sorry! Couldn't help acting on my lower instincts just then."

"You mean like when you perform?"

A grudging smile touched Christina's lips. "Touché."

Britney smirked. "So now that we're even, how about we begin our little performance and act 
like we're best friends."

They both let out a loud, fake laugh and hugged each other.

"Bitch," Christina whispered as she patted the blonde's back.

"Skank!" Britney retorted while tightening the hug to a painful level.

After seeing the two beautiful pop stars give each other a big hug (something many a man 
would pay to see) the bartender watched with growing amusement as the girls smiled and 
waved at the reporters.

Christina then returned to her seat at the bar and Britney sat down beside her. Just to show 
that they were real friends and not just putting on an act, the girls proceeded to engage in 
some very enthusiastic, yet mostly meaningless chatter (as special studio-cloned celebrities 
they were both well-trained in the art of meaningless conversation).

Sitting there, cosily chatting with each other, they managed to act nicely for almost an entire 
fifteen minutes before the squabbling started up again.

"Wow, you're really hitting back those rum-cokes, Christina!" Britney chirpily remarked. "I 
guess you'll have plenty to talk about at your next AA meeting."

"At least I'm old enough to drink, as well as being the only one able to hold her liquor," 
Christina tersely replied.

"Hey! If I want to drink then I can drink all I want!" A suddenly indignant Miss Spears stated.

"Yeah, as long as it has a cute little umbrella in it, or if it says diet-coke on the bottle," 
Christina answered with a condescending smile. 'Hmm, sounds like I just discovered one of 
lil' Britney's sore spots.'

Christina's jibe earned her another laser-like glare from Britney. "You don't know shit, 
Christina. I can hold my liquor at least as well as you."

The "Genie in a bottle" singer just smirked in reply; something that a pissed-off Britney 
considered to be a challenge (which is exactly what it was). Turning to the bartender (who 
was trying to follow the singers' conversation without being too obvious about it) she ordered, 
"Give me the same that Christina is drinking."

The man's eyebrows raised almost an entire inch upon hearing the singer's "request". Not 
very eager to start serving alcohol to someone beneath the legal age limit, he covertly glanced 
at Christina for help... When he saw the singer giving him a small nod and shoving another 
fifty his way, he shrugged and started mixing another rum-coke. 

"Very well, but if anyone asks: I was pouring the drink for Christina."

*****

About ten drinks later, Christina helped an intoxicated Britney off of her barstool. Just as she 
settled the bill, a man rushed into the bar and quickly headed for the two singers. Christina 
recognized the man: Larry Rudolph, Britney's devoted manager.

"Britney! Are you okay? I've been looking for you all over this damn hotel," Larry panted.

"And why shouldn't I be okay?" the Southern singer giggled. "After all, I'm with my good 
friend, Christina." She put her arm around Christina's shoulder to indicate their friendship 
(and to keep from keeling over).

The manager's mouth dropped open as he looked back and forth between his boss and -the by 
her many times cursed adversary- Christina Aguilera, who just stood there and smirked at 
him. "You... your Good Friend Christina?" he repeated, not sure if he heard correctly. Less 
then a week ago, Britney had VERY loudly proclaimed to him how much she hated "that 
bitch" Aguilera, and now they're suddenly bestest buds?! They must be ice-skating in Hell 
today...

Britney giggled again, and nodded.

It was only then that he noticed the odour of alcohol coming from both girls, and got a pretty 
good idea to the cause of Britney's strange behaviour.

"Britney... are you drunk?" he hissed as quietly as possible.

The pop star straightened herself as upright as she could in her current condition and gave her 
manager an indignant look. "And why shouldn't I be drunk? I'm not that innocent, you 
know!"

Larry cringed as the inebriated singer raised her voice and quickly scanned around for any 
reporters. Luckily the hotel staff seemed to have taken care of that and they were mostly alone 
by now. However, he knew from bitter experience that it wouldn't take long before the press 
got a whiff of the situation and start circling around them like vultures around a dying prey. 
So he should handle this newest predicament as quickly and delicately as possible.

"Yes, Britney... I know that "you're not that innocent" but your fans don't, and I prefer to 
keep it that way... and if you were sober, so would you," he added. Damn! He should have 
become a corporate lawyer like his father wanted... then he wouldn't have to deal with shit 
like this.

The manager sighed. "I'll need to speak to the hotel manager to make sure that none of this 
leaks out to the press... but first we need to get you to your room."

"Don't worry about that," Christina said, opening her mouth for the first time since Britney's 
manager arrived. "I'll help Britney to her room and into bed."

Larry issued the suspiciously helpful singer a sceptical look. In her current intoxicated state, 
Britney may think of Christina as her new best friend, but he suspected some ulterior motive 
behind the blonde's sudden friendship with his charge. He wasn't someone who paid a lot of 
attention to the rumour mill, but he did keep out an open ear when it was about Britney's 
competition. And the things he had heard about Miss Aguilera didn't exactly bode well for his 
client. Basically all rumours came down to this: Christina Aguilera could be a real bitch when 
crossed... And Britney had crossed her on more then one occasion.

"I'm not sure if that's such a good idea," he started to say before he was suddenly interrupted 
by Britney.

"I think it's a great idea!" the tipsy pop star said. "Christina can help me to my room, and in 
the meantime you can deal with the hotel staff."

"I really don't think--" he tried again.

"Oh, Larry! Stop worrying so much!" Britney blew off his concerns. Giving him a wave, she 
hooked her arm through Christina's and let the older singer lead her away.

Larry watched them go with a chagrined look, and considered going after them... then he 
shrugged. 

Screw this! If Britney wanted to trust that blonde bitch then she could go ahead. He was 
getting really fed up with running after her and acting like her fucking lapdog.

He gave the girls a final look, before turning around and seeking out the hotel manager. 'At 
least they're smart enough to use the service elevators in order to avoid the press.'


