Britney Spears was so excited! It was The MTV Video Music Awards! All the biggest stars of music were here, and she was highly nominated. Even more exciting was that Madonna, her idol, was there, too - and she was outside of her dressing room, now. There was a single guard outside, a large man.
"Hi. I'd like to see Madonna, please," she said, with her most earnest expression
He replied, "And who are you?"
Britney was stunned. "I'm Britney Spears! One of the nominees in tonight’s function."
The man nodded casually and pulled a small radio from his hip. In a low tone, he spoke into it, and Britney heard her name mentioned. After a moment, he returned the radio back to his hip and he opened the door.
"You may go in."
Britney's heart raced as she went into the room, hearing the door close behind her. There she was! Madonna! She was wearing a black lace bra and panties, obviously in the middle of dressing. Britney was speechless - her inspiration, standing no more than five feet away!
"Oh god, “she giggled. "Madonna, you're my idol!"
"Really!" Madonna raised an eyebrow, and looked Britney up and down.
"Oh yes! I remember when I first heard Like a Virgin, I -”
Madonna snapped, "Shut up!"
Shocked, Britney said, "Excuse me?"
"Who the fuck do you think you are, eh? One hit single and you think you can come in here and talk like you're in the same league as me?" She sneered at her.
"Little cunt strutting around, getting a set of implants to stretch your 18-year old tits”
Britney could not believe what she was hearing! All these years of wanting to meet her idol, and to hear her idol talk to her in this manner. Not only was she shocked, she was getting pissed!
"What, what are you talking about? What about your fuckin' tits? Tell me those aren't fake?"
Madonna stepped over to Britney and unsnapped her bra, tossing it off. Her nice, melon-like tits jiggled free, nipples pink. "Here they are, bitch. Grab a handful and tell me they're fake!"
Britney refused to let Madonna intimidate her. She reached out and slapped her palms around Madonna's boobs, squeezing defiantly. Their soft warmness throbbed in her hands. Britney tried to keep an angry look on her face while she touched them. "Well, little bitch?"
"So what? They are fuckin' real! So?"
"Then why are you still squeezing them?"
Britney stopped and started to let them go. However, Madonna reached down and took them, keeping them on her tits. Her hands then went trailing up Britney's hands and arms, until she reached her head. Madonna began pulling her head down.
"C'mon, Britney, suck on them”
Britney's eyes widened. This was the last thing she ever expected - she had never even thought of another woman in that way before! She began to protest, but Madonna said,
