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."
Britney laid her towel on the floor, and she laid on it. God, she wasn't shy. There she was laying face down nude on her towel. I was lost in the moment.
"Are you ready?"
"What? Yeah sure."
I had a thought. A dirty thought. "Nah! Its just a friendly massage. It won't go any further.," I said to myself. My overly horny self. I grinned mischievously. I reached in my purse and got some massage oil. I put some oil on Britney's back and started rubbing it on her.
"Mmmm, it smells so sweet."
As I rubbed Brit's back, I was getting so wet. Brit was approving. I couldn't believe that I was in Britney Spears dressing room, she was spread out on a towel, and I was giving her a massage.
"Okay, all done!" I said in relief.
"Your turn!"
"What?"
"Get a towel, an lay on it I'm going to give you a massage."
I laid down a towel, pulled my shirt up, and told Brit I was ready.
"No you're not."
"Why do you say that?"
"If I had to be nude, you have to be nude."
"Okay."