Chapter 2 - Stripped
(F/F)


Larry's hunch proved correct: Christina did have ulterior motives. Though she didn't have an 
actual plan in mind (besides having a little fun) when she started feeding Britney drinks; an 
idea did occur when the superstar started getting really plastered. She considered getting the 
singer all riled up about the paparazzi (a subject, she knew, that could get Britney really 
angry) and then arranging an "accidental" meeting with the press... then all she had to do was 
sit back and enjoy the show as a not-so-innocent, intoxicated Britney made an arse out of 
herself in front of an army of reporters.

However, now that she got her chance, she didn't really want to follow through with that plan 
anymore. One reason for that is she hated those paparazzi every bit as much as Britney did, 
and it went against every fibre of her being to throw someone -anyone- to the nonexistent 
mercy of those scumbags... even if that someone was Britney Spears. 

But that wasn't the whole reason, or even the biggest part of it.

Much as she hated admitting it to herself, the main reason was that the time they shared in the 
bar together had somehow rekindled some of their old friendship from when they were both in 
the Mickey Mouse Club.

And now, as they made their way to Britney's room, Christina couldn't help feel a bit 
protective of the smaller blonde; she looked so damn cute!

"Ohhhhh, I'm feeling a bit sick... I-I might throw up on you," a somewhat pale-faced Britney 
warned as they entered her room.

"Don't worry about it... As long as you don't start singing, I'll be fine," Christina flippantly 
replied.

Despite her nausea, Britney couldn't help laughing at her friend's little jibe. "You're such a 
bitch," she giggled.

"That's me!" Christina good-naturedly responded while looking around Britney's suite. 
"Now, let's get you into the bathroom... before you start blowing chunks all over this 
expensive carpet."

Britney giggled again and allowed her new friend to lead her towards the bathroom.

They just made it inside in time for Britney to rush over to the toilet, throw open the lid and 
empty her stomach into the bowl.

Meanwhile, Christina was acting out her new best-friend role by holding Britney's hair while 
she threw up and murmuring comforting words into the sick girl's ear.

It took almost ten minutes before the singer's stomach was drained and the throwing up 
turned into dry heaves, and another ten minutes before Britney felt good enough to leave her 
position near the toilet bowl.

"Ugh..." Britney groaned, as she slowly stood up. Standing a bit wobbly on her feet, she 
would've tipped over if not for Christina's helping hand.

"Thanks," Britney muttered.

"No problem. That's what friends are for," Christina smiled. "But you look like you're about 
to take another drop again, any moment. So we better get you cleaned up and into your warm, 
comfy bed."

"That sounds nice," the Southerner smiled.

"I figured you would like that," the older singer beamed back. "Now, let's get you out of 
those nasty clothes and into the shower."

"Mmmmm... a shower," Britney mumbled with a dreamy look on her face.

"Yes, a nice, hot shower," Christina told the singer, and slowly began undressing her... Even 
though she didn't want to sacrifice her "esteemed colleague" to the press, she still wouldn't 
mind getting a bit of revenge on Britney... and this situation seemed to hold plenty of 
opportunities to get even with the pop star.

It just so happened that one of the many rumours floating around about Christina Aguilera, is 
that she loves a nice, juicy pussy and a pair of tits as much (if not more) as a long, hard cock. 
And, as opposed to 90% of the other rumours about her, this one was actually true. Christina 
is totally, 100% Bi! And ever since they both became famous, she'd fantasized about making 
it with her former Mousketeer co-star, Britney Spears.

It seems she now had the chance to make that fantasy come true...

With a predatory gleam in her eyes, Christina started tugging at the tight pink top that Britney 
was wearing, eager to see the bounty that lay beneath the pink fabric. In her excited state, it 
proved to be a tad difficult to remove the skin-tight top from Britney's torso, but once the 
younger singer helpfully raised her arms, she finally managed to pull it off.

Having seen the outline of Britney's pert nipples underneath the tight top, Christina already 
knew that the Southerner wasn't wearing a bra. However, the Latino star still wasn't entirely 
prepared for the stunning sight that greeted her, as Britney's perfect breasts were suddenly 
revealed to her in all their splendid glory.

Christina's eyes widened as she stared the most beautiful, round, firm, perky pair of tits that 
she's ever laid eyes on; and then let out a slight gasp as she observed those twin beauties 
bouncing lightly up and down, only inches away from her face. She actually had to summon 
every ounce of self-control she possessed, to keep herself from latching onto one of those 
perfect pink nipples, and never letting go.

Taking a deep, cleansing breath, Christina managed to shake off some of the overwhelming 
feelings of lust that were about to make her loose control. Quickly kneeling down, she 
continued her task of undressing the young pop star -- this time focussing her attentions on 
Britney's white mini-skirt.

With slightly shaking hands she unfastened the waistband, and slowly slid the skirt down... 
'Like unwrapping a present,' she breathlessly considered as more and more of Britney's 
tanned, silk-like skin came into view. 

Seconds later, Britney Spears stood before her, clad only in a pair of knee-high leather boots 
and tiny pink panties. The superstar managed to look both sexy and innocent in this state of 
undress. But then again, Britney always had a particular knack for pulling off the 
innocent/sexy look. It was just another indication how good the young pop star was at it, that 
even in her current drunken condition, she managed to achieve that look.

After taking in this breathtaking sight for almost an entire minute, Christina moved to unzip 
Britney's boots... With her hand already on the zipper, she suddenly changed her mind. 'I just 
have to see how she looks with nothing but those boots on,' the Latino decided.

Before making her move at Britney's panties, she glanced up at the pop star's face. The young 
singer's eyelids were almost closed; a far-away look on her face as she leaned with most of 
her weight on Christina's shoulders, apparently failing to notice the look of pure lust that was 
plainly visible on the Latino's face. In fact, Britney showed not even the slightest objection 
while the older singer undressed and studied her nubile body. 

