The night of the show, Britney was all prepared and set to take the stage. She hasn't heard from John since the night before stating that he would come. With just minutes to go, she was wondering if he only said that to be polite or if he really meant it. She couldn't dwell on it too much because it was almost showtime. She tossed her phone on the table, left the dressing room and walked with her assistant to the stage.

"Stupid fuckin flight! God, now she's gonna think I blew her off." John said to himself as he was in the rental being driven to the arena. He was already an hour late and getting into the city would take at least another thirty to forty minutes to get there depending on the traffic.

Aaaaaaaaaand there's the traffic

He was five miles from the arena according to his GPS but it said it'd take forty minutes to get there. He just hoped that by some miracle, the roads clear up and he gets there in time.

Luckily, it took thirty minutes and John arrived at the arena. Britney's team already were aware that he was coming so as soon as his car arrived, they wasted no time and took care of him right away. They walked him backstage and John was watching the show.

"Excuse me! Hi!"

John turned around to see a middle aged woman in all black with a headset greet him.

"Hi." he replied.

"Hi, I'm Felicia, Britney's assistant. I know you're supposed to be here but if you'd like, I could take you to her room where you can wait till she arrives." she suggested.

Actually, that's not a bad idea.

"You know what? That would be really great. Especially with that flight and the traffic." John agreed. "Great! You can just follow me." Felicia said happily and led the way.

They arrived and she opened the door before entering. John entered after her and couldn't believe where he was. He looked around and saw how simple it was. He noticed a sweet smell of vanilla filled the room and spotted the diffuser by the end table that was across from him.

"Just make yourself comfortable. There's water, coffee, snacks you can help yourself to. I'll let her know you're here as soon as she's done." Felicia told him. "Thank you. Appreciate it." John replied and Jan walked away.

There was a small couch behind the coffee table and at the end table was a small basket full of fruit.

Cute. Simple, but cute.

On the coffee table, was a carafe of water with glasses and a pot of coffee with cream, milk, sugar and artificial sweeteners. He was about to help himself to a cup and noticed something at the corner of his eye. He walked over to the makeup table and saw a picture that was resting against the mirror. It was a picture of her with her mother from when she was a teenager. He walked over and picked it up. He could see that she was happiest during that time, unlike now, and perhaps that was why she chose to carry that picture with her everywhere. He set the picture back down and spotted her phone at the end of the table.

Well what do we have here?

He looked around the room nonchalantly in case any cameras were hidden but after realizing there were none, he lifted the phone up off the table and turned it on. Much to his surprise, there was no password!

No way! There is no way someone like her would keep her phone open like that for anyone to see!

He opened up the photos app and scrolled through her pictures. It looked no different than her Instagram page: random quotes, random pictures, a few selfies of herself. Nothing too scandalous or

Wait a minute!

His eyes were glued to this one selfie photo of her. Half her bottom lip was bitten, her big innocent eyes stared right back at him and much to his surprise, she was topless! Her right arm covered her right breast partially as her hand clung to the back of her neck.

John was already getting turned on. He scrolled down and noticed several more provocative photos of her topless and nude. Mostly taken in her bedroom and on her bed. There must have been a good fifteen photos until he came across a video! He clicked it and before playing it, he made sure the volume was at a decent volume where no one else could hear it from the other side of the door.

"Hey, baby. I know you've been dying to see me and I'm sorry I can't be there right now but… I think I found a way to help you." she said seductively in the video. The camera panned down and showed her bare body before it panned back up to her face. "But since I'm all alone here and a girl's got needs… I guess I'll just have to figure out a way to please myself."

Is she going to…

In the next few seconds, Britney lays in her bed, with the camera above her face and she gives a sly look. Her eyes closed and she bites her lip in satisfaction as she begins to moan softly.

She actually did it. She filmed herself masturbating and clearly it was meant for someone.

John gulped hard and couldn't control himself. He felt himself and was hard as a rock. He selected all the nude photos and video and sent it to himself. To cover his tracks, he deleted the messages from her phone so that it didn't look like anything was sent to him. He closed the app and put the phone back where he found it before entering the bathroom to 'release' himself.

After he was done, he cleaned himself, washed his hands and exited the bathroom.

