Though this story is a work of fiction, it has been meticulously researched to be as close to reality as possible, based on actual events and information on the celebrities involved. ***
It all started on June 12th, 2002. That was the day that Britney Spears came to Phoenix to perform at America West Arena. I watched from backstage with Britney's cousin and best friend, Laura Lynne Covington. We thought it went well, just like all her performances. Of course, perfectionist that she is, Britney had her own feelings about it.
After the show, Laura and I were waiting in Britney's dressing room when she came storming in. Britney was still wearing her outfit from the show, a sparkly black outfit that exposed her bare stomach. The long black coat swirled around her as Britney stormed over to to the table where she had an assortment of snacks. She ignored the hot dogs and crackers and went straight for a package of Marlboro cigarettes.
It turned out that the platform Britney was supposed to ride up in didn't work, and they had to bring a ladder on stage to get her down. We both thought the show had been great, anyway, but Britney couldn't deal with even minor glitches.
I was trying to think of something to say to lighten the mood when Harvey Carter, Britney's chief of security on the tour, stuck his head into the dressing room. He said there was a woman outside who said Britney was expecting her.
Britney exhaled smoke as she made a face. "Ugh, like I wanna meet somebody now. Tell her to go away."
Laura never could tell me why afterwards, but for some reason she interrupted. "Who is she?"
Harvey looked down at his clipboard. "She said her name was Jenna Jameson."
Britney's eyes almost popped out of her head as she whipped around to face him. "Oh my god, Jenna Jameson's here?"
Of course, I knew Jenna Jameson, just like every red-blooded American male. She's one of the most famous porn actresses in the business. I'd never seen her adult movies, but I saw her on "The Man Show" and on the E! channel a few times.
I almost thought I'd heard Britney wrong until Laura blurted, "You invited a porn star to your concert, Bit-Bit?"
Britney stamped her foot. "Oh, come on. You know I love her movies. Jenna lives in Phoenix, I had to. I sent her the invite, like, months ago, but I never heard from her. I totally thought she blew me off, until I saw her backstage during the sound check. I couldn't get away to talk to her, but I was hoping she'd come by after the show."
Britney ran over to her mirror and began primping her long blonde hair with her fingers.
At that point, I was at a loss for words. I had heard some of the others talking about how Britney liked to watch lesbian porn with her friends, but never followed up on it. Frankly, it was none of my business.
Britney wiggled her fingers at Harvey. "Okay, like, send her in."
Harvey nodded and left the room. A few seconds later, Jenna Jameson walked into the dressing room.
She looked different in person. She was beautiful, of course, with a Barbie doll face and long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. But instead of the high heels and sexy clothes she wore on camera, Jenna was wearing white sneakers, low-slung blue jeans, and a pink Britney Spears T-shirt. The shirt still had creases in it, so it looked like she just bought it. I could see the edge of a dragon tattoo peeking out on her neck and disappearing under her shirt.
What really surprised me was how short she was. Jenna couldn't have been more than five-foot-four. Britney towered over her, but only because she was still wearing her high heels from the concert. Without the heels, they would have been the same size.
Jenna looked around the room until her eyes settled on Britney. Her eyes widened as she clasped her hands over her ample chest. "Oh my God, Britney, it's really you. Oh, I love you, I loved the concert so much."
I grinned. "Toldja it was great, Britney."
Britney ignored me, taking both Jenna's hands in hers and squeezing them. "Oh, thank you. Oh, Jenna, I love you, too. I have, like, all your movies. You are so awesome and you're so pretty."
"No, you're so much prettier than me," Jenna moaned. "I love your hair."
I watched the two of them fawn over each other for the next few minutes, trying to keep from laughing at Jenna Jameson, queen of porn, and Britney Spears, ultimate pop star, gushing over each other. It was hard to tell which of them was more excited to meet the other.
The scene was so wild that it took a minute before anyone noticed the tall man who had walked in with Jenna. He just stood there, grinning at the scene.
Jenna slipped her arms around the taller man's arm. "Oh, this is my fiance', Justin Sterling."
Britney laughed and bounced on her heels. "Oh, I totally know you. Like, I saw you in Jenna's movies."
Justin laughed and held out his hand to shake Britney's. "Nice to meet you. I'm a big fan, too."
"Not as big as I am," Jenna piped up.
We went around shaking each other's hands and making introductions. When things quieted down, Jenna produced a pen and her program from the concert. "Could I get your autograph?"
"Oh, sure." Britney pushed away the program and plucked a glossy photograph from the table. She signed her name on it with a practiced flourish and handed it to Jenna. "But only if I get yours too."
Jenna patted the pockets of her jeans. "Oh fuck, I didn't bring any pictures."
"It's okay, just sign mine." Britney slipped another glossy onto the makeup table.
Jenna giggled and carefully wrote her name on the photo. "I'll write it on your boobs. That way, you'll know where I wanna be."
Everyone laughed, although I had to force it a little. It was only then that I picked up on the sexual tension going on between Jenna and Britney. This was more than just a meet-and-greet.
When she handed back the photo, Jenna held up her hands. "Oh, you wanna go hang out with us? I know the best club in Phoenix. It seriously rocks."
"That'd be like, totally, awesome. Lemme change real quick. You can give Laura directions and I'll meet you over there." Britney scurried over to her wardrobe and began unbuttoning her long black coat.
We all left the dressing room and Jenna told us about the AXIS-Radius Nightclub in Scottsdale. By the time she gave the directions for the club and left, Britney had already changed into a pink halter-top and jeans. She also wore her "disguise," what she wore whe she didn't want to be recognized; a large pair of granny glasses and a big Chicago Bulls cap. Britney, Laura Lynne, and I slipped out the back entrance into her Mercedes 500SL and left for the club, unnoticed by the throngs of fans out front.
We arrived at the club about ten minutes after Jenna, who had already gotten us a table at the Amber Lounge, the VIP area of the club. I alternated between dancing with Laura and sitting in one of the booths, talking to Justin over beers. Justin had some interesting and occasionally funny stories to tell about the porn industry.
The whole time, Jenna and Britney were on the mahogany dance floor, dancing together non-stop. It didn't take long for the dancing to turn sexual with Jenna running her hands over Britney's hips and grinding her butt into Britney's crotch. At first, Britney laughed and tried to make a joke out of it. After a half-hour, Britney was responding in kind, until the two of them were in each others' arms, eyes locked, grinding. It was clear that Jenna wanted Britney bad, and the feeling seemed mutual.
After an hour, they returned to our booth holding hands.
Jenna pointed over her shoulder. "We're gonna go back to my place. I wanna show her my new video. You guys wanna come?"
By then, it was way past midnight. I was exhausted and I told them so, begging off. But there was another reason. From the look that Britney gave me, I could tell she didn't want company.
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