Going with Britney and Dan

After asking permission and getting it from Barbara, Dan escorted Tifa and half-carried Britney unto a waiting limousine. They got in with Dan in between the two lovely ladies and was grinning like a little boy. Neither of them spoke until they reached a mansion that nearly overlooked the city.

They went through the gates, parked outside, then got out. It was big and its features were the same as those Tifa saw on TV. So this Dan Clark wasn't just an ordinary Hollywood hotshot.

"Welcome to my estate, Ms. Lockheart. And my home," Dan said as a butler/chaffeur whom Dan called his wardopened the large double doors. The inside of the mansion was expansive and Tifa figured that there were probably more rooms here than she could count.

Dan looked at the ward. "Roger, could you kindly bring Britney to her room? She has had too much to drink again."

"At once, sir," answered the well-uniformed ward who appeared the same age as Dan. After a good-bye glance at Tifa (and a short look at her breasts) he did as ordered.

When they have gone, Dan turned his attention back to Tifa. "Come now my dear. I'm sure the night and the ride here has been tiring. You wish to bathe?"

"Oh yes, I do," Tifa replied without hesistation.

Dan grinned. "Ok then." He took her hand and led her up a flight of stairs and into one the big rooms. He pointed at the shower and the cabinet. "There are clothes in there for guests. Pick anything and take your time. I'll be in the living room." With that, he left her.

Tifa was surprised at how kind her host was but she did not complain. Her early training had taught her to be wary and it kicked in now. She felt she was being watched but dismissed it as fatigue. After untying her long brown hair and letting it fall freely unto her back, she then began undressing.

Her high heels were kicked off first. Then she pulled each suspender off, letting them fall on her sides. She then unbuckled the belt that held her tight micro mini-skirt. She pulled it down to reveal white see-through panties. After kicking the skirt aside, Tifa suddenly paused, as the nagging feeling of being watched came back. She looked around the room, then shook her head.

Feeling silly at her paranoia, she continued by taking off her sports bra, which went over her head and was tossed unto the bed. Her beautifully-shaped breasts came into view immediately. She massaged them a little as if soothing them after being restrained by the bra. She was surprised to find her nipples jutting out as if excited.

As she thought about that, her panties were taken off, lifting one sexy leg then the other to be free of the underwear. Her womanly slit between her legs was very visible as she made it a point to shave the pubic hairs on that portion.

After setting her clothes unto the bed, she finally grabbed a towel and stepped inside the luxurious bathroom for an equally luxurious hot shower. With gentle and swift movements, her hands went over her body as warm water splashed down. She kept her eyes closed as she savored the refreshing feeling of the bath.

Little did Tifa know that her earlier hunch was correct after all. The room, like every portion of the house and the estate, were lined with hidden circuit TV cameras. In the main monitor room, Dan Clark had eagerly watched Tifa's strip down and was now getting a view of the young woman bathing.

He found it hard not to pleasure himself at the scene, but was saving his strength for later. He then wondered what it would be like having his hands roam down that wonderful body of hers!

"So how's Britney?" Inquired Tifa as she sipped at a glass of wine.

"Sleeping," answered Dan. "She's had a very tiring day after all. Interviews, charity appearances, album promotions. She is a very busy girl. What about you, Tifa? You don't seem a bit tired, knowing your job is an all-nighter."

"I'm a light-sleeper, remember," she replied as she placed her glass down and ran her hand through her hair now tied in a ponytail. They were in the balcony on the second floor and the wind was blowing lightly.

"The wet look suits you," Dan complemented. Tifa thanked him for that with a smile. "Do you work out a lot. Britney works out too, but you seem different from the other athletic girls, even if it does not show."

Tifa was flattered and her blushing cheeks showed it. "Yes I do work out. I'm into tough sports. Rock climbing, scuba diving, hang gliding, sky diving. The works." Tifa did not mention unarmed combat thinking he'd just make fun of her.

Dan put his own glass down and gazed at Tifa's body. She was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. She was dressed in a white polo shirt whose front slit barely covered Tifa's cleavage and was so short, that the bottom part of her hips nearly showed. The sight gave him a bigger hard on now, than when he was watching her strip and bathe throught the monitors.

