Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
This story is a loosely based sequel to 'It's Vegas Bitch!'. This story was inspired by all the requests I've received in the past two years to give it a sequel. Hope you all enjoy!
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Las Vegas, Nevada
The sound of bass beats could be heard pumping through the hallway, away from the center stage. Tonight was nothing out of the ordinary back at a luxury casino hotel resort in the 'city of sin'. Britney Spears had just finished up an encore performance and was heading backstage. The sound of the audience clapping could still be heard even as the show had ended. Some chanted her name repeatedly: 'Britney! Britney! Britney!', proving that Pop Princess still had an energetic die hard fan base. A sigh of relief could be heard among the DJ table, as a man had just finished up the set. Dante grabbed the bottle of water sitting next to the computer monitors and turntable set. He had to rejuvenate his dry throat before heading outside to exit with the rest of the sound crew.
Britney was gearing up for a world tour before her Vegas residency was to end. This was one of her final shows before leaving during the summer. She still was unsure if she would truly be parting from Vegas for good. In the past several years, she had used the famous city of sin as a backdrop for her own little playground. Out here, she had all the rules to herself. Back in L.A., she never had the freedom to run her own sex life, not without the paparazzi hounding her and dealing with tabloid magazines with their endless rumors. Britney's playground was sin city, where she had a closed off private life that left the outside world with only their imagination to think of what really went on.
Dante had been a DJ working with Britney's crew since last summer. He was a bass player turned keyboard player, just before making a big break. He had his parents to thank for spending the money to send him to Berkley several years ago where he learned about music engineering and production. Now he was twenty-eight years old, living the dream with a pop star and making a nice pay check every week with the crew. After a month on the job, he was introduced to Britney herself. It was fun to know a pop star, let alone one that he had fantasized about for years. He had precious memories of watching her music videos; looking at her infamous photo sessions over the years, as well as masturbated in magazines of her. While he was walking from backstage, a woman approached him with short red hair and a black leather jacket. It was Becky, one of Britney's most trusted assistants.
"Hey Dante, got a minute?"
"Yeah, I'm heading on my way out."
Becky nodded with a smug grin across her crimson lips.
"Right, Britney wants to see you right away in an hour."
"Oh, she does!?"
The expression on his face changed to shock. All Becky could do was roll her eyes. She had been in this business so long, handling affairs and helping Britney for almost 15 years now. Becky could tell Dante was an easy man. If it weren't for Britney herself, she would've took him for a ride by now. Giving him a nod, the red haired woman spoke back.
"Yeah, but you've got an hour to wait. Go on and get a shower or whatever you've got to do. She'll be back at her penthouse suite."
The hotel resort that Britney performed in was like a fortress to her team. She had the highest floor of the hotel, a massive penthouse reserved solely for her. On the top floor, her most trusted bodyguards and a few assistance also stayed. Over the year, Dante had heard whispers of rumors here and there about what went on up top the hotel. He had his own room, but he was nowhere near the top floor close to Britney. Occasionally, she often left during breaks of performing to go home with her kids in California. Dante liked to keep to himself, sometimes leaving to go enjoy the clubs around Vegas. He left backstage, walking to the bathroom so he could wash his face up.
He fixed his stare into the mirror, looking into his own piercing green eyes. Dante had short blonde hair and a slight beard. He always shaved once a week, hence why he usually had a stubble beard come Friday. He was tall, at least when he stood face to face with Britney herself. His body was an average skinny build, not much muscles as he spent most of his time working computers or playing bass guitar. While in the bathroom, he wasted his face and fixed up his clothes. Sometimes it was sweaty backstage working the sound stations. He wanted to at least have a clean face before visiting her. Dante still had to return back to his hotel room and get changed in some more comfortable clothes, since his current jeans and a T-shirt were soaked in sweat.
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1 HOUR LATER
A man stood alone in the room, looking down at his cellphone to read a text message. He took a deep breath, while hearing the sound of high heels stomping loudly from behind him. The man was Todd, one of Britney's most trusted bodyguards. He had been working for her now for almost two years. Beginning as a simple boy toy with benefits before elevating himself to the role of a bodyguard. Britney had made his dream come true two years ago, when she hired him and they began a relationship with benefits. He was more than just a man she could fuck from time to time. He was just the right man who could handle her like no other.
Britney walked beside him, ignoring the fact that he was busy texting at the moment. Todd wore a black suit with matching black pants and a pink undershirt. He often remained close to Britney at all times, as he was one of her most trusted bodyguards. From time to time, he handled other jobs for her regarding information and setting up dates. He remained loyal to her, ever since the first night they spent together where she drained his balls of every last drop of cum. It was two years ago at this point, but didn't matter. Todd was a man who spent most of his life fantasizing about the chance to one day working for her, now he was living the dream. Outside the front door of the penthouse suite, a knock was heard. Todd raised his head, glancing to Britney.
"That must be him."
"Yeah, go on to the bedroom hun so you can listen!"
Her voice hissed almost into a whisper. Todd followed her command, quickly walking out of the large living room and into her bedroom. He was here for a reason, to listen in on this conversation between Britney and Dante. The blonde pop singer had a plan up her sleeve, but she wanted to see how daring Dante could be first. He had the proper looks for a nice boy toy, but she had to tempt him, just to see how far his desires went. She stood wearing a black shirt over some matching polka dotted shorts. Britney walked towards the door and opened it, giving a big smile to Dante.
"Hi, Dante! Glad that you could make it, come on in."
If one could appear nervous, the look on his face told quite a story. The long elevator ride up the top floor had sent his mind into a frenzy. It didn't matter that Dante had met Britney a couple times in the past. He had been witness of the rumors, as he knew this meeting was not just for small talk. Stepping into the penthouse suite, he watched as she closed the door behind them. His eyes wandered over the massive space of her large penthouse. It was much bigger than his own hotel room.
"Wow, this place is huge. It's like three times bigger than my room."
"Yeah, it's quite big! I like to live like a queen, if you know what I mean!"
She giggled. The sound of her laugh was enough to make him come back down to earth, loosening up his nervous tensions. Britney continued speaking.
"So, I've been wanting to ask you something Dante. You're a good looking guy, you have a girlfriend?"
He shook his head.