All kinda naughty ideas popped up in Christina's mind when she detected how out of it 
Britney really was. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as it became clear to her that she could 
pretty much have her way with the beautiful pop star... and Britney, in her current state, 
wouldn't object to most anything she did. She probably wouldn't even remember it the next 
day.

Well, she sure as Hell wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste!

Drawing in her breath, she slowly slid her hands up across the singer's smooth calves towards 
Britney's muscled, well-trained thighs... As her hands reached their first objective, she 
gradually inched them closer to their main target: Britney's pink panties.

Upon reaching her goal, Christina hooked her fingers in the waistline of the panties, and then 
gently drew the flimsy item of clothing down.

Only seconds later, she found herself looking straight at Britney Spears' snatch-- correction: 
Britney's BALD snatch! There wasn't even the slightest hint of hair to be found on the 
megastar's mons.

Christina studied Britney's bald cunt with an expert eye. 'This was no shaving job,' she 
finally concluded. 'Little Miss Spears obviously had an electrolysis treatment to get her slit 
this smooth.'

Licking her suddenly dry lips, Christina sat a bit back to fully take in the naked beauty before 
her.

What a sight! Britney -Fucking- Spears naked, except for a pair of knee-high leather boots. 
And those boots only helped to accentuate the singer's nakedness.

After taking in this tantalizing sight for a minute or so longer, the Latino began to unzip and 
then remove Britney's boots. This proved to be a difficult task since the singer now seemed to 
be in a sorta half-conscious/dreamlike state and thus didn't really cooperate with the removal 
of her footwear. But after a while, Christina managed to coax Britney in lifting her feet, and 
finally succeeded in taking off the boots.

Now her first task of stripping the Southerner totally naked was completed, Christina slowly 
stood up -- putting her hands on Britney's hips to keep her steady (among other reasons) 
while she got back to her feet.

Upright again, she stood face-to-face with Britney and issued the younger singer a big smile. 
"So, now that we got rid of your clothes: let's get you into the shower and cleaned up!"

"Mmmm, 'kay..." the singer sleepily responded. "But aren't you wearing a bit much for a 
shower?"

Christina looked down and checked out her own fully dressed state. 'Hmmm, damned if 
Britney isn't right for a change... apparently she isn't that much out of it.'

"You're absolutely right, sweetie." Christina smiled at the Southerner. "Why don't you take a 
seat, and I'll get naked as well."

After helping Britney get seated on the toilet lid, she started stripping off her clothes...

Initially, the Latino was in kind of a hurry to get naked and into the shower with Britney, until 
she noticed that the younger singer's eyelids were opened a bit more then before...  Aiming a 
concealed look at the blonde's cute face, she detected Britney's brown eyes peeking at her 
from under those long eyelashes, watching closely while she got undressed. With an impish 
smile, Christina slowed down and turned her disrobing into a sensual striptease.

Swaying lightly to some imaginary music, she slowly removed her bra... for a long, teasing 
moment she held the cups in front of her tits... then moved her left arm in front of them while 
using her right hand to swing the bra above her head and throwing it to the other side of the 
room.

Smiling wickedly, she turned her back to Britney and leaned over while keeping her legs 
straight, until her hands could touch the floor. Then she reached back, hooked her thumbs in 
the waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down her long legs...

Remaining bend over, she stepped out of her panties, then slowly straightened herself and 
threw her panties in the same direction as her bra.

Now totally naked, Christina gracefully turned around facing Britney again -- whose face, she 
now noticed, had turned a light shade of red. Offering the Southerner a hand and helping her 
to her feet, she led the singer into the spacious shower cabin.

"Let's get wet," she whispered in the blushing blonde's ear.

*****

If there'd been a mirror in the shower then Christina might have noticed the look of lust on 
Britney's face while she rubbed the liquid soap all over the pop star's naked, nubile body.

The young superstar stood with her arms and legs spread leaning against the wall, like she's 
being searched for hidden weaponry. She seemed almost asleep, but was still very much 
awake, which became apparent when she suddenly said, "Thanks for going through all this 
trouble for me, Christina. You're a real friend."

"Hey, don't mention it, Brit," Christina cheerfully replied, though she felt a tiny pang of guilt 
for taking advantage of the blonde in her current, vulnerable condition. "Glad to be of service! 
Like I said before: that's what friends are for."

'Oh well,' the Latino told herself, mentally shrugging. 'I've always known I'm a bit of a 
bitch.'

Locking her conscience away, Christina moved her hands to where she'd wanted them for the 
last hour: on Britney's perfect breasts. She held her breath as she cupped the teen star's firm 
mounds and gently rubbed the soap in while covertly feeling them up at the same time... 

Christina released the breath she was holding when Britney didn't react in any way while her 
precious tits were being felt up. In fact... maybe she's imagining things, but it seemed like the 
blonde was actually arching her back, offering her ample chest to Christina's roaming hands. 
Feeling more courageous, she started kneading those perfect tits while rubbing her own 
breasts against Britney's back.

'Goddamn! They are real!' Christina thought surprised as she fondled the drunken superstar's 
firm teen titties. 'Well, that's one bet I definitely would've lost.'

"Mmm... Christina? Whaddaya doing?" Britney sleepily inquired.

"Making sure every part of you gets nice and clean," Christina reassured the young blonde.

"Oh? Mmmmm... feels... kinda nice," the drowsy pop star muttered while rubbing her hard 
nipples against her friend's hands.

The Latino grinned. "Glad you're enjoying it, sweetie."

As Christina toyed with Britney's fully erect, pink nipples, she heard a soft, yet audible moan 
coming from the younger singer. An impish smile crossed Christina's lips, and she gave both 
hard little pebbles another quick pinch, bringing forth another, louder moan.

"Mmmmmm... ohhhh... Oh yeah! Play with my boobies... Ohhhhhh!! That feels soooo 
good, Christina!"

