Reality (A month’s work)

Chapter 3

Justin stepped up on the porch and rung the doorbell continuously. A few seconds later, the door swung open. There stood Britney wearing a silk see through gown. “You bitch.” he stormed in her house, and slammed the door shut. “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU LIED TO MY WIFE?! HOW COULD YOU TELL HER I HARRASSED YOU?! SEXUAL HARRASSED YOU AT THAT! YOU STUPID BITCH!” he yelled.

“Justin…calm down, baby. Relax.” she trailed her hands down his chest. “It’s no big deal. I only did that because I KNEW you would come over.” he watched her head up the stairs. “Why waist time?” he shook his head pathetically.

“That’s all you think about? Getting your ass fucked. Well it’s not happening. I have better things to do than stay here and fuck your brains out. Bye, Britney.” he headed towards the door.

“Justin? I think you’re forgetting something.” she held up a set of keys. His eyes lit up.

“What?” he checked all of his pockets, realizing she stole his keys. “Damnit, Brit.” he chased her up the stairs and in a room. “Britney…I’m gonna…kill you.” he spoke angrily while moving in closer to her. She backed up against the wall as she hid the keys behind her.

“Give me my damn keys.” he spoke strongly.

“Nope. Not until you give me what I want.” she gazed at his pants.

“No way. There’s no way in the hell…I’m having sex with you. Do you realize what it will cause? I could lose my wife…my kids.”

“And do I care? No, Mister Timberlake.” she pouted playfully.

“Britney…seriously…” she threw the keys in the closet and locked the door.

“Now…where were we?” she slowly unbuckled his belt. 

“Bri…”

“Shhh. Relax…I’ll do all the work.” he watched her unzip his jeans and thrust them down.

“Britney…we can’t DO this.”

“Shut up.” she pushed him on the bed, and pulled out handcuffs. His eyes lit up of surprise.

“No. Britney…this is insane.” she handcuffed both hands to the head board, and the same for his feel to the rear board.

“Great. Now we can begin.” she removed her gown, and climbed on top of him.