Britney pulled her sweatshirt over her head and then headed for the door of her dressing room. As she opened it she saw the other members of the video shoot leaving in a group, going out somewhere to celebrate with the followers hip hop artist's always attracted. She saw Dr. Dra and Koolio and Snoop Dodgey and Ice Cue all leaving the building with all their followers behind them.
The video shoot had featured all those rap stars and Britney Speer, pops reigning singing sensation and idol of teen girls everywhere. She was also the most lustily sought after blond teen sensation that made grown men groan with her every new song and video. She knew she was the subject of many a man's fantasy's but in fact Britney Speer was still a virgin and had no real idea the power of fantasy's and the resulting climax her image could cause in the minds and hearts of men all around the world.
As her bodyguards led her to her limosine to whisk her away to her hotel, she looked again at envy at the men all laughing and joking and making plans to meet at a club later to party and celebrate. She heard the name of the club being shouted out back and forth and learned they were going to party at a club called Rafters.
She leaned back in her seat and slid down to relax, the shoot had been a rough one, one in which she was the object of attention of all the men there for a rap song called Perfect Bitch. It was not one her mother would have approved of and it was shot for the over seas market, thank god. She had worn some pretty skimpy outfits in this one.
She got home, was all alone with her thoughts and filled the tub with hot water and laid in it to soak. Her thoughts went back to the video shoot and as she lay in the hot soothing water her hands began to caress her body. She cupped her perfect 34c tits and pinched her pink nipples slightly, the sensation causing familiar stirrings deep in her groin. Her hands slid down and thru her sparse pubic hair, hair that she had to trim today for the shoot cause of the skimpy bottoms she had worn.
Her slender fingers brushed lightly over her always protruding clitoris and as she did a slight jolt of excitement swept over her just like it always did. Her fingers parted the slippery folds of her pussy and one of her fingers slid inside of her, her hot body juices coated her finger with her scent.
As she lay there she remembered the shoot and the images of all those rap stars with their exposed chests and chiseled bodies undulating by her and in one scene actually touching their hot black chests to her back while she danced around them lip singing to the words of the rap song. Her fingers were soon probing deeper and deeper and then faster and faster, rubbing her clit as her excitement built.
She knew she was getting close to an orgasm and she sped up her fevered motions of her hand. As she came she was thinking of the rap stars all standing over her tub watching her naked in the tub, bringing herself to orgasm at the thought of them watching her.
Her body arched in the water sending water and bubbles flying all over the place as a powerful orgasm raced through her body. Heaving from the exertion and her breathing labored, her hands left her pussy and once again caressed her perfect tits. She could smell the scent of her body on her fingers the closer she moved her hands to her face. Having a wicked thought she brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed her scent and it wasn't unpleasent at all. She flicked out her perfect tongue and tentively licked the tip of one of her fingers. Not bad she thought again.
Her finger slowly eased into her perfect mouth and she began to suck on it and again she was surprised at the taste. Now she eagerly licked all her fingers that had recently been buried deep into the pussy so many desired. I am wicked she thought to herself cause normal girls don't do this I'm sure.
As she toweled off and put on a warm robe and filled a glass with some wine she again thought of the men and their ability to go out into public and party almost like normal people, only rap stars got treated like royalty and were loaded with thousands of dollars which they shared like normal people share singles. She dug into her suitcase and found the hidden compartment that held her pot stash and several rolled joints and fired one up. I am a wicked girl cause nice girls don't smoke pot she thought to herself.
The smoke and wine mellowed her out and she looked up at the clock and saw it was only 11:30 pm. She imagined the party in full swing but knew they'd party till sunrise like they bragged about doing in the past. She started giggling to herself and thought to herself, I ought to surprise them all and just show up. She knew though that her body guard would never let her go out without at least four more body guards and since he had no one to call, she knew too that she couldn't go out.
As she smoked another joint and had another glass of wine she walked over to the suitcases and opened them up one at a time and looked inside. Still not sure of why she was doing this, she put on a pair of white vinyl shorts that hugged her ass like second skin. She found a black silk shirt she had worn once before and she remembered the looks the guys at the studios had given her when she was recording a song.
It had one button only right about even with her breasts and the cut at the bottom made it flare away revealing most of her belly. She found her black thigh high boots and combed her hair and pulled it into a pony tail and applied a little makeup. She looked into the mirror and thought to herself I look hot. Picking up her hand bag, she silently opened her hotel door and peered outside. Her body guard was in the room next door and she heard the tv on. She slowly closed her door and quietly walked down the hallway, still giggling to herself at her bravado.
Once outside she flagged down a taxi and climbed in and said to the driver to take her to Rafters club. He looked back at her and said which one? She was a bit confused and said how many are there named Rafters? He said there's two, and both on different parts of town. She thought for a moment and then said which one would be for the rap and hip hop crowd? He said both do, they are owned by the same guy. While she thought about this new development he said You know you like Britney Speer the singer.
She quickly said I know I get that all the time but would Britney Speer be sitting in a taxi alone when I'm sure she has a limosine and driver? Anyway take me to the closest Rafters and I'll try my luck. The driver shrugged, turned around and started the meter and pulled out into traffic carrying cargo worth millions but not realizing it.
At Rafters number one the driver dropped her off and she paid the fare and got into the line of people hoping to get in. A bouncer looking type was scanning the crowd and saw Britney and pulled her out of line and said you're in sweet thing, have fun. As she entered the club the music and the lights assaulted her senses. She had never actually been inside a real night club before and certainly not one like this. Hundreds if not a thousand people were packed inside like sardines. The rap music was so loud it was hard to think. The blazing lights caused her eyes to get repeatedly blinded by the glare.
She was literally ignored as she squeezed her way past bodies moving in time to the music. A hand squeezed her ass as she went by and when she turned to give whoever did it a piece of her mind she saw no one looking guilty just dancing. Thinking it may have been an accident she continued on looking for her rap stars.
The deeper into the club she went, the more hands were casually reaching out and copping feels of her ass and even her breasts but always in such a way she couldn't tell who was doing what. No one shouted out IT's Britney Speer though and she was feeling like a normal person although just once she knew her fame would get her into the club faster and to her friends but she was determined to just act normal. As the groping became more and more frequent, she began to feel that familiar feeling in her groin again and several times she actually stopped moving and let the hands wander a little more.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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