Though Christina almost started laughing at Britney's use of the word "boobies", that didn't 
prevent here from granting the singer's request and giving the teenager's perfect twins a 
thorough workout.

"Mmmm, you like that, don't ya Britney?" she whispered into the Southerner's ear. "You like 
me playing with those world-famous, much-admired titties of yours?"

"Ohhhhh... God! Yesssss!!" the younger blonde hissed as Christina pinched her nipples again 
while pulling at the same time.

Sensing that she could get away with just about anything right now, the Latino started taking 
further liberties with Britney's body. While her left hand remained busy with Britney's boobs, 
her right slid down across the superstar's well-trained tummy towards the ultimate prize: 
Britney's virgin cunt.

'Well, self-proclaimed virgin cunt,' Christina corrected herself. 'But I plan on finding out 
soon enough if there's any truth to that claim.'

A satisfied sigh escaped the Latino's lips as her hand finally reached the smooth V between 
Britney's legs. Instantly, almost on their own accord, her fingers began feeling up the 
blonde's mons - rubbing and tickling Britney's wonderful silky slit before sliding a searching 
finger between her swollen lips.

As Christina's finger entered the Southerner's snatch, it quickly encountered proof of the 
younger girl's arousal, as the probing digit was in no time completely covered and dripping 
with Britney's juices.

Christina's smile widened at her discovery. While using her thumb to search out and rub 
Britney's clit, she started sliding her finger in and out of the singer's tight cunt.

Each time Christina moved her finger inside, she pushed in deeper... searching for the 
singer's hymen. 

Even though the Southerner was pretty tight, she didn't encounter anything resembling a 
maidenhead.

Meanwhile, Britney's moans were getting louder and she started calling out further 
encouragements, "Ohhhhh!! Oh! OHHHHHH!!! Mmmmmm... Ohhhh Christina, that feels 
SO nice! Mmmmm... Ohhhhh yeah! Rub my clittie and play with my cunny... Soooo good...  
Ohhh!! Please don't stop!"

"Don't ya worry, Brit," Christina grinned. "I'm not planning on stopping anytime soon... At 
least not until I've made you shoot your hot girl-cum all over my hand." The blonde singer 
followed up her words by inserting another finger into the famous teenager's tight twat.

Britney let out loud moan as narrow entrance was further invaded.

"Oh yeah! That sure as hell is one hot little cunt you have, Britney," Christina huskily 
whispered in the superstar's ear, as she started fucking that tight passage with two fingers at 
once. "But is it REALLY a virgin cunt, or is that just a little white lie you tell the press?"

The Latino singer snickered when she saw the blonde blush at her question. "Well is it?" she 
accentuated her question by flicking the younger girl's clit and pinching one of her erect 
nipples at the same time.

Britney gasped and rushed to answer, "YES!! Yes, it is! I'm still a virgin."

"Hmmm, then what happened to your hymen, little girl?" For emphasis, Christina pushed her 
fingers inside the superstar's slick passage as far as she could get them.

"Lost it horseback riding," the Southerner managed to grunt back.

"Tsk! What a waste," Christina sighed. "Unless, of course, you were "horseback riding" some 
young stud at the time?"

"Nope, just ordinary horseback riding," Britney answered; giggling a little despite the 
embarrassment and arousal she was feeling.

"So you've never let Justin put his cock inside this cute little pussy?" Christina curiously 
inquired.

"Noooooo, never!" Britney moaned, as she started moving up and down Christina's thrusting 
fingers.

"That poor boy." Christina let out another - this time fake - sigh. "What exactly do you do 
when he gets horny?"

"I -Ohhh!- I-I play with... his thing, a-and -Mmmm- let him play with my b-boobies."

Christina giggled and leaned over to nibble on the blonde's earlobe while at the same time 
finger-fucking the young star at an increasingly rapid pace. "That's it, Brit?" she breathed into 
the singer's ear. "You've never even given him a blowjob?"

"O-Once... on his birthday," Britney blushingly confessed.

Christina giggled again. "You naughty thing!"

Her curiosity satisfied for the moment, the older blonde stopped talking and concentrated all 
her effort on making Britney cum like never before.

Meanwhile, the blonde superstar remained silent as well... except for the grunts and groans 
which seemed to come from her very core; and which quickly became louder and more 
frequent as the Latino's nimble fingers brought her closer and closer to a much-needed 
orgasm.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH!! OH!!" Pushing her little butt up and down, Britney 
enthusiastically rode her ex-enemy's hand to her now rapidly impending climax. "OH!! 
OHHHH!!! OHHHHHH!!! OH GAWD!!! I'M GOING TO CUM!!!!"

Christina took that as her cue to add a third finger in the singer's tight twat and using her left 
hand to rub Britney's erect little clittie. "Come for me, Brit!" she enthusiastically called out.

"I'M CUMMMMMINNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!" Britney screeched; startling not only 
Christina but also herself with that VERY loud announcement.

Feeling a bit shocked at first, this was quickly replaced by a mixture of amusement, pride and 
arousal, as Christina watched the young blonde shake and shudder in her arms while 
experiencing what sounded like her biggest orgasm EVER. Gradually decreasing the rapid 
finger-fucking to a gentle rocking motion, she slowly brought the purring pop star down from 
her climax.

Wearing a satisfied smile, Christina leisurely played with the blonde's pussy while watching 
Britney bask in the afterglow of her orgasm... 

*****

After finishing up their shower, Christina turned off the faucets and helped the younger girl 
out of the shower. Since her orgasm seemed to have drained all of the Southerner's energy 
reserves, the Latino had to practically carry the singer from the shower stall.

Having used her time in the shower to consider her next step, Christina took a seat in front of 
the bathroom mirror and pulled Britney on her lap. The blonde slumped down against her 
breasts, but managed to stay seated.

