Do you let Britney come in and stay?

You stand there with the door open for a moment as Britney walks past you and kicks off her shoes. "God! I hate high heels!"
She walks back over and drags one finger lightly across the back of your neck. "It's a little cool outside. Why don't you shut the door?"
The door goes shut and you are alone in your house with Britney Spears.

"How can I help you, Ms. Spears?"

"Britney, please. And the question is how can I help YOU?"

You have a sudden image of pushing her over the back of the couch and ramming your hard cock into her dripping pussy.