Tifa had noticed Dan's admiration of her body but did not say a word. Finally, the question she dreaded was asked. "So have you considered my offer. Not that I'm hurrying you or anything. Honestly, I'm wild about your body. I'm wild about you, Tifa. I'd really appreciate it if you agree to work with me and my company."

When Tifa did not respond, Dan continued. "Roger is already working triple-time with all his chores and responsibilities. No, don't get me wrong. I don't need you as a maid. I need you for two jobs. First, I need a bodyguard. After all, you are skilled in the martial arts, are you not, and a woman will never be suspected of being a fighter."

Tifa looked flustered and not because of the wine. The opportunity had presented itself too fast and it confused her somewhat. She opened her mouth but no words came out. She had no idea how Dan could have learned about that secret of hers.

"Second," Dan went on. "You will make an excellent model for Naked Truth, Inc.

I won't **** you to do anything against your will. I'll ask your permission if you'd like you're made to do or not. I won't hold anything against you." Dan went on to explain what Naked Truth Inc did. They mostly did nude photo shoots and softcore videos. However, they also ventured into the realm of hardcore porn. No sick fetish, gay, or violent stuff. Again, he explained to Tifa, should she sign up, she won't be **** to do anything she did not like.

When Dan had finished, Tifa remained silent. She stood up then walked towards the ledge and looked out into the lights of the city. The bodyguard thing, she can accept with little hessitation. But a porn model?

"What about Britney? If you don't mind me asking, what does she have to do with this? Did she sign up with your company?" Inquired Tifa.

Dan shook his head. "Britney is not one of my models. Not officially. I take photos of her nude and even in some sex scenes. Most of them with me as her partner, though I do share her with Roger and some friends of mine." That part surprised Tifa. "Of course, I promised that I'd never release them to the public. Me and all those involved are sworn to secrecy. Young and not-so-innocent Britney does have a public image to keep. It's solely for company --- viewing I should say."

"Oh," Tifa muttered.

"And of course, you get to watch while she 'works.' She enjoys it a lot. I assume you will too," Dan added.

Again she the thought of flaunting her body and sexual exploration excited. She then thought if she was simply finding an excuse to get **** on her boyfriend for dumping her.

I'll show him! She finally admitted. It seemed like a poor excuse to get back at the guy who dumped her, but emotions were emotions. Besides, venturing into porn sounded fun. It was something she had never done or even thought of doing before. Tifa spun around, her mind made up. "Alright. I'm in. What do I have to sign?"

That was fast, thought Dan. "Excellent. But the papers can wait. I like sealing contracts through --- other means." He got up from the chair, trying desperately to hide his hard on from beneath his bath robe. Only then did Tifa realize how tall Dan was. At six foot one with muscles to match.

Tifa saw it just the same and realized how he must be feeling for her. She was unable to resist when he held both her hands, then pulled her close to him. Their bodies touched and both could feel the heat through their meager clothing. Dan's arms quickly wrapped around Tifa's slim waist. She in turn wrapped her arms around his neck. His mouth came upon hers, forcing her lips open with his tongue. Tifa complied and allowed him to probe into her mouth. His tongue darted in eagerly seeking her own tounge.

She had never been kissed before, not even a light one on the lips. Because of that, she surrendered to this very first one utterly, accepting whatever was given to her, and giving back as much as she received. Her responses to his kisses made Dan wanting her more. He continued running his hands over her body covered only by the thin polo shirt. His lips let go of hers only to nibble on her neck, pleasuring her some more.

The kissing and hugging lasted for several minutes, with both of them pausing only to take deep breaths. When her lips were finally released, Tifa made her confession. "Dan, you'll never believe this, but --- I'm still a virgin."

Now it was Dan's turn to feel surprised. "That's no problem. I'll be gentle with you and I'll teach you what I can. Just like with Britney." When Tifa looked at him disbelievingly, he continued. "Yes, Tifa. I'm the one who took Britney Spears' virginity."

"So that's it then. We're going to have sex," Tifa said. "Are we going to do it here?"

"I told you that I'm not going to **** you into anything, Tifa. It's your choice," Dan said.

It would be fun to have sex on a secluded balcony. Then again, Tifa figured that a bedroom would be cozier and warmer.