Dirty Girls
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Britney Spears
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
23,840
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know Britney Spears. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Fueling the Fire
Title: Dirty Girls [4/?] [Fueling the Fire]
Author: Analyssa
Pairing: Britney/Christina
Rating: R.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Oh, how the players get played
Disclaimer: OMG LOLZ I DON'T OWN BRITNEY OR CHRISTINA HAHA I WISH I COULD FOR REALZ! But seriously, I don't know them, I have never met them, never really wanted to either but still. Ladies and gentlemen, they're not lesbian lovers, probably never will be. Okay, enjoy.
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Christina kicked the large stuffed panda around the bedroom aboard her tour bus over and over, there was nothing else that she could punch or kick or destroy without having to cough up a one hundred thousand dollar deposit for this fugly bus.
And there was no way in hell she was going to pay for gold railings in a bathroom or shag carpet in her room. Stupid record company and their mistakes.
She sighed as she fell onto her queen sized bed, the taste of vanilla still seemed to linger on her lips. Even after brushing her teeth countless times or no matter how many times she reapplied her watermelon lip gloss it was there.
It did seem like she was being haunted by Britney. There were the dreams that ended with orgasms and cries from the pouty little mouth of Britney, they came every night and were in IMAX sound and visual.
Christina hadn't seen her or spoken to Britney in the past two weeks, something had happened, it would seem stupid to the casual observer but not to her. She stopped listening to the voice mails and threw the gifts in a closet, tearing the cards off and hiding them.
And all because of a giggle.
Not the flirty giggle she always used to bring out for reporters and boy fans and Christina during the beginning but the one she used for family.
For her true loves.
For Justin.
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Flashback - Three years ago
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"Oh, you're being silly!"
"No, I'm not. You are the cutest girl ever." Justin smiled and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.
Christina sat off to the side in the green room, watching the duo peddle their lovey dovey act. It really truly was a sickening sight, Justin had Britney on his lap, his arms wrapped around her in that traditional 'This is my woman, stay away brothers' bit.
It made Christina sick.
"Justin, we need you." A girl peered from around the door and smiled politely at the pair.
"I'll be back, Pinky. I gotta get with the guys for this set. I'll be back faster than you can say 'I love you, Justin' a thousand times!" He joked.
She slipped off of his lap and settled over by the other arm of the loveseat, watching him leave.
"I'll be able to say it *two* thousand times, Stinky." She giggled.
Christina groaned on the inside. Stinky? Pinky? What the fuck were they? Cartoons? Thank god loser boy was leaving, now left with Barbie doll. She folded her arms over her chest, she didn't like the fact that she was now alone with her *rival* but she didn't like the idea of hanging out with the other singers or groups in the "hipper" purple room.
She pushed away from the wall and moved towards the center of the room to a table filled with lots of refreshments, including some of her favorites, booze. She smiled to herself as she grabbed a few bottles, setting them in a row, she began quickly opening them and downing them, throwing the empty's off to the side.
"That's a bit rude, don't you think? People have to clean up after you." Britney remarked, moving next to her to grab a bottle of liquor.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Princess. I didn't know you were the champion of the common man. Excuse me, while I bend down to grab them so that the poor soul who is PAID to do, doesn't have to."
She scoffed as she bent down, grabbing two of the bottles from the black carpet and turned her head, letting her eyes travel up to the short skirt Britney was wearing. Britney didn't notice that the girl below her was checking out her legs, she was too busy sipping her drink, moaning softly as the liquid hit her tongue.
"So good." She mumbled as she finished the tiny bottle.
Christina felt her stomach tighten at the sight of Britney sucking on the bottle, her lips glistening lights overhead. Holyfuckingshit.
No, she did not just think what she did.
No.
She shook away the thoughts of a moaning, groaning, writhing Britney sucking on her nipples. Those lips, the... She quickly got to her feet and dumped the empty bottle in a metal trash can that was spray painted purple. Christina rolled her eyes. Stupid Hollywood party planners.
"Now was that so hard?" Britney questioned, looking over to the girl who was still trying to wipe the image away in her head.
"Very hard." She said, glaring at the blonde who was drinking another bottle trying to ignore the sound of sucking filling her head.
"You know..." Britney took another sip and dropped the bottle in a basket on the table. "I know you try to act different from me but you're just the same. This whole act, the being bad and different from me, it's not working."
Christina stopped reaching out, cocking her head to the side, not believing what the hell the girl next to her had said. She slammed her palm onto the table, knocking a few bottles of coke off of it.
Britney jumped, startled by the noise.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She screamed, looking at Christina dead in the eye.
Christina moved into Britney's space quickly, causing her to back up slowly as she talked.
"I am different from you. I don't need to sing about being a virgin when I'm not one! I don't talk about getting married in white after I was just finger banged by my boyfriend! All your goody goody shit is fucking annoying, little miss fucks a lot."
