Reviewing music video footage

It’s been a long day of negotiating contracts, but I’m finally home. It’s only 6:00pm, but feels so much later. I head into the kitchen and toss my keys on the counter while setting my fast food dinner on the table. I normally try to eat somewhat healthy, and as a guy in my early 30s, I don’t have the metabolism I used to, but sometimes a greasy burger just sounds good.

I set my brand new Nokia cellphone on the table next to me, just in case one of my clients calls. I grab the April 18, 2000 LA Times paper from yesterday and start skimming for anything interesting. I settle on an article about the upcoming election. It looks like it’s going to be Bush vs. Gore. I know who I’m voting for, but regardless of who wins, it’ll probably be a pretty boring presidency. Things have been going great lately.

The burger and fries are delicious. I wash my hands and head up stairs to change into something more comfortable: sweatpants and a t shirt.

Down in the living room, I grab one of the VHS tapes from my bag and put in it the VCR. The workday doesn’t end when I get home. I sit on the recliner and press “play.”

A cheap title card is displayed for a few moments: “Baby One More Time, 4/10/2000, ver. 3.1”

I watch as the card goes away and am shown the familiar scene of a bored schoolgirl with blonde pigtails sitting in class. When the bell rings, the class exits and the music begins. The blonde girl now stands in the hallway, her white button up shirt tucked up, revealing her smooth tummy.

I’ve heard the song enough times to be sick of it, but I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing her in that outfit. Despite my professional relationship, I feel myself get hard. I know I shouldn’t, but I slide my sweats down a little and grip my 6 inch cock. The scene is so hot, I can’t help but gently stroke myself.

It doesn’t take much, the music video isn’t even over, but I feel myself getting close. Then I hear it.

I rush to the kitchen to my ringing cellphone. The name across the little screen is none other than my biggest client: Britney Spears.