Let us take a bit of a time warp back into Chapter 3 and see just what went on after Amber left Britney alone in her dressing room.
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As Amber shut the door to the dressing room, Britney collapsed onto the sofa that she had specially requested. She had promised Amber that she would behave until they were checked into their hotel that evening, but she felt like she would explode if she didn't release some tension. She knew that one self-induced orgasm would not come close to inhibiting her desires later that evening, and she was going to take full advantage of that.
Britney stretched out on the sofa and reached down to unbutton her pants, intent on relieving that tension, but before she could go further, there was a knock on the door.
"Damnit. Who is it?" she asked, annoyed that someone had to interrupt her.
"Agent Lopez – I'm with the security team," said a female voice from opposite the door.
Britney cursed again, not wanting to deal with security measures at the moment. Nevertheless, she answered the door.
"Bella!" Britney exclaimed, surprised.
"Who's the new whore with the VIP pass? Oh, how quaint, you two even have matching hickeys," said Bella accusingly. You wouldn't have thought it looking at Bella the first time, with her petite figure and soft, dark Hispanic eyes, but the girl could dish out the verbal abuse.
"Well hello to you, too. What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Dallas!"
"I was transferred. But I asked you, who's the slut with the pass? She said you gave it to her." Bella was staring Britney down, attempting to intimidate her.
Britney, however, returned the cold stare. "That's Amber, and she's my girlfriend, not a slut."
"Oh, yes I suppose you're right. You're the one with a girl in apparently every town. That would make YOU the slut now, wouldn't it?" By now, Bella had stepped into Britney's dressing room, shutting the door behind her.
"You're just jealous it's her and not you anymore." Britney could feel her face hot with more than just anger.
"Of course I'm jealous, despite you running out in the middle of the night like a coward. I should have expected it."
The words had barely escaped her lips when Britney grabbed her by the collar, dragging her further back into the room where she slapped Bella across the face. They both smiled.
"You bitch. Damn, I missed you," Bella said, kissing Britney hard on the mouth.
"So did I. Now shut the hell up," Britney said as she pushed Bella to her knees.
"What are you doing?" She waited for the unnecessary answer as Britney stripped off her jeans and thong.
"I'm making you apologize for calling me a slut."
"What's with the fresh waxing? Got a hot date tonight?" Bella asked, gliding her fingers over her nearly completely bare skin.
Indeed, Britney had gone to a salon that morning for a Brazilian wax while Amber was picking up breakfast. It was for Amber, a novelty gift, but a fun one, and was meant to be a surprise for their last time together for a few days.
"Yes, I do, not that it's any of your business. Didn't I tell you to shut up?"
Britney knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help herself; she needed release and she needed it badly. All hesitation out of her mind, she threw her leg over Bella's shoulder, pushing her head between her legs.
Bella responded instantly. It had been months since she had been with Britney, but she would never forget how to do her right, and teasing was always a sure bet. She kissed Britney's clit gently, fluttering her tongue over it.
Sure enough, Britney was moaning within minutes, but she wasn't giving it up. She may have been weak enough to go this far, but she was determined to not let herself come with anyone but Amber.
Just when her determination was about to falter, she heard the doorknob squeak, and the door wasn't locked! She snapped her eyes open, staring at the figure in the doorway.
"What the fuck?! Britney?" I stood in the open doorway, gasping at what I saw before running out, slamming the door behind me.
"Amber! This isn't what it looks...it's not...Amber, wait!" Britney pushed Bella away, pulling her jeans on as she ran out to catch me. She didn't have to run far, though. I was sitting along the wall outside her door, dazed, but not crying.
Britney sat down facing me, but I didn't look at her. I was too angry and confused.
"Amber, let me explain, please."
"You want to explain why I caught you with that bitch's face in your cunt, and it's not like she was raping you, I wasn't born yesterday!"
"Yes, I want to try to explain. Bella and I were...friends, a long long time ago. But we're not anymore. In fact we were just arguing before you came in!"
"It didn't look like arguing." I was resigned myself to looking up, but my eyes were cold, despite the fact that she was on the verge of tears.
"I don't know why I did that, I wasn't thinking. I didn't want to, but she was there, and we have history together, and I was so worked up after the flight here..."
I interrupted her. "So you're blaming it on me?"
"Damnit! No! That's not what I'm doing! I'm just trying to explain myself! It didn't mean anything, it wasn't emotional, it was hormonal. I wanted to get off but you weren't here and Bella interrupted me when I was going to take care if it by myself..." She reached out and took my hand. "Amber, I'm so sorry."
I wanted so badly to jerk my hand away from hers, but I couldn't. "But you told me you had never been with a woman. Why did you lie to me? I didn't lie to you about that."
"I know, and I'm sorry. But what I had experienced in the past wasn't real to me, it wasn't personal, and I was only 17. It wasn't like how I feel when I'm with you." She squeezed my hand and I managed to smile.
"Fine. But don't ever lie to me again."
"I won't, baby, I promise," she said sincerely as she pulled me into a warm hug.
I leaned close to whisper, "You are going to pay for this though," as I nipped her earlobe.
"Awww, did we kiss and make up?" We turned and saw Bella stepping out of the dressing room.
You could feel the tension between us. "Who's the bitch?" I asked of Bella, not really specifying whom I was asking about Bella. Bella spoke up first.
"That's funny, I asked the same thing about you. Don't worry about it, she obviously wants to be with you."
"You're right, I won't worry about it. But I don't think I'll be leaving her by herself in this arena again. You seem to be the problem, not Brit." I pulled Britney closer to my side, wanting to emphasize my point. "Now, aren't you supposed to be working?"
As Bella walked back to her office, Britney kissed my cheek. "Amber, I'm truly sorry. I promise that will never happen again. You just had me so turned on that I couldn't help myself. I'm not making excuses, I'm just trying to..."
I put my finger up to her lips to stop her. "Shh. I forgive you. It was not polite of me to leave you so worked up, and because seeing you from that point of view was incredibly hot. But you still have to pay for it."
Unfortunately, we had to stick around the arena most of the afternoon and into the evening. The dancers' flight arrived two hours late, which thankfully allowed us to have dinner before they did a complete run-through of the concert.
I wasn't annoyed, though. Since it was just rehearsals, the entire arena was empty, save for the crew. I took a seat a few rows back from the front and got to watch a very personalized version of the concert.
I had only seen her show in part, and that was just from the sidelines. At the time, she had been performing for thousands of giddy little girls. Tonight she seemed to be performing just for me. I wondered if the other shows were as steamy as she was making mine. Every moan, every gyration seemed to be directed straight at me. And I loved every minute of it.
Once the rehearsal was over, she hopped off the stage and sat down on my knee. "Well babe? Ready to get out of here?" she asked.
"You know I am," I answered, pinching her ass playfully when we stood up to leave.
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Finally, we got to our hotel room. Despite the high-class way we had been traveling, it was still tiring; it felt good to secluded from the craziness of the outside world.
Britney was equally worn-out from the travel combined with the intense workout on stage, and collapsed on the bed immediately.
I enjoyed the site for a moment, Britney lying sprawled out on our huge king-size bed, eyes closed, still wearing the dark blue sports bra and matching track pants she had worn for the rehearsal. Her body was a stark contrast to the pure white of the bedspread.
I walked over to her quietly so she wouldn't notice me immediately, and bent down to kiss her navel. She giggled and squirmed a little, expecting me to move lower, but I didn't. Instead, I got up on the bed with her, straddling her hips on my knees.
Britney looked up at me and gave me a fake pout. "You've been taunting me all day."
I tilted my head and looked at her innocently. "Me? Now why would I do a thing like that?"
"Because you know I love it."
She was right. She loved it every time I turned down her advances. It only made her try harder. I have to admit, I was fond of it myself.
"You're right," I said, "but you were a bad girl today, Britney. I told you that you'd have to pay for it."
Her eyes lit up when she heard the tone of my voice. "Yes, I was very bad. How will I pay for it?"
"You'll see," was the only answer I gave her. I leaned down and kissed her gently, taking turns playing with each other's tongue. Both of us were still incredibly aroused from the morning, and I could feel the urgency in her kiss.