Britney gasped as she hit the wall behind her, feeling more than a bit worried as Christina moved in closer.
"Everyone knows it, just admit it. I know *Stinky* would appreciate it, he'd be able to tongue fuck you on the balcony at three in the morning without worrying about photographers taking pics and destroying your career."
Britney didn't know why she did what happened next but the whole rambling was pissing her off and she wanted to put a stop to it. Britney hauled her hand back and smacked Christina on the cheek, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room, making it feel smaller somehow.
Christina grabbed her cheek, wincing slightly. Britney heard what could only be described as a growl and was quickly grabbed by the front of her and yanked downwards causing her to yelp and grab onto Christina's arm and waist.
"Don't you ever touch me again."
Britney nodded slowly. Christina jerked her again, bringing her face to hers.
"I'm sorry!" Britney squeaked as the blonde continued to give her a cold stare. "I'm..."
She couldn't finish her second apology because of the set of lips covering hers, it was a hard kiss. Something angry and filled with hate. She yelped as Christina shoved her into the wall, their lips parting for brief seconds before Christina latched back on, biting Brit's bottom lip.
"Oh god." She whimpered as Christina thrust her leg between hers, spreading them apart. Britney couldn't react to what was happening, it was just so fast. She should be kicking and screaming but her hands were slowly moving to the hips of the girl in front of her, gripping tightly.
And she just didn't know why she was opening her mouth, letting her tongue tangle with Christina. She moaned deeply as their breasts crushed against each other, the vibrations setting off even more desire inside Christina than she ever thought was capable.
She didn't know why she as responsive as she was. She wasn't a lesbian, certainly, she loved... what's his face. She froze whenever she couldn't even remember his name. Her boyfriend. She loved him so much and she couldn't even figure out his fucking name!
Britney shoved Christina off of her, wiping the lipstick off of her mouth and chin she ran to the door and quickly opened it without turning back to look at Christina, who was smirking as hard as she could. Britney yelped whenever she ran directly into Justin, she didn't even notice him.
"Baby, what's wrong!?" He asked, concerned by her obvious distress.
"Nothing. Let's go, okay? I wanna go home."
Justin looked into the room, he was ready to fight anyone who hurt her but he only spotted a smiling Christina who waved at him. He waved back and even gave her a little smile. He pulled his attention back to Britney and looked at her closely, her hair was in a mess and her lip gloss was gone.
He pondered that in his head for a moment but quickly brushed it away as Britney began to tug on his shirt.
"Please, let's go." She pleaded. He complied and gestured for their bodyguard to follow behind.
Christina laughed as she heard the desperation in Britney's voice.
"Oh god. She's so in the closet."
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End Flashback
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Christina looked down at the caller I.D. and threw the phone onto the bed. This whole memory from the depths didn't make her feel any better about that damn laugh.
She couldn't talk to her right now, she sat next to the phone and waited for that inevitable ding. Her voicemail.
She dialed quickly and pressed the speaker button on her phone and lowered the volume so no nosy managers could hear.
"It's me, hey. I hope you're doing alright. Um, you haven't called or anything so I don't know if any of the things I sent were actually sent. So, give me a call. I miss you."
Christina smiled a little and was ready to shut off her phone when she heard something that stopped her in her tracks.
That laugh.
She looked down at the phone and heard it again and then something she never thought she'd hear again.
"Britney, are you out here, baby?!"
That voice.
Justin was with her.
Christina felt something surge through her veins, her whole body trembled as her world went blank. If she had continued listening she would have heard another giggle and Justin asking why her phone was still on followed by a click.
But she couldn't hear it. She couldn't hear anything. She felt something coursing through her body so quickly that she wasn't sure what the hell it was and then she remembered.
That feeling.
She hadn't felt it in a while but she certainly could remember how she felt the last time it happened to her.
Jealousy.
She was jealous of Justin Timberlake.
Christina threw her cell phone across the room and couldn't care less that it had just busted in half. Anger and jealousy fueled the fire that was building inside of her. She couldn't be jealous of Justin Timberlake. He was a pussy nancy boy who liked to gel his hair so much that it was stiffer than his own dick.
She tried to calm herself down but all she could find was anger and frustration boiling inside her. She didn't like getting played or jerked around, she wasn't used to being on this end.
She spotted a small stuffed rabbit that Britney had given her a few weeks ago before that whole laugh, giggle, thing. She grabbed it and looked at it for a moment before crushing it in her palm.
Christina knew what she'd do. She'd crush Britney. She'd break her heart and turn her life into nothing until she couldn't sleep, eat or breathe without thinking of her. She'd make her hurt.... body, soul and mind.
