Still wondering about Ms. Spears

"Feeling a bit better now, thanks to you," Christina said. She gave Paris a quick peck on Paris' cheek before getting up to the side of the bed.

However, Paris could tell she was still a bit moody and thought it had to do with her fellow pop princess still. The heiress quickly thought of something and said, "Hey, Christina, why don't you wait for a little bit. I have an idea and I'll come back and get you when I get things laid out for you."

Before Christina had a chance to reply, Paris got up and bounded to the door and was quickly through it. Christina was puzzled by what was just said, but sighed and decided to wait.

Meanwhile, Paris quickly made her way to Britney's suite and knocked on the door. The pop princess quickly answered it and Paris asked, "Hey, Brit. Just came by to check on you. Mind if I come in?"

"Sure, not at all," Britney replied. She allowed the heiress to enter before closing the door behind her. "I was just unpacking a bit and thinking what to do. I haven't had much to eat as of late, so I hope whatever eateries you have here are good."

"They are," Paris said. "You will enjoy them. I hire the finest chefs from around the world to cater to my lunch and dinners. However, that isn't what I think you need right now."

Britney stopped as she was walking back toward the dresser next to the bed. She turned and looked quizzically at Paris.

"You look tense and tight," Paris said. "It must be the long plane ride. Your muscles are probably a little locked up. Why don't I get a masseuse for you. Go ahead and strip yourself and lie on the bed."

Britney paused. "Well, I am a bit tight from sitting through that long plane ride. Okay, I guess a massage would do me good."

"Great, let me place a call," Paris said. She quickly went to a corner of the room as Britney started to disrobe.

However, instead of placing a staff call, Paris called Christina's room. She quickly got an answer and said, "Chrissy, wait five minutes and then grab a robe to wear and head over to Brit's room." Before getting a response, Paris hung up and turned to see that Britney was getting on the bed.

As Britney divested herself of her panties and bra, she asked, "Do I need a robe or something to cover myself, Paris?"

"No, dear," Paris replied. "Sometimes, massages are better if it simply the skin and not some layer of clothing that dilutes the effect. Here, the masseuse won't be up for another few minutes. Why don't I be a good friend and help get things started. You look as you need to relax right away."

Britney being the naive girl she is saw nothing wrong with this. She laid on her front as Paris came over and began to rub down the girl's back.

Paris had enough massages in her life to know how to do one of her own somewhat decently. She worked along Britney's back and legs while humming to herself and getting the girl nice and relaxed.

Soon there was a knock on the door. Paris quickly reacted, "That's the masseuse. Brit, why don't you turn over. Here is something to cover your eyes. It will help you relax more."

"Thanks, Paris," Britney said, excepting the eye cover and putting it on before turning over onto her back.

While she was doing that, Paris was letting Christina into the suite. She put a finger to her lips to halt the girl from speaking, then closed the door and led Christina to the bed where a naked and prone Britney laid unaware.

Christina gasped as she saw Britney's nude form lying there. Paris whispered into her ear," Okay, here is what we're going to do."

After forming the plan, the two girls approached Britney and climbed onto the bed. Paris called out, "I'm still here, dear, helping out with the masseuse."

Then four sets of hands laid on Britney and soon the rubdown began in earnest. Britney felt her legs and arms receive some rubbing, but then the hands were beginning to roam along the chest. She realized she was being felt up some and tensed up.

"Relax, dear," Paris' voice called out to her. "Just enjoy this experience." The girl did so, easing her body and allowing the hands to go where they please.

Christina was enthralled by the form on the bed. Her hands roamed over one of Britney's breasts. She couldn't resist and started to playfully tug at the nipple, while the other hand trailed along the stomach.