A noise wakes me up

A loud crash jolts me awake. It takes a moment to get my bearings. I’m in my living room, in my recliner, a stack of disorganized papers spread everywhere. I look at the digital clock on my VCR. It’s just after midnight.

I realize the crash came from the kitchen and decide to investigate.

In the kitchen, I see her. Britney is sitting on the floor crying. A smashed bowl scattered on the floor. “Britney! Are you ok?”

She looks up and wipes a tear from her eyes. “I’m sorry about the bowl. I was just getting some ice cream and...”

“Don’t worry about the bowl. Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing. Just...”

“It’s not nothing. I’m your manager. If something is wrong, I should know.”

She takes a deep breath. I crouch down to meet her at eye level. “I was thinking about Justin. We’ve been together for two years now and still haven’t had sex.” Wow, that caught me off guard. “I know I’ve always wanted to wait til marriage, but I’m not sure if he’ll continue waiting. And even if we decide to do it, I don’t know what to do!”

I can see she’s been over thinking this whole thing. I try to calm her down. “Shhh, it’s ok. It’ll all work out in the end. And I doubt it’s a big deal. When the time comes, there may be some awkward moments, but you’ll figure it out.”

That seems to cheer her up a little. “But what if we don’t? I can’t just go into something like that with no experience.”

“Everyone does their first time.”

She thinks for a second. “But what if it’s not really my first time?” I can almost see the lightbulb above her head. “Yeah. What if I learn how to have sex first. Then, if Justin and I ever want to, I’ll already know what I’m doing. And he’ll just think I’m really good.”

I’m a little shocked at the thought process, but don’t argue. “Ok then, who is going to teach you?”

She stands up, tears drying. “Why don’t you?”

I’m shocked. “Me? You want to sleep with me?”

“Well, I want to sleep with Justin. But I want you to show me what I need to know. Like, I’ve masturbated before, but that’s different than actually having sex with someone else. Will you help me?”

I think it over. It’s a tough decision. On one hand, it’s kind of unethical to sleep with a client. On the other, the Princess of Pop herself is offering to let me fuck her. A real tough decision.

“Ok, I’ll do it.”

She wraps her arms around me in a hug. “Yay! Thank you!”

“How should we...” I trail off, not really sure where to go from here.

Britney has the answer. “Why don’t you wait for me in my room. I’m going to freshen up a little and I’ll meet you there.

“Works for me.”