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Don't worry kids, this isn't the end of Britney/Christina. There will be sex in the upcoming chapters, it may not be happy fluffy sex but there will be sex!
Author: Analyssa
Pairing: Britney/Christina
Rating: R.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Oh, how the players get played
Disclaimer: OMG LOLZ I DON'T OWN BRITNEY OR CHRISTINA HAHA I WISH I COULD FOR REALZ! But seriously, I don't know them, I have never met them, never really wanted to either but still. Ladies and gentlemen, they're not lesbian lovers, probably never will be. Okay, enjoy.
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Christina kicked the large stuffed panda around the bedroom aboard her tour bus over and over, there was nothing else that she could punch or kick or destroy without having to cough up a one hundred thousand dollar deposit for this fugly bus.
And there was no way in hell she was going to pay for gold railings in a bathroom or shag carpet in her room. Stupid record company and their mistakes.
She sighed as she fell onto her queen sized bed, the taste of vanilla still seemed to linger on her lips. Even after brushing her teeth countless times or no matter how many times she reapplied her watermelon lip gloss it was there.
It did seem like she was being haunted by Britney. There were the dreams that ended with orgasms and cries from the pouty little mouth of Britney, they came every night and were in IMAX sound and visual.
Christina hadn't seen her or spoken to Britney in the past two weeks, something had happened, it would seem stupid to the casual observer but not to her. She stopped listening to the voice mails and threw the gifts in a closet, tearing the cards off and hiding them.
And all because of a giggle.
Not the flirty giggle she always used to bring out for reporters and boy fans and Christina during the beginning but the one she used for family.
For her true loves.
For Justin.
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Flashback - Three years ago
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"Oh, you're being silly!"
"No, I'm not. You are the cutest girl ever." Justin smiled and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.
Christina sat off to the side in the green room, watching the duo peddle their lovey dovey act. It really truly was a sickening sight, Justin had Britney on his lap, his arms wrapped around her in that traditional 'This is my woman, stay away brothers' bit.
It made Christina sick.
"Justin, we need you." A girl peered from around the door and smiled politely at the pair.
"I'll be back, Pinky. I gotta get with the guys for this set. I'll be back faster than you can say 'I love you, Justin' a thousand times!" He joked.
She slipped off of his lap and settled over by the other arm of the loveseat, watching him leave.
"I'll be able to say it *two* thousand times, Stinky." She giggled.
Christina groaned on the inside. Stinky? Pinky? What the fuck were they? Cartoons? Thank god loser boy was leaving, now left with Barbie doll. She folded her arms over her chest, she didn't like the fact that she was now alone with her *rival* but she didn't like the idea of hanging out with the other singers or groups in the "hipper" purple room.
She pushed away from the wall and moved towards the center of the room to a table filled with lots of refreshments, including some of her favorites, booze. She smiled to herself as she grabbed a few bottles, setting them in a row, she began quickly opening them and downing them, throwing the empty's off to the side.
"That's a bit rude, don't you think? People have to clean up after you." Britney remarked, moving next to her to grab a bottle of liquor.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Princess. I didn't know you were the champion of the common man. Excuse me, while I bend down to grab them so that the poor soul who is PAID to do, doesn't have to."
She scoffed as she bent down, grabbing two of the bottles from the black carpet and turned her head, letting her eyes travel up to the short skirt Britney was wearing. Britney didn't notice that the girl below her was checking out her legs, she was too busy sipping her drink, moaning softly as the liquid hit her tongue.
"So good." She mumbled as she finished the tiny bottle.
Christina felt her stomach tighten at the sight of Britney sucking on the bottle, her lips glistening lights overhead. Holyfuckingshit.
No, she did not just think what she did.
No.
She shook away the thoughts of a moaning, groaning, writhing Britney sucking on her nipples. Those lips, the... She quickly got to her feet and dumped the empty bottle in a metal trash can that was spray painted purple. Christina rolled her eyes. Stupid Hollywood party planners.
"Now was that so hard?" Britney questioned, looking over to the girl who was still trying to wipe the image away in her head.
"Very hard." She said, glaring at the blonde who was drinking another bottle trying to ignore the sound of sucking filling her head.
"You know..." Britney took another sip and dropped the bottle in a basket on the table. "I know you try to act different from me but you're just the same. This whole act, the being bad and different from me, it's not working."
Christina stopped reaching out, cocking her head to the side, not believing what the hell the girl next to her had said. She slammed her palm onto the table, knocking a few bottles of coke off of it.
Britney jumped, startled by the noise.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She screamed, looking at Christina dead in the eye.
Christina moved into Britney's space quickly, causing her to back up slowly as she talked.
"I am different from you. I don't need to sing about being a virgin when I'm not one! I don't talk about getting married in white after I was just finger banged by my boyfriend! All your goody goody shit is fucking annoying, little miss fucks a lot."