Looking like the proverbial cat-that-swallowed-the-canary, the "Genie in a bottle" singer 
gazed down at the barely awake Britney and let her hands play across the teenager's well-
trained form. Silently studying the blonde's various reactions to her touch, Christina absently 
noted that tweaking the Southerner's stiff nipples brought a low moan from Britney's lips, 
while pinching her clit made her squeak and shudder on her lap.

Licking her lips, Christina cupped the teenbopper's breasts and roughly kneaded the firm 
flesh. While using her fingers to squeeze the firm breasts, she took a stiff pink nipple between 
her thumb and forefinger and gave them a quick pinch. 

To her delight, even this rough treatment of Britney's famous boobs brought forth no further 
response except another, louder moan from the blonde's lips.

Christina studied the naked starlet on her lap with adoring eyes. 'Awww! Poor lil thing must 
be exhausted, looking so out of it and helpless... Great opportunity to have my way with the 
sexy bitch!'

A surge of lust went through the Latino's loins as she stared into the mirror at the erotic 
picture the two of them presented. They could easily be considered the embodiment of most 
men's sexual fantasy: Two young blonde, beautiful teenagers with perfect bodies, on the 
fringes of adulthood, and both totally naked. And it must be the ultimate wet dream if one of 
these girls happens to be Britney Spears who's getting felt up while sitting naked with her 
legs splayed wide apart on the lap of her equally naked nemesis Christina Aguilera.

'And I can do whatever I want with her!' Christina thought excitedly while staring at their 
reflection in the mirror, hardly able to believe her good fortune. Smiling wickedly, she gave 
Britney's titties another squeeze. 'My very own life-sized Barbie doll.'

After playing with the slumbering pop star's perfect body for a couple minutes more, 
Christina brushed her teeth and then -with some difficulty- brushed Britney's.

"Can't have your breath smelling like barf, sweetie," she told the Southerner while making 
her rinse and spit out the toothpaste. "That would really put a damper on the night I have 
planned for us," the blonde added inaudibly, under her breath.

With barely restrained enthusiasm, Christina helped--or rather dragged the dazed and tired 
superstar into the bedroom and deposited her on the bed.

Resting her hands on her hips, the Latino superstar surveyed the position Britney was in with 
increasing satisfaction. Lying on her belly in a half kneeling position, Britney's little bubble-
butt was pointing straight at her.

'Sorta makes me wonder if she ever let Justin fuck her up the ass,' Christina pondered 
absently while staring hungrily at the young blonde's tight tush. 'Not a bad solution when her 
pussy is supposed to be off-limits.' 

A wicked gleam sparkled in the pop star's eyes. 'Well, whether Justin broke her tight ass in or 
not, Britney's soon gonna experience a trip up the good ole Hershey Highway - courtesy of 
Christina Aguilera!'


Chapter 3 - What A Girl Wants
(F/F, oral, anal, mast)

*****

WARNING: There's some hinting at F/f incest in this chapter. Don't like that, then stop 
reading...

*****

For the second time this evening, Christina entered Britney's hotel room, this time carrying 
with her a pink suitcase. She quickly locked the door behind her and made her way to the 
bedroom... Some of the anxiousness she felt went away when her eyes took in Britney's 
naked form, still curled up on the bed the way she left her.

With her eyes captivated by the spellbinding sight of the nude singer, she put down the 
suitcase, quickly opened it, and -after a short search- pulled out a Polaroid camera. A wicked 
smile appeared on her lips as she headed for the bed.

Sitting herself down beside the sleeping pop star, Christina softly stroked Britney's forehead. 
"How ya doing, sweetheart?" she whispered in the blonde's ear. 

Receiving only a bit of incoherent mumbling in response, Christina felt sufficiently satisfied 
that the younger singer was still very much out of it.

The Latino grinned to herself. "Time for your photo shoot, Britney."

*****

With a satisfied look and a big smile on her face, Christina surveyed the scene before her. 
Britney Spears, bestselling pop star, idol of millions, and self-proclaimed virgin lay naked 
amidst a large collection of stuffed toy animals. Lying on her back with her perky teen titties 
pointing up at the ceiling and her legs spread wide-open, the only thing the teen star had to 
protect her modesty was a stuffed Garfield parked right in front of her slit.

'Cute. A cat to protect her pussy,' Christina observed with a smirk as she positioned the 
camera in front of her eyes and took a picture of the naked star.

Giggling to herself, Christina placed the Garfield on Britney's toned tummy and took another 
photo.

"Now lets get a picture of that cute pussy without the kitty." Removing the stuffed cat from 
Britney's belly, she snapped off another shot.

Giggling with girlish glee, Christina placed Britney's hands on her pussy, making it look like 
the pop star was playing with herself. Once she finally managed to control her laughter, she 
started taking a whole lot of pictures of the blonde's pornographic display, occasionally 
making a tiny alteration to the drunken superstar's pose.

Next, she turned Britney on her belly with her legs propped beneath her, making the 
Southerner's butt stick up in the air, with her bald slit clearly visible between her legs.

Excitedly, Christina snapped some more pictures. Making sure to get plenty of close-ups of 
Britney's round little butt and her puffy slit.

'Not bad!' Christina complimented herself after checking out the photos she'd taken so far. 
'But I think there's some room for improvement.'

Walking up to the kneeling, half-conscious superstar, she lightly shook Britney's shoulder and 
whispered in the Southerner's ear, "Britney? Are you awake, sweetie?"

After shaking and calling the pop star's name a few times, Britney's eyelids opened a little 
and she gazed with blurry eyes at Christina. "Hmmm? Momma? Is that you?" 

The Latino's eyebrows lifted an entire inch when she heard herself being confused with 
Britney's mother Lynn. 'She must be more drunk then I thought if she thinks I'M her mother,' 
the singer grumbled to herself.

However, it quickly occurred to her that this little mix-up could act to her advantage. "Yes, 
honey, it's me... I need you to do something for me, Britney."

