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HypnoPrank: Britney Spears

By Anynom

Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home.I know it won't really happen but it's fun to dream of, huh? Thanks to Echso for inspiration. Enjoy.

The mood inside the arena was one of anticipation, the air pure electricity. Every person inside, from the teenage girls to the middle-aged men stood, waiting for the arrival of the person they had all paid to see. The stage was set in wild lights, spotlights cutting through the crowd as everyone waited for the star to arrive. Dancers began to appear on stage, moving in carefully choreographed movements as the various cameras around the stage area began to move in, ready to catch the beginning from all angles, the technicians in the editing booth set to start cutting through the various shots they would be getting.

All in all, the Las Vegas crowd was fired up and ready for Britney Spear's first HBO concert. The kick-off for her latest tour, it would signal the beginning of Britney's new, more adult image which she had been showing for a while. Unlike some other teen singers, Britney was still riding high both in the charts and in public perception, thanks to her taking on a more mature look. Britney had recognized she was indeed a sex symbol and was ready to use it.

The concert had been hyped for months and even some of the HBO producers weren't quite sure what to expect. The billboards of Britney in an Elvis-style suit, split to her navel, had been stopping traffic on freeways and Britney had been practicing all week for her big moment. She knew she was going to be making a splash tonight and was ready for it.

As the lights dimmed, the crowd let out a war. The opening chords of "Slave 4 U," Britney's latest single, began playing as the dancers went into their moves. In the center of the stage, a platform began to rise, a shadowy figure in between two risers. The crowd roared at the well-curved figure, knowing who it was and waiting for her to go. The risers began to lower, the figure standing still until they did. At that moment, the music and dancing stopped as the spotlights came on, illuminating the figure and sending the entire arena into shocked silence.

Britney Spears stood atop the platform. She was dressed in extremely tight pants, her midriff bare to show off a decoration in her belly button. She wore a silver top, one shoulder draped with cloth, the other bare. Her blond hair billowed out behind her, a collar was around her throat, a mike attached near her mouth. But what got everyone's attention was the fact that while the left side of her chest was covered, her right breast was free and open.

The silence filled the arena, even the dancers seeming taken aback at Britney's appearance. The music started again as Britney whipped around in a spin. As she did, the velcro covering on her left shoulder came loose and there, on live television for all to see, was the sight many a man had been wanting: Britney Spears topless, her breasts bouncing as she danced about like it was perfectly normal.

Britney reattached the strap and then went into her routine, singing her song and doing the moves, the dancers following despite the looks they gave one another. She went on, unheeding of the eruption in the booth as the director told his camera men to try and get as many closeups of her face as possible, even though he knew shots of her exposed breasts would be shown. He at least hoped he could minimize the damage.

After their initial shock, the crowd tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Many parents picked up their young children and walked out immediately, muttering darkly about lawsuits for such exposure. Some, used to the wild times of Vegas, thought this actually tame. And many of the males in the audience just sat back and enjoyed the show. But none so much as the young man who calmly sat in the fourth row, smiling lightly at the sight of Britney as she moved around the stage, not seeming to notice her top exposed for all to see, giving a performance that no one would forget.

It was ridiculously easier than one would think to get close to a major music star. Even without his impressive hypnotic skills, Robbie could always get to a big starlet, thanks to some money in the right hands. Of course, the hypnosis did come