Britney gasped as she hit the wall behind her, feeling more than a bit worried as Christina moved in closer.
"Everyone knows it, just admit it. I know *Stinky* would appreciate it, he'd be able to tongue fuck you on the balcony at three in the morning without worrying about photographers taking pics and destroying your career."
Britney didn't know why she did what happened next but the whole rambling was pissing her off and she wanted to put a stop to it. Britney hauled her hand back and smacked Christina on the cheek, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room, making it feel smaller somehow.
Christina grabbed her cheek, wincing slightly. Britney heard what could only be described as a growl and was quickly grabbed by the front of her and yanked downwards causing her to yelp and grab onto Christina's arm and waist.
"Don't you ever touch me again."
Britney nodded slowly. Christina jerked her again, bringing her face to hers.
"I'm sorry!" Britney squeaked as the blonde continued to give her a cold stare. "I'm..."
She couldn't finish her second apology because of the set of lips covering hers, it was a hard kiss. Something angry and filled with hate. She yelped as Christina shoved her into the wall, their lips parting for brief seconds before Christina latched back on, biting Brit's bottom lip.
"Oh god." She whimpered as Christina thrust her leg between hers, spreading them apart. Britney couldn't react to what was happening, it was just so fast. She should be kicking and screaming but her hands were slowly moving to the hips of the girl in front of her, gripping tightly.
And she just didn't know why she was opening her mouth, letting her tongue tangle with Christina. She moaned deeply as their breasts crushed against each other, the vibrations setting off even more desire inside Christina than she ever thought was capable.
She didn't know why she as responsive as she was. She wasn't a lesbian, certainly, she loved... what's his face. She froze whenever she couldn't even remember his name. Her boyfriend. She loved him so much and she couldn't even figure out his fucking name!
Britney shoved Christina off of her, wiping the lipstick off of her mouth and chin she ran to the door and quickly opened it without turning back to look at Christina, who was smirking as hard as she could. Britney yelped whenever she ran directly into Justin, she didn't even notice him.
"Baby, what's wrong!?" He asked, concerned by her obvious distress.
"Nothing. Let's go, okay? I wanna go home."
Justin looked into the room, he was ready to fight anyone who hurt her but he only spotted a smiling Christina who waved at him. He waved back and even gave her a little smile. He pulled his attention back to Britney and looked at her closely, her hair was in a mess and her lip gloss was gone.
He pondered that in his head for a moment but quickly brushed it away as Britney began to tug on his shirt.
"Please, let's go." She pleaded. He complied and gestured for their bodyguard to follow behind.
Christina laughed as she heard the desperation in Britney's voice.
"Oh god. She's so in the closet."
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End Flashback
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Christina looked down at the caller I.D. and threw the phone onto the bed. This whole memory from the depths didn't make her feel any better about that damn laugh.
She couldn't talk to her right now, she sat next to the phone and waited for that inevitable ding. Her voicemail.
She dialed quickly and pressed the speaker button on her phone and lowered the volume so no nosy managers could hear.
"It's me, hey. I hope you're doing alright. Um, you haven't called or anything so I don't know if any of the things I sent were actually sent. So, give me a call. I miss you."
Christina smiled a little and was ready to shut off her phone when she heard something that stopped her in her tracks.
That laugh.
She looked down at the phone and heard it again and then something she never thought she'd hear again.
"Britney, are you out here, baby?!"
That voice.
Justin was with her.
Christina felt something surge through her veins, her whole body trembled as her world went blank. If she had continued listening she would have heard another giggle and Justin asking why her phone was still on followed by a click.
But she couldn't hear it. She couldn't hear anything. She felt something coursing through her body so quickly that she wasn't sure what the hell it was and then she remembered.
That feeling.
She hadn't felt it in a while but she certainly could remember how she felt the last time it happened to her.
Jealousy.
She was jealous of Justin Timberlake.
Christina threw her cell phone across the room and couldn't care less that it had just busted in half. Anger and jealousy fueled the fire that was building inside of her. She couldn't be jealous of Justin Timberlake. He was a pussy nancy boy who liked to gel his hair so much that it was stiffer than his own dick.
She tried to calm herself down but all she could find was anger and frustration boiling inside her. She didn't like getting played or jerked around, she wasn't used to being on this end.
She spotted a small stuffed rabbit that Britney had given her a few weeks ago before that whole laugh, giggle, thing. She grabbed it and looked at it for a moment before crushing it in her palm.
Christina knew what she'd do. She'd crush Britney. She'd break her heart and turn her life into nothing until she couldn't sleep, eat or breathe without thinking of her. She'd make her hurt.... body, soul and mind.
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Don't worry kids, this isn't the end of Britney/Christina. There will be sex in the upcoming chapters, it may not be happy fluffy sex but there will be sex!