"What is it, momma?" the pop star mumbled.

"I want you to reach back and spread your ass-cheeks for me."

The Southerner looked confused. "Huh? Why's that?"

"I need to take your temperature, sweetie," Christina explained with a sly smile.

"Oh... Okay."

The blonde Latino felt her heartbeat increasing when Britney reached back with both hands 
and slowly spread her firm ass-cheeks, exposing her little puckered anus to the cool air of the 
air-conditioned room.

"Is this okay, momma?" the younger singer questioned, looking over her shoulder with her 
big brown, puppy-dog eyes.

"Just a little more, sweetheart," Christina instructed while raising the camera into position. 
She felt her pussy growing damp as the naked pop star spread her buttocks even further, fully 
exposing both her openings to the camera's eye.

"That's great! Hold that position, Britney," Christina called out, and quickly took a couple of 
award winning photos of Britney Spears' bald snatch and tight little asshole

"Why are you taking my picture, momma?" the confused Southerner questioned.

"For the family photo album, sweetie."

"But momma! I'm completely naked."

"Don't worry about that, Bit-Bit," Christina reassured the somewhat anxious singer (recalling 
the nickname Britney got when she was a child) "we won't show these photos to anyone 
outside the family."

Britney blinked her eyes and was quiet for a moment as her inebriated mind seemed to 
consider this. "Oh, okay then," she finally responded.

Christina smiled triumphantly. "That's my girl! Now go give momma a big smile!"

She felt her pussy throb as Britney obeyed and looked back across her shoulder, flashing her 
trademark, dazzling smile while presenting her pussy and asshole to the camera.

Christina felt torn between taking pictures of this incredibly erotic display, and tearing off her 
own clothes and stuffing a couple of fingers inside her aroused cunt.

She opted for taking more pictures first and waiting just a little bit longer before getting naked 
and relieving some of the sexual tension she's feeling.

"That's it, Bit-Bit!" Christina muttered excitedly while photographing the beautiful buck-
naked pop star from a series of different angles. "Show momma that gorgeous ass of yours!"

And Britney did just that. She even arched her back to make her perfect round globes stand 
out more.

The blonde singer couldn't help gawking at the spellbinding sight of Britney's little pink 
asshole winking at her... With a hoarse voice, she instructed the Southerner to suck her finger 
in her mouth, getting it nice and wet, before sticking it up her ass.

Without a word of protest, the blonde did as she was told and slowly pushed her middle finger 
inside her tight asshole.

An excited moan escaped Christina's lips as she watched the naked pop idol shove a finger up 
her ass. She quickly snapped off a couple of more shots of this momentous occasion.

Britney let out a low moan of her own once her entire middle finger was all the way inside her 
butt. Still gazing back across her shoulder, she shot the Latino a beseeching look. "Am I doing 
well, momma?"

"You're doing great, darling... Now move your finger back-and-forth for a while, so your 
little butt will be good and ready for mommy's thermometer."

Once again, Britney followed "her mother's" instructions without any hesitation, and started 
finger-fucking her ass.

Christina licked her suddenly dry lips as she stared at the hypnotizing scene taking place right 
before her eyes. Pointing the camera, she took half a dozen pictures of Britney Spears 
fingering her asshole before the excitement got too much for her and she just had to play with 
her throbbing cunt. Putting the camera on the bed, she quickly reached under her skirt and 
pulled down her panties. After depositing her panties on the floor and hitching her skirt up, 
she plumped down in the chair she'd placed in front of the bed, planted her feet on the foot 
end of Britney's bed, and started playing with her moist and needy pussy.

Britney rested her tired head on one of the downy pillows while she continued to finger-fuck 
her tight asshole. "I think I'm ready for the thermometer now, mommy," she moaned. "Is it 
okay if I take out my finger?"

"Not yet, Bit-Bit," Christina gasped while copying the blonde's finger-fucking with a finger 
in her pussy. "Mommy wants you to get that cute, little asshole nice and loose. Can you show 
momma what a big girl you already are by adding a second finger into that tight little hole?"

"I-I... I'm not sure if I can, momma... even with one finger it's kinda hard."

"Please try it for mommy, sweetie," the blonde said with a twisted smile while stroking her 
clit.

"O-Okay, momma... I'll try." 

True to her word, Britney began pushing a second finger up her ass. Groaning and grunting 
loudly, she slowly worked the two fingers into her tight back passage until they were all the 
way inside her. 

Looking wide-eyed at the amazing sight of those two fingers stretching Britney's pink, little 
rosebud, Christina furiously fucked two of her fingers into her dripping snatch. She quickly 
grabbed the camera with her free hand and halted her finger-fucking long enough to take a 
picture of this momentous occasion.

"That's great, darling, now move those fingers back and forth until I tell you to stop."

"Like this, momma?" Britney questioned while sliding her fingers in-and-out her tightly-
stretched anus.

"Just a little faster, Bit-Bit!" Christina panted while taking another snapshot of the erotic 
scene before her. "And don't be afraid to shove those fingers as far up your ass as you can get 
them."

Grunting loudly, the Southerner started finger-fucking her asshole with steadily increasing 
speed while Christina cheered her on. When Britney began really slamming her two digits 
into her tiny bunghole, the blonde Latino took a few more photos then tossed the camera aside 
and started frigging her slit with the same enthusiasm that Britney was displaying while 
finger-fucking her asshole.

With the incredible show Britney's putting on and the pent-up arousal that had gradually 
built-up through out the evening, it didn't take the Latino pop star long to cum. With a long, 
drawn-out groan she came, coating her fingers with her juices.

Basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, Christina leisurely played with her slit while she 
watched the young, blonde superstar pounding her fingers up her ass. After she had made 
Britney finger-fuck her asshole for a full fifteen minutes, she finally told the singer to stop.

Letting out a small grunt, the Southerner popped her fingers out and assumed her previous 
position of spreading her butt-cheeks open in preparation of the thermometer's insertion.

