Just as quickly as both starlets, you realize exactly how big of a story this is. Spears and Lopez as lesbian lovers in headlines would bring a lot of money your way. Of course, you could probably extract even more through blackmail. Besides, you didn't have any real evidence beyond your own word, for now. Not to mention there might be other perks in keeping the story confidental, you think to yourself as you look at Jennifer's ample breast.
"You caught me. I'm a reporter", you tone as you step back from Jennifer, who flashes you a wicked look of disgust. Britney, on the other hand, only gasps loudly as she drops the towel she has been using to conceal herself. "But I'm willing to work with you", you add as both you and Jennifer glance over at the now-nude Britney. The young starlet has definitely kept in shape: Her pert breasts stick out attentively, while her flat abdomen leads to a small, freshly-trimmed triangular patch of blond pubic hair. Her legs, like the rest of her body are toned and trim, and though she is tanned, she has no visible tan lines.
"I knew it", Jennifer says, shaking her head, and looking back at you. If looks could kill, you knew at that moment you'd be cremated. You can also see Jennifer's entire world crumbling around her as she comes to the realization of how detrimental this story could be. You also realize at that moment that Jennifer would also probably be willing to do anything to make sure that story didn't come out, including having you killed. Between her and Britney, they had more than enough money.
"Well, what is it you want? Money?", you hear from Britney, who finally realizing her nudity, is sliding on a black thong, and holding the rest of her clothes, which had been disgarded by the bed.
"First, I want to guarantee to both of you this will never go anywhere as long as you make me happy," you say, trying to calm Jennifer down a little as you can already see plots flowing through her mind. Jennifer only glimmers at you, while Britney, having finished putting her thong on, stops dressing any further, and looks sideways at you.
"What do you mean by that?", Britney questions, and is quickly cut off by a look from Jennifer. "Shut up, Britney. What he means is he wants us for his bitches," Jennifer says, looking back at you. "Am I right?" she asks, putting her hands on her hips.
"Exactly," you reply sheepishly. "I'm not worried about money," you add, trying to sound confident in your request. Both women stand there, staring at you for a moment, then look at one another. Britney merely shrugs her shoulders, before Jennifer turns back to examine you.
"Can we have a second in private to discuss this?", Jennifer ask, as Britney steps up beside her, her now-erect nipples rubbing against her friend's arm.
Complying, you allow them to go into the bathroom. Though you can't hear what's being said, it's definitely excited and emphasized. Meanwhile, you're left wondering exactly what you might have gotten yourself into. |