I couldn't believe it. I was actually backstage at a Britney Spears concert. I could see her on stage from where I stood. She was performing "Boys" with Pharrell Williams. Talk about breath taking. Her body moved with the music as if she were the music.
I knew she was going to be a star. I knew from the first time I watched "Hit Me Baby One More Time." And here she was now, exceeding what I felt her potential was. Here she comes off stage for a costume change.
"Come on." She said to me grabbing my arm and dragging me with her.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Costume change. You're going on with me for the next song."
"Um, no I'm not. I'm not making a fool of myself."
"Don't worry. All you have to do is sit there." With that, she dragged me to the changing area.
"Here. Put this on, and hurry." She unbuttoned her shirt. I turned my back to her.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Well, I have to change too," she answered. "It's not like you haven't seen a naked woman before."
"True, but I've never seen a naked celebrity before except on the internet and in the movies."
She walked up behind me and grabbed my arm and turned me around. "Here, help me get out of this bra. And for god's sake, start changing yourself." I unbuttoned it for her, and she slid it off and threw it in the corner. "And yes, they're real, and as you can see, the pictures you got from the net are fake. Now change."
I don't remember changing, but I did. I couldn't stop thinking about the heat coming from her body when I unbuttoned her bra. I remember seeing the moisture on her neck from the previous dancing. I remember her putting on a bright red bra. I remember that when I did have my clothes off, she made a comment about me needing to think of something else because the pants I would be wearing would look like a pitched tent if I didn't, and that that would be pretty a embarrassing thing to happen to someone in front of 30,000 people.
I finally stepped in front of the mirror, and saw that I was dressed as an ancient Egyptian man, and Britney was dressed as a belly dancer. Then I saw what she meant. My penis was sticking straight out causing the front of the baggy pants I was wearing to bulge out. Shit! Okay. Okay. I know what to do. I closed my eyes.
"Christina Aguilara. Christina Aguilara." I kept repeating over and over.
"What are you doing?" she asked. But she saw in the mirror that my erection had starting to go down. She started to crack up laughing, and she had a wonderful laugh. It was worth the embarrassment to hear it.
"All right. Let's get out there."
Well, evidently I wasn't just an ordinary Egyptian man. I was an Egyptian King, and Britney was my slave. I sat on a chair that was carried out on stage by four guys, and Britney performed a remix of "I'm a Slave 4 You" that had an Egyptian sound to it. The performance started off with her doing a belly dance in front of me. First performing for me, and then for the audience and back to me. She then started the song, and her and the four guys that brought me out danced. Every time she hit the chorus, she came up to me and did something absolutely sensual. One time she ran her hand across my face, and another she ran her fingers through my hair. On the last chorus, she moved her hands slowly down my chest to my pelvic area, and just missed my penis on her way down my legs. Christina Aguilara. Christina Aguilara. Christina Aguilara.
Finally it ended, and man was it intense. I was able to avoid any embarrassing incidents, but I think that if I had to go through it again, I would have pulled an American Pie internet scene, and I'm sure Britney would've been real impressed by that. The four guys that carried me in carried me back off stage. Britney came and grabbed me again, and took me took the dressing room again.
"You did pretty good. I thought you were going to lose it there for a second at the end." She was getting undressed again. Her hair had a little of a wet look from the sweat on her neck.
"Well, I almost did lose it."
"Well, you don't have to go through it again. You can just sit back stage and enjoy the rest of the concert." I had already started to get undressed. "By the way, Justin would have blown his load if I did something like that to him."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I mean the guy would cum just watching me dance." I laughed.
"I thought you were devastated by the breakup."
"Yeah right. That was just the media making something out of nothing. I was just mentally exhausted. I started in this business when I was 16, and it's been nothing but 100 mph ever since. I just needed a break. Breaking up with Justin was the best decision I could ever make."
She stepped up to me real close. "I really appreciate you going out there on a whim." Once again, I felt the heat coming from her body. I could see the moisture on her skin. It was maddening being this close to her. "I really, really…" she started to whisper, but instead kissed me softly on the lips. It was amazing. More than I ever imagined. She pulled away from me, and looking tenderly into my eyes said, "Wow."
I stared back, wanting to see her heart to see if she meant it, and I saw that she did. "Ditto that wow." She just kept staring at me. "Um, I know this a great moment, at least for me it is, but don't you have to go back on." This brought her back.
"You're right. Okay. What song is next? Um. I'm Not a Girl…right." She puts on this white button up blouse with small red flowers on it, and a pair of blue jeans that I thought for sure she never squeeze into, but somehow did. I wanted her right then, but controlled myself.
I spent the rest of the performance watching from the stage area. Every time she came back for a costume change, she passed me a look that sent lust racing up and down my spine. It was heaven and hell. It was painful and pleasurable. I didn't really know which to feel. All I know is that I couldn't stop smiling, and I probably looked like a goof, but I didn't care.
The concert finished up right around 11:00 PM. Britney walked off the stage looking exhausted. Her top clung to her skin because of the sweat from all the dancing, and the black roots in her hair were more noticeable because it was wet. She walked up to me and took a deep breath. I moved my hand up to her face, and brush some of her hair back that was covering her right eye.
"You look exhausted." I told her softly. She was still beautiful though. My hand went from her hair down to her shoulder, and then slowly down her arm to her hand which I squeezed gently. She smiled and looked up at me. God. That smile. I will never forget it.
"I'm fine. C'mon." She squeezed my hand back, and started pulling me with her.
"Whoa. Where we going? Last time you did this, I ended up on stage."
"Trust me. You won't be sorry." I wasn't going to argue with her. Hell, I would have gone anywhere with her. It didn't matter.