While directing another smirk at the obediently kneeling blonde, Christina got up and 
retrieved an anal thermometer from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Kneeling behind 
the bend over pop star, she shoved it -without much preamble- right up Britney's butt. The 
teen pop queen gasped loudly as the long, cold rod was suddenly buried almost all the way up 
her tight ass.

Smiling at the lovely sight Britney made, positioned naked on her knees with the tip of a 
thermometer peeking out of her asshole, Christina picked up the camera again and took some 
more photos.

Christina finally ended the photo session by moving the camera less then a foot away from 
Britney's bald snatch, and shooting a couple of extreme close-ups of the singer's - now not so 
private - parts.

Putting the camera away, she took the thermometer out and patted Britney's bottom. "Good 
girl," she spoke satisfied while glancing at the last batch of pictures she took. 

Through blurry eyes, Britney looked back at her (supposed) mother. "Thank you, mommy... 
Is there anything else you'd like me to do?"

For a brief moment, Christina considered telling Britney to lie on her back with her feet in her 
neck and hold her pussy open, but she quickly dismissed that thought. No matter how drunk 
the young blonde might be, it's highly unlikely Britney would believe that her mother would 
come up with such a request. She'd already been pushing her luck by asking the pop star to 
finger her asshole.

"Nope, you've done fine, sweetie," the Latino answered once she'd suppressed the very 
strong urge to make the blonde perform some more twisted sex-acts in front of the camera.

Britney smiled happily. "Then can I have my special reward now?"

Christina looked puzzled. "Your special reward?"

"Yeah, you know..." Britney wiggled her butt and spread her legs a little wider, flashing 
Christina her bare beaver. "The special kiss goodnight you always give me when I've been a 
very good girl."

Christina let out a slight gasp. 'Oh... WOW! Apparently, Britney's mom asking her little girl 
to show off her bald cunt isn't such an unlikely event after all.'

Quickly recovering from her initial shock, Christina gave the blonde's behind another friendly 
pat and took the two silky, golden-tanned globes in her hands. Slowly spreading the 
Southerner's cheeks, she leaned down. "Sure, sweetheart... let mommy kiss it and make it all 
better."

Britney moaned blissfully when she felt a soft, wet tongue swipe across her labia and caress 
her aching clit. "Oh yesssss!! Sooooo gooooooodddddd!"

The blonde Southerner giggled and wiggled her ass when the tongue started spelling out 
letters and numbers on her pussy... the experienced muscle only halted the spelling 
occasionally to flick repeatedly against her rock-hard clittie.

"Put it inside me, mommy!" Britney called over her shoulder while pushing her butt back a 
little further. "Tongue-fuck my little slit and make me cum!"

Christina happily complied and stabbed her tongue inside Britney's delectable teen twat, 
bringing forth a cry of pleasure from the pop star. Savouring the superstar's sweet, virgin-like 
taste, she twirled her tongue around: sampling every flavour of the Southerner's honey jar.

Britney moaned and shuddered on the bed while her lover's tongue probed, prodded and 
examined every inch of her pussy. When that nimble tongue started sliding in and out her slit, 
she moved her ass back and forth... fucking herself on the singer's talented mouth. 

"Ohhh!! Mmmm! Yes!!" Making little sounds of delight, she happily rode Christina's face to 
a much desired orgasm.

"That's it, Bit-Bit!" Christina's muffled voice called out from between the pop star's thighs. 
"Cum for momma! Soak mommy's face with your sweet pussy juice!"

Christina's perverted encouragements brought the blonde superstar over the edge.

"I'm coming, momma!!" Britney called out loudly as she reached her climax. "I'M 
CUMMINGGGGG!!!!"

Breathing heavily, Britney rested her head on a pillow; a blissful smile on her face while her 
lover's tongue hungrily lapped up the drops of girl-cum dripping from her slit. The 
Southerner's satisfied smile remained fixed on her face as she slowly drifted into a deep 
slumber.

Smacking her lips, Christina raised her head and gazed down at the drowsing diva. A smile 
crossed her lips mirroring Britney's. However much she sometimes disliked the younger 
singer, she had to admit that her rival possessed a definite cuteness factor - especially lying 
curled up on the bed like this, without a stitch of clothing on and that special kinda smile on 
her face that clearly said: I just got some.

Reaching out, she stroked a hand across the sleeping beauty's nude form... first caressing 
Britney's smooth thighs, then moving slowly upwards to the blonde's round little butt. With 
Britney safely asleep, Christina took her time to meticulously inspect the young singer's well-
trained behind. While letting her eyes feast on that perfect ass, she stroked, massaged and 
pinched each of the firm globes for a full fifteen minutes before focussing her attentions on 
the pop star's bald pussy.

Turning Britney on her back, Christina spread the superstar's legs far apart and examined the 
blonde's wet and wide-open box from up-close. Putting her face so close to Britney's cunt 
that her nose almost slipped inside, she used two fingers from each hand to pry Britney's labia 
lips further apart, and peered into the pop star's pink opening.

Quickly getting up from the bed, the Latino turned on the big light and resumed her position 
between Britney's wide-spread legs. Holding the singer's slit wide-open, she gazed deep 
inside her rival's cunt and happily noticed that she could now see a lot more of the pop star's 
pink love tunnel then before.

With Britney's cunt so invitingly displayed, Christina couldn't resist using her tongue again 
on that delicious pussy. She started by tickling the tip of her tongue around and across the 
blonde's bald slit. After lathering Britney's entire crotch with her saliva, she licked tiny 
circles around the singer's stiff clit, making them smaller and smaller until her tongue touched 
the taut little knob. The moment her tongue came in contact with Britney's hard clit she 
placed her mouth around it, and started sucking and nibbling at the little bundle of nerves.

Despite her apparent semiconscious state, Britney wildly bucked her hips as Christina 
increased her oral assault on the blonde's clitoris. When she sensed that Britney was getting 
close to another orgasm, she moved her tongue away from the singer's stiff clit and stabbed it 
deep inside the pop star's pussy. Taking Britney's clit between her thumb and forefinger, she 
started jerking it off like a dick.

The combination of getting tongue-fucked and having her clit jerked, had quite the effect on 
Britney, who suddenly appeared to be very much awake. Shaking wildly on the big bed, she 
squealed like a piglet as a powerful orgasm washed over her.

Just when it seemed that she couldn't possibly cum any harder then this, Christina negated 
that notion by sticking a finger up her ass and making her cum twice as hard. Bucking and 
thrashing on the bed, Britney screamed out her orgasm.

Grunting and groaning while thrusting her pussy into Christina's face, Britney blissfully rode 
out her breathtakingly long orgasm. The blonde Latino's expert tongue and fingers skilfully 
dragged out her climax for so long that by the time Christina stopped her ministrations, she 
looked cross-eyed and her fingers and toes were clawing the covers.

Christina lapped up the last drops of girl-cum that dripped from the pop star's virgin pussy 
and smacked her lips. "Mmmm, you're one tasty, little bitch, Britney," she appreciatively 
said, planting a big kiss on Britney's bald cunt. 

After French-kissing the blonde singer's slit, Christina began placing a series of small kisses 
across the younger girl's muscular abdomen all the way up to her tits. Her lips slowly climbed 
the heaving slopes of Britney's firm teen bosom, marking the way with tiny kisses, before 
reaching the tiny, yet rock-hard, pink treasures she'd set her sights on.

Taking one of the blonde's taut nipples in her mouth, she greedily sucked on it while her right 
hand squeezed and fondled the pop star's other tit. A few moments later, she let the pointy 
pink nipple slip from her mouth and latched on to the other tit while her hand played with the 
breast she'd just abandoned. Christina switched back and forth between Britney's tits until 
both boobs were shiny with her saliva and each pink nipple stood out swollen and angry.

After a couple of minutes of suckling on Britney's tits like a hungry babe, Christina decided 
to move her attentions a little higher. Kissing her way up the singer's slender neck, she 
eventually reached Britney's pouty red lips and instigated a long, passionate kiss. When she 
detected the slight parting of the singer's lips, Christina instantly slipped her tongue inside 
and began frenching the blonde, while keeping her hands pleasantly occupied with the 
Southerner's perky tits.

Ending the liplock, the older singer raised her head slightly and gazed down at Britney's face 
- the blonde's features looking relaxed and extra innocent in sleep. 

She cocked a quizzical eyebrow. 'Asleep AGAIN?! Damn! That's one drowsy bitch.'

Frankly, she'd hoped to persuade Britney to go down on her since she's about to explode from 
pent-up arousal; but apparently she could pretty much forget about that.

Shrugging off her disappointment, Christina decided to look at it philosophically. 'Oh, well... 
there are other ways to get yourself off.'

And, luckily, she knew plenty...

Planting her thighs on either side of Britney's right leg, she began rubbing her dripping centre 
against the smooth, silky skin of the singer's upper leg. Closing her eyes, she moaned loudly 
as the friction against her aching clit made sparks of pleasure shoot through her system. 

While humping the blonde's leg with rapidly increasing speed, Christina cupped her breasts 
and pinched her rock-hard nipples, letting out a series of excited little grunts. She slid down a 
little lower until she felt Britney's knee pressing against her aching pussy, and eagerly 
continued riding the pop star's leg.

The combined sensations from her pinched nipples and stimulated clit resulted in a quick but 
gratifying orgasm. Panting a little, she steadily slowed the humping of the singer's leg until 
she felt satiated, and then stopped. 

Feeling a lot more relaxed now that she'd worked off most of the sexual tension, Christina sat 
up and gazed down at the still sleeping blonde pop star. She briefly wondered if it's the 
several rum-cokes or the numerous orgasms that had Britney sleeping like she'd just gone into 
hibernation. Then again, maybe she's just a very heavy sleeper.

Christina stretched and stifled a yawn. 'Mmmm... Oh, well... considering I'm pretty tired 
myself, it's probably best to continue this when we're both well-rested - or, at the very least, 
awake.' She shot a sardonic look at the sleeping blonde lying beneath her. 'I really prefer my 
sex-partners to be a bit more active than this.'

Getting up from the bed, she retrieved the pictures she'd made of Britney. A wicked smile 
appeared on her lips as she browsed through them. 'And if my ditzy lil' blonde isn't in the 
mood once she's sobered up... Well, then I guess I'll just have to use these lovely snapshots to 
convince her. I think that the prospect of a picture of her naked, flashing her pussy and 
asshole at the camera, appearing in some tabloid will have her spreading her legs for me 
faster then she can say "Oops, I did it again".'

Putting some of her favourite pictures aside, she hid them in a secret compartment of her 
suitcase. Walking back to the bed, she sat down and opened the nightstand on her side of the 
bed. When she spotted a bible lying in the drawer, Christina softly snickered and placed the 
remaining pictures beneath it.

After a quick visit to the bathroom, she placed a quick call to her manager and told him to 
cancel all her appointments for tomorrow so she can take the entire day off and enjoy some 
personal time. He started to protest that this was way too short notice, but she quickly 
interrupted him, "Listen, buddy: I haven't had a day off in ages and I really need to unwind, 
so just take care of it, okay?! Goodnight!" and hung up.

Crawling into bed next to Britney, she wrapped her arms around the younger girl and 
snuggled against her naked body. Closing her eyes, Christina quickly dropped into a deep 
sleep where she dreamt about Britney; the wicked smile on her lips and red flush on her 
cheeks a clear indication of the kinda dream she's having.


To be continued in Chapter 4 - I'm A Slave 4 U (F/F, Fdom, blackmail, BDSM, humil, anal, reluc)