There is no way that was there accidentally. She knew I was coming tonight. She knew I'd probably be in her room. Who doesn't put a passcode on their phone? Did she… Did she WANT me to see those? Does she want me to fuck her? Or is this all just a big misunderstanding? What are you trying to tell me, Britney?

"John?"

He turned around and there was Britney standing by the door.

Fuck! Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!

"What are you doing?" she asked. "Oh, nothing." he stammered. "I heard you in the bathroom." she started and walked closer to him. "Oh?" John asked pretending to not know what she was talking about. "You don't have to pretend, John. I heard what you were doing," she said softly as she stood right in front of him. "I'm right here, John. You don't need to fantasize." she whispered. His heart began to beat rapidly. Was she really serious? She held his hand and placed it on her breast before looking right into his eyes. "Make me moan." she whispered in his ear. John pulled away and looked right at her with shock. Britney put on a cunning smile and kissed him softly. She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. John wasted no time and pressed her against the wall as he pushed his body against hers. "Don't stop, John." she instructed. He kissed her neck and heard Britney moan loudly followed by a set of giggles.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The door opened and John stood up to his feet.

Well, that was a great fantasy while it lasted.

Felicia walked in and told John that Britney was on her way. He thanked her and after she left he double checked to make sure the phone was still back where it originally was. Luckily, it was! He let out a sigh of relief and Sat back down waiting for her.

Moment later, she barged in and saw John.

"Oh, John! You made it! I didn't see you earlier!"

"Yeah, sorry for that. My flight got delayed and I literally got here like some 30, 40 minutes ago. I'm sorry." he apologized. "What? No! Don't be! You made it, right? Was everything okay? Did they give you a hard time coming or anything?"

Oh, I didn't have a hard time coming, all right.

"No, they were great. They brought me backstage. Saw you perform for a few minutes and then your assistant was nice enough to let me stay here. I don't know if you were okay with it or not. I was just sitting here the whole time waiting." he lied.

Hey, she doesn't need to know I was jerking off to her video.

Britney laughed and told him to sit and get comfortable. She offered him some water and asked what he thought of the show." I mean… I only saw one song, but it was great. I won't lie. The theatrics were really amazing." he answered. He took a sip of the water and placed it back on the coaster on the table. "Aw. Well, good, I'm glad you liked it. Even if it was just one song. I'm just sorry you flew all this way and couldn't enjoy the show." she said.

Oh, I enjoyed the show alright.

"A few minutes was better than nothing. I definitely enjoyed it." he answered with a smile. "I'm glad! Hey, can you give me a few minutes? I really need to shower and then I'm all yours." she said.

Mmmm

"Yeah, of course. Go right ahead." he said and stood up to be polite. She got up and disappeared into the bathroom while John waited.

When she returned, the two of them talked about anything and everything until they were interrupted.

"Hey, Britney? Bus is waiting. We've gotta get going if we plan to be there by morning." Felicia said to her. "Okay, thank you." she told her.

"So I guess I better go." Britney told John. "Yeah. You don't wanna be late. But hey, I had a great time. Thank you for inviting me." John told her. "Well thank you for coming. I appreciate it." Britney replied. They got up and Britney walked to the door.

There was silence and it didn't look like Britney wanted to leave. This was the first time in years that she felt comfortable in the presence of a man. To her, it sucked that it all ended so quickly. "Here, I'll walk out with you." John told her making the situation a little lighter. He opened the door for her and the two walked out together. When they arrived at the bus, she turned to face him.

"I'm sorry we didn't get to spend more time together. Tour life. You get it." Britney explained. John shook his head and waved it off reassuring her that he completely understands. "If you're bored, you know how to reach me." John reminded her and showed his phone to her. "Yeah." she said.

"Britney, let's go, it's getting late!" a voice from inside the bus called out. She got embarrassed and a little annoyed that their time was cut so short. "I guess I better go." she said softly. "Yeah. Get there safe please." he requested. "I will. Thanks again for coming, John." she said and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her and felt as though he was in paradise. He felt her arms slide down and he knew it was over. He let go and watched her board the bus before going inside. Although the windows were dark, he could barely make out the silhouette of her body walking towards the back. Just then, she saw her sit against the window and wave goodbye to him. He waved back and the bus pulled out.

Yup. I definitely love you.