I’m an exhibitionist, I love being watched.

Britney laughs and climbs up on a table. She starts to dance provocatively, swaying her hips, running her hands up and down her tight, toned body, and bending over deeply at the waist. “What do I like best about being in Chyoo?” She snaps her fingers and rain falls from the ceiling. Her clothes and hair are quickly pasted to her body. Her nipples show clearly through her skimpy top.

“I love being a part of people’s fantasies.” She says as she continues to dance. “It’s such a rush to know that so many people want you. Knowing that they would do almost anything to be with you is a complete turn-on. Some of the darker stuff scares me a little, but just knowing that some guys would let me fuck them with a strapon…” She licks her lips sensuously, “It’s so dirty, so obscene, that I can’t help but get horny.”

Jon Doe pulls down his pants and starts to jack off right in front of her. “Ohhh yeah baby!” Says Britney, “I’m an exhibitionist. It’s part of the reason I wanted to become a pop star. I love the attention, I love the power it gives me.” She playfully reaches out and teases Jon by almost touching him then backing away.

“The power I have to incite desire is part of the reason I think there are so many dark stories about me. Some men can’t stand the idea that a woman could have any control over them. They don’t like the fact that they want me and feel the need to control me sexually because of it.”

“Interesting,” replies Jane Doe, “I didn’t realize that you were so deep in your observations of people.”

The water stops falling and Britney jumps off the table. “I didn’t become the pop diva I am by being completely stupid you know. I have to be observant of what people want or I’ll go the way of Tiffany or some other former star.”

Jon spurts his jizz all over Britney bare midriff. She grimaces and says, “This is part of the job I’m not crazy about. Sorry, I have get this cleaned up.” She walks off towards another table, “Christina! I have a job for you!”

Jane looks at Jon with contempt, “Can’t you keep it in your pants for five minutes?”

Jon zips up and replies, “I can, I just don’t want to. Who should we talk to next?”