A place to stay

“Hey, Britney. What can I do for you?” I try to keep my usual professional attitude, ignoring the fact I was just masturbating to this woman.

“Hey, John. Are you home?” She asks. It’s a little odd, I don’t even think she knows where I live.

“Yes I am. I’m actually just reviewing the semi-final cut for the “Baby One More Time” video.” Given the success of the original music video back in 1998, the record label thought it might be a good idea to try remaking the video with a now 18-year-old Britney. There might be less complaints from parents, and they even made it a little more risqué.

“Oh cool.” She doesn’t seem interested. “Anyways, I need help.”

Of course she does. “With?”

“I need a place to stay. A pipe broke in my mansion and flooded EVERYTHING. I’m so upset. Normally I’d go to Justin’s place, but he and the rest of *NSYNC are in Denver for their concert.”

“Ok ok, calm down. I’ll just book you a room somewhere. Does the Beverly Hills Hilton work for you?”

“I can’t just go to a hotel. This kind of thing is what poor people deal with.” The Hilton isn’t exactly a place for poor people.... “Like as soon as I get there, you know the paparazzi are gonna be making up stories. They can’t know that I have plumbing problems. That’s a poor people problem.”

“Umm sure. So where do you want to go then?”

“Can I crash at your place? I’m sure if you find a good plumber for me, I can be back in my place in only a couple of days.”

I’ve never had a client at my house before. I like to try to keep that professional relationship strictly professional. But I see her point. “Fine. I’ll send for Chives to pick you up shortly.”

“Thanks John. You’re the best!”

“I know.”