My name is Lisa Martin. I am a stripper by trade, though at the time of this story I was out of work. For years, I have had this crush, if you will, on Britney Spears. I never ever thought I would ever get a chance with her until one faithful day.
There was a casting call in the city for back up dancers for some "big name star." It called for all sexy good looking women. And I guess standing close to six feet tall, with long legs, blonde hair, blue eyes, a killer tan, and a 38C cup, I was considered one of the best. I tied out, and they told me they would be in touch Two days later, I got a call. It was the agency that sponsored the casting call. I got the job. When I asked who the big name star was, I fell out of my chair when the woman on the other end of the phone said Britney Spears! I was so excited that I had to get off of the phone....to masturbate!
A week later, it was time to shoot the video. Two days prior, were filled with dance classes. I stood out among the best as the best of them all. I was there for an hour, then she walked in the door. It was Brit. She was as sexy in person, as she was on television. I was I another world, as the dance coordinator introduced us.
"And Ms. Spears, this is one of the best dancers I have ever seen, Lisa Martin. Lisa? Earth to Lisa!"
"What? Oh sorry! Uh, nice to meet you Ms Spears."
"Call me Britney. Nice to meet you to Lisa. I can tell we are going to have a fun time today."
Oh that cheerful attitude! God I wanted her so bad!
After two days of long hours of shooting the video, it was over. I was so mad. I enjoyed have the object of my affection just mere inches away from me. We said good-bye, and Brit hugged me. God a nearly came in my panties when she did that. As I was headed to my apartment, I stopped off at an erotic bookstore. After picking up some lesbian magazines and some books filled with erotic stories to help get me off, I paid for my books and magazines, and headed for home. When I got home, I pulled out my dildo, grabbed my magazines, and came to several electrifying orgasms. I would see the women in the photographs, and imagine that it was me and Brit fucking each other's brains out.
I slept very late into the next morning. I was woke up around eleven o'clock by the phone. It was Britney.
"Hello?"
"Hello Lisa?"
"Britney?"
"Yeah its Britney. Did I wake you?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry. I have something to ask you."
My first thought in my head was: "Oh please ask for sex! Please!"
"Sure. What's up?"
"I'm hiring a new team of back up dancers for my next tour, and I want to know if you will lead it for me?"
I thought for a second: "Getting to work with the sexiest woman alive everynight? As Homer Simpson puts it:"
"Whoo hoo!"
"I take that as a yes?"
"What?"
"You just quoted Homer Simpson's "Whoo hoo!" Does that mean you're in?"
"You betcha."
Britney told me all the information I needed. Luckily, I didn't have to move, the practicing for the tour was in the same place the tryouts were. After two days of practice, we were all worn out. I was hanging out in Britney's little room she had to herself, while she was taking a shower. She came out of the shower wrapped in a blue towel. Damn, it was like she was playing mind games with my emotions, but I knew better.
"That shower helped, but my muscles are so sore."
Britney groaned. Then I blurted out something I was even shocked by.
"I could give you a massage."
Britney's answer shocked me even more.
"Okay, go for it."