Don't you recognise your agent?

"One of the maids let me in." You change your clothes into an expensive suit and add yourself to Britney's memory. "Don't you recognize your own agent?"

"Sorry," says the busty megastar as she sips her martini, "it's been a stressful morning. Hell, a stressful year."

You decide to play a game and feed a few "facts" into her memory. "Well, I have another publicity date set up for you. A British soccer player who'll get you tons of press in Europe."

"Can I fuck him?"

You smile evilly. "Britney, you know the answer to that."

"ARG!" Her ripe melons jiggle as she yells. "That's where all the stress comes from! Yeah, I know I have to stay a virgin to maintain my reputation as the world's greatest cock tease, but come on! Is it really that important?!"

"Britney..." you say calmly, "Has any singer ever released more hit songs? Has any actor ever made more billion dollar grossing movies? Has any woman ever had as many men on their knees jacking off in front of her posters?"

Britney sighs in defeat, but you don't want her giving up, so you give her a sudden shot of arousal. She tenses as you continue.

"And it's all because you're the ultimate unattainable. Flashing those tits and protecting that cooch has been a combination that's made us ridiculously rich. So you're gonna stay chaste for a long time." You up her arousal one more time.

"Fuck it," says Britney as she walks towards you. She tosses her martini glass in the pool and embraces you with a **** kiss. "I need a man. I need a goddamn cock right now and I?m taking yours."

Despite the iron rod in your pants, you push her back. "Now Britney, it'll take more than that to convince me to risk our financial future."

"Come on," the smoking hot singer sways and caresses her body like in her nastiest videos. "You know you want this. Every man wants this."

"Oh, I want it," you say, "but I want to keep making money even more."

"Fine, I'll up your percentage of what I make. You can have twenty percent instead of ten."

"Hmmm, tempting, buuuut.."

"Forty percent. Come on? Sixty. Fuck, please? Seventy percent." The gorgeous megastar looks extra hot when she pleads desperately. "Eighty percent! God, please, I'm just so fuckin' horny. Please give me some cock, I'll give you ninety percent of everything I make and I'll sign over ninety percent of everything I've gotten so far."