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. |
See for info & disclaimer: Chapter 1
Chapter 4 - I’m A Slave 4 U
(F/F, D/s, blackmail, light BDSM, humil, anal, reluc)
Christina woke up disoriented -- something felt… different. Slowly opening her eyes, she tried to figure out what it was exactly that threw her off.
It didn’t take her long to figure out that not only isn’t she in her own bed, but someone’s lying beside her. Raising herself up on one elbow, she suspiciously glanced down at her unexpected bed partner.
A big smile broke out on her face as she recognized the long blonde hair and innocent features of Miss Britney Spears and began recalling last night’s events. ‘So that wasn’t just some X-rated dream!’
Reaching out, Christina tenderly stroked her lover’s soft blonde locks… Looking across the length of the singer’s sleeping form a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. With a quick movement, she threw back the bed covers, exposing Britney’s totally nude body to her eager eyes.
The cool draft of the air-conditioning against her naked form shook Britney from her slumber. Her sleepy eyes blinked against the bright daylight in the room, growing big the moment she spotted a smug-looking Christina Aguilera hovering over her. She managed to look even more startled when her eyes dropped from her rival’s face and she suddenly found herself staring straight at the blonde singer’s naked boobs. A few seconds later, her gaze automatically shifted to the neat triangle of hair between the Latino’s legs; as she stared at the singer’s slit a light flush coloured her cheeks.
“’morning, lover!” Christina perkily greeted her.
Startled, Britney quickly returned her eyes to Christina’s face. Seeing the singer’s knowing smile, her face turned bright red realizing that Christina had caught her gawking at her naked body.
The older singer giggled and stroked her hair. “No need to feel bashful, Brit. You can look at my pussy and tits all you want; I certainly had no issues getting an eyeful of your goodies,” Christina concluded with a tiny nod to her naked form.
“I’M NAKED?!” Britney squealed surprised, and hurriedly brought her right hand down to cover her bald slit while using her left arm to shield her ample breasts from Christina’s investigative eyes.
Christina rolled her eyes. “Oh, c’mon! Gimme a break! Don’t tell me that after everything we did last night you’re suddenly gonna go all shy on me?”
Britney looked up with big innocent eyes while modestly keeping her naked charms covered. “Whaddaya mean? What did we do last night?”
The blonde’s eyebrows raised in question. “Are you saying you don’t remember?! Because you seemed pretty awake during most of it, especially when you were grinding your pretty little pussy in my face.”
Britney’s mouth fell open and her cheeks turned a darker shade of red. “OhmyGod!” she gasped, “You mean that we’ve actually…” her voice trailed off as Christina nodded enthusiastically.
“Oh yeah!” Christina replied with a devilish smirk on her face. “We had a gay ol’time together: Me playing with your pussy and tits while we showered until you came all over my fingers, and after that you posed naked on the bed for me, showing me every inch of that tight, teenage bod--”
“YOU’RE LYING!!” Britney vehemently replied. “You’re a lying little skank! I would never do those kinda twisted things. I’m not a slutty sinner like you! I’ve had a proper Christian upbringing and--”
The blonde superstar fell abruptly silent as Christina waved a couple of Polaroids in her face. Polaroids that showed Britney lying naked on the bed with her legs spread wide, her bald pussy prominently on display, as well as some even more shocking photos of her on her hands and knees spreading her butt-cheeks and fingering her asshole.
“How…? What…?” Britney stuttered, staring wide-eyed at the pictures.
“Just think of the kinda headlines these could get,” Christina thought out loud while teasingly waving the pictures right in front of the singer’s face, “Britney bares it all! -- She’s REALLY not that innocent! -- Popular pop star shows pussy!”
Christina quickly pulled the photos out of reach as Britney made a quick grab for them.
“Tut, tut,” she admonished the younger blonde, wagging a finger in her face. “If you want these pictures then you’ll have to earn them first.”
Britney nervously licked her lips while staring at the incriminating photos. “Earn them, how?” she questioned with a strained voice.
“Oh, nothing to strenuous,” Christina casually declared, shrugging a little, “you just have to be my sex slave for the entire day. After that, you get the Polaroids, and can keep on pretending that you’re a good little Christian girl who doesn’t believe in sex before marriage.”
For an entire minute, Britney gaped silently at the smiling singer before finally asking, “And what happens if I refuse?”
The Latino shrugged again. “Then you’re risking the unfortunate possibility that these revealing photos will suddenly start appearing in every major tabloid newspaper in the world.”
Taking a deep breath, Britney tried to stare the other girl down. “This sounds an awful lot like blackmail, Christina.”
Christina met the Southerner’s stare unperturbed and shot back a cheerful smile. “Well, that’s probably because it IS blackmail, Britney. Question is: whaddaya gonna do about it?”
Britney bit down on her lower lip, seemingly lost in thought.
“Mmmm, there are some really juice snapshots of your snatch in this collection that would have your entire male fanbase creaming in their pants -- and a large group of your female fans as well,” Christina casually noted while browsing through the pictures.
Looking up, she shot a mischievous smile at the Southerner. “Tick-tock, tick-tock… time’s awasting, Brit… What’s it going to be? Gonna let me have my way with you? Or am I gonna have to perform a Britney Spears image adjustment with the help of these photos.”
Britney lowered her eyes, a defeated look appearing on her face.
Christina smiled inwardly, sensing that she won her bluff, and would soon be fucking all three of lil’ Britney’s -mostly- virgin holes.
“Fine!” Britney morosely replied. “In exchange for the pictures you took of me, I’ll be your slave for an entire day -- providing you don’t bring anyone else into this! And keep it a secret between us.”
“It’s a deal!” Christina grinned. Reaching out, she grabbed the blonde’s left hand and shook it. “Ya know, Britney… I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
Britney narrowed her eyes and her face turned slightly purple.
“Gawd! You’re such an incredible bitch,” she exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief and disgust.
“Yeah, I know,” Christina admitted. Giving the blonde a little wink, she raised her right arm up and lifted the singer’s left hand she’s still holding, thereby once again revealing the superstar’s spectacular tits to her hungry eyes. “But for the next 24 hours, you’re going to be MY bitch.”
*****
After having ordered room service, clearing her schedule with her manager, going to the bathroom two times, and eating breakfast, Britney was all out of excuses. Leaving her with little choice but to follow the terms of the agreement she’d made with Christina, and obey the twisted blonde’s perverse wishes.
One of the first orders she received was to change into a special outfit that Christina made magically appear from the pink suitcase she’d brought with her.
Britney’s eyes grew big as she instantly recognized the clothes to be an exact copy of the slutty schoolgirl outfit she wore in the clip “Baby…One More Time”, only without the underwear.
Christina smiled slyly as she handed it to her. “You wouldn’t believe how much my lovers love it when I wear this outfit.”
‘Oh, I’m pretty sure I do!’ Britney thought to herself as she eyed the outfit, recalling some of the kinky shows she’d put on for her very appreciative boyfriend. Switching her gaze to Christina, she shot the singer a questioning look. “So… do you want me to change into it here, while you watch?”
“No, I want you to change in the bedroom,” Christina instructed, “and I also want you to put your hair in pigtails -- same as in the clip. Once you’re ready, knock on the door and I’ll put on the song, “Baby… One more Time”, which will be your cue to dance your way into the room.”
An impish smile appeared on the Latino’s lips while picturing the sexy scenario she’d come up with. “While performing your sexy little dance for me, you’ll slowly strip off your clothes. Make sure you time it just right that by the end of the song you’ll only be wearing your shiny black shoes and white knee socks… During the second song, I want you to dance around in the buff, shaking your bare ass and big titties for me.”
The Southerner blushed lightly at that and Christina narrowed her eyes. “Remember that I’m not one of those screaming 11-year olds who inhabit your concerts, so make sure that you put on the most depraved performance you’re capable of. Aside from shakin’ your stuff, play with your pussy and tits for me -- make it so damn sexy that by the end of the song I’ll be close to creaming my panties without having even touched myself.”
A wicked smile curled Christina’s lips. “A little warning: If I think you’re holding back then I’ll whip your pretty little ass… until it’s as red as your face is right now.”
By now, Britney was fidgeting nervously with a bright blush on her cheeks.
“And when the third song starts, you’re gonna give me a lap dance… and we’ll improvise the rest,” Christina finished.
‘Whoa! Sounds like she put a LOT of thought into this.’ Britney thought, a bit dazed by the depraved singer’s demands. Then something occurred to her that put a tiny smirk on the Southerner’s lips. “A-HA! If you’re gonna play “Baby… One more Time” that means you own my CD,” she stated triumphantly.
“Of course I do… I’ve several of them actually,” Christina sweetly replied, “I need something to place my drinks on, don’t I?”
‘Ouch!’ With a slight scowl on her face, Britney headed for the bedroom. ‘I really should’ve seen that one coming.’
Taking off the clothes she’d been temporarily allowed to wear, she started putting on the ‘naughty’ schoolgirl uniform. ‘This kinda takes me back to some those record producers gatherings I was forced to attend at the beginning of my career…’
*****
TBC...
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