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Christina's Revenge	By : Oric13 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Christina Aguilera Views: 27856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Christina Aguilera. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Christina’s Revenge
Author: Oric13
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Christina Aguilera/Britney Spears
Keywords: F/F, D/s, celebrity, blackmail, BDSM, oral, anal, reluc.
Summary: Having both been nominated for Best Female Singer, Christina loses to Britney Spears. When Miss Spears comes by to rub it in, Christina decides to get even (and then some) with Britney.

Disclaimer: This story is solely a work of fiction. It's not meant to suggest any knowledge of the sexual practices or preferences of anyone depicted in it… Also, don’t read this if you’re underage and/or aren’t allowed to by your parents/government/god/sea-monkeys.

Christina’s Revenge
by Oric13

Chapter 1 - Bitch Fest 2000
(no sex)

Pop star Christina Aguilera sullenly sipped at her rum-coke; she needed a bit of alcohol to drown away this latest humiliation. That bitch Britney bested her again! Snagging another award away right from under her nose… and not just any award! But the award for Best Female Singer!! The notion that that no-talent little crooner could even be *considered* in her vocal range was ridiculous enough, but to actually hear a panel of judges confirm that crazy notion?!

‘Un-FUCKING-believable!’ Christina said to herself while draining the rest of her glass in one long swallow. ‘She must have been giving out blowjobs to the whole fuckin’ judging panel.’

“Another one,” she told the bartender, pushing the empty glass to him.

“Awwww, is poor lil Christina drowning her sorrows with booze?” A voice behind her said.

The blonde singer stiffened. That annoying whining voice, with that hint of a Southern accent, could only belong to her nemesis Britney Spears. A quick peek over her shoulder confirmed her guess.

“Well, if it isn’t America’s favourite Lolita, Britney Spears. What are you doing here, in a bar no less, Britney?” Christina asked as she turned to face the other girl with a fake-sweet smile plastered on her lips. “It almost half past ten, kinda late for you to still be up. Shouldn’t your mommy be tucking you in right about now?”

The big smirk that was all over Britney’s face faltered, and the Southern Belle glared angrily at her biggest competitor. However, Britney Spears is nothing if not a pro, so she quickly recovered.

With a fake-sweet smile that surpassed Christina’s, and a voice that positively dripped of honey, she replied, “And shouldn’t you be in some bar picking up johns; doing some groundwork for when your already plummeting singing career is finally completely down the drain?” Britney’s eyes widened a little as she finished her sentence, and she looked around surprised as if just noticing the surroundings. “Oh wait. You already are!”

Christina’s smile turned noticeably colder, and the temperature in the room seemed to go down a few notches. “Speaking of turning tricks: did you suck the judges’ cocks one at a time or was it a sort of group thing, like shown in that short video-flick that’s all over the Internet?”

Britney’s cheeks turned a fiery red and her eyes sparkled angrily. The atmosphere in the bar was definitely getting frosty, as things heated up between the two beautiful pop stars.

“You know damn well that isn’t me in that video… and what exactly are you implying, Christina?”

“Oh… nothing you haven’t heard before, sweetie.” Christina returned Britney’s glare with an innocent look. “Just that you sucked off the entire judging panel to win this award.” Ignoring the look of murder that appeared in Britney’s eyes, she continued, “At first I figured that not even YOU would sink *that* low for some measly MTV Award, but then I realized who I was dealing with and figured that you’d probably wouldn’t change something that has worked so well to get your “singing” career started,” Christina concluded, using actual air-quotes for the word “singing”.

Drawing back her arm, Britney prepared to use her newly won award to swipe the annoying smirk from that bitch’s face… but was interrupted by the bartender who just returned with Christina’s second rum-coke.

“Whoa! Take it easy there, ladies!” Seeing Britney’s irritated look as he interrupted her intended remodelling of Christina’s face, the bartender nodded his head towards a bunch of men who were seated at the other end of the lounge, outside the VIP section.

“You’ve got an audience.”

The two divas followed his look and blanched a little when they recognized the men to be reporters.

“Thanks for the heads-up, Fred,” Christina said, giving the bartender a grateful look and a fifty. “I hadn’t noticed that those vultures followed me in here.”

“That’s because they were probably following ME,” Britney haughtily remarked.

Christina rolled her eyes. “Whatever. But since those damn paparazzi are watching us like hawks, we better play nice.”

Britney nodded in agreement. “Pretending to like you is going to be a challenge for my acting skills, but--”

“What acting skills?” Christina interrupted.

After shooting a laser-like glare at her antagonist, Britney continued, “But I don’t want to see my face plastered all over the tabloids again, so I’ll manage if you can.”

Christina nodded her assent. “I don’t want to see my face in the tabloids either, especially not if it’s right next to yours.”

Folding her arms beneath her ample (surgically improved?) chest, Britney shot Christina another glare.

Christina had the grace to look somewhat embarrassed and gave the younger blonde an apologetic look. “Sorry! Couldn’t help acting on my lower instincts just then.”

“You mean like when you perform?”

A grudging smile touched Christina’s lips. “Touché.”

Britney smirked. “OK, so now that we’re even, how about we start pretending like we’re BFFs.”

They both let out a loud, fake laugh and hugged each other.

“Bitch,” Christina whispered as she patted the blonde’s back.

“Skank!” Britney retorted while tightening the hug to a painful level.

After seeing the two beautiful pop stars give each other a big hug (something many a man would pay to see) the bartender watched with growing amusement as the girls smiled and waved at the reporters.

Christina then returned to her seat at the bar and Britney sat down beside her. Just to show that they were real friends and not just putting on an act, the girls proceeded to engage in some very enthusiastic, yet mostly meaningless chatter (as special studio-cloned celebrities they were both well-versed in the art of meaningless conversation).

Sitting there, cosily chatting with each other, they managed to act nicely for almost an entire fifteen minutes before the squabbling started up again.

“Wow, you’re really hitting back those rum-cokes, Christina!” Britney chirpily remarked. “I guess you’ll have plenty to talk about at your next AA meeting.”

“At least I’m old enough to drink, as well as being the only one able to hold her liquor,” Christina tersely replied.

“Hey! If I want to drink then I can drink all I want!” A suddenly indignant Miss Spears stated.

“Yeah, as long as it has a cute little umbrella in it, or if it says diet-coke on the bottle,” Christina answered with a condescending smile. ‘Hmm, sounds like I just discovered one of lil’ Britney’s sore spots.’

Christina’s jibe earned her another laser-like glare from Britney. “You don’t know shit, Christina. I can hold my liquor at least as well as you.”

The “Genie in a bottle” singer just smirked in reply; something that a pissed-off Britney considered to be a challenge (which is exactly what it was). Turning to the bartender (who was trying to follow the singers’ conversation without being too obvious about it) she ordered, “Give me the same that Christina is drinking.”

The man’s eyebrows raised almost an entire inch upon hearing the singer’s “request”. Not very eager to start serving alcohol to someone beneath the legal age limit, he covertly glanced at Christina for help… When he saw the singer giving him a small nod and shoving another fifty his way, he shrugged and started mixing another rum-coke.

“Very well, but if anyone asks: I was pouring the drink for Christina.”

*****

About ten drinks later, Christina helped an intoxicated Britney off of her barstool. Just as she settled the bill, a man rushed into the bar and quickly headed for the two singers. Christina recognized the man: Larry Rudolph, Britney’s devoted manager.

“Britney, sweetie! Are you okay? I’ve been looking for you all over this damn hotel,” Larry panted.

“And why shouldn’t I be okay?” the Southern singer giggled. “After all, I’m with my good friend, Christina.” She put her arm around Christina’s shoulder to indicate their friendship (and to keep from keeling over).

The manager’s mouth dropped open as he looked back and forth between his boss and -the by her many times cursed adversary- Christina Aguilera, who just stood there and smirked at him. “You… your good friend Christina?” he repeated, not sure if he heard correctly. Less than a week ago, Britney had VERY loudly proclaimed to him how much she hated “that bitch” Aguilera, and now they’re suddenly bestest buds?! There must be ice-skating in Hell today…

Britney giggled again, and nodded.

It was only then that he noticed the odour of alcohol coming from both girls, and got a pretty good idea to the cause of Britney’s strange behaviour.

“Britney… are you *drunk*?” he hissed as quietly as possible.

The pop star straightened herself as upright as she could in her current condition and gave her manager an indignant look. “And why shouldn’t I be drunk? I’m not that innocent, you know!”

Larry cringed as the inebriated singer raised her voice and quickly scanned around for any reporters. Luckily the hotel staff seemed to have taken care of that and they were mostly alone by now. However, he knew from bitter experience that it wouldn’t take long before the press got a whiff of the situation and start circling around them like vultures around a dying prey. So he should handle this newest predicament as quickly and delicately as possible.

“Yes, Britney… *I* know that “you’re not that innocent” but your fans *don’t*, and I prefer to keep it that way… and if you were sober, so would you,” he added. Damn! He should have become a corporate lawyer like his father wanted… then he wouldn’t have to deal with shit like this.

The manager sighed. “I’ll need to speak to the hotel manager to make sure that none of this leaks out to the press… but first we need to get you to your room.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Christina said, opening her mouth for the first time since Britney’s manager arrived. “I’ll help Britney to her room and into bed.”

Larry issued the suspiciously helpful singer a sceptical look. In her current intoxicated state, Britney may think of Christina as her new best friend, but he suspected some ulterior motive behind the blonde’s sudden friendship with his charge. He wasn’t someone who paid a lot of attention to the rumour mill, but he did keep out an open ear when it was about Britney’s competition. And the things he had heard about Miss Aguilera didn’t exactly bode well for his client. Basically all rumours came down to this: Christina Aguilera could be a real bitch when crossed… And Britney had crossed her on more than one occasion.

“I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea,” he started to say before he was suddenly interrupted by Britney.

“I think it’s a great idea!” the tipsy pop star said. “Christina can help me to my room, and in the meantime you can deal with the hotel staff.”

“I really don’t think--” he tried again.

“Oh, Larry! Stop worrying so much!” Britney blew off his concerns. Giving him a wave, she hooked her arm through Christina’s and let the older singer lead her away.

Larry watched them go with a chagrined look, and considered going after them… then he shrugged.

Screw this! If Britney wanted to trust that blonde bitch then she could go ahead. He was getting really fed up with running after her and acting like her fucking lapdog.

He gave the girls a final look, before turning around and seeking out the hotel manager. ‘At least they’re smart enough to use the service elevators in order to avoid the press.’

To be continued in Chapter 2 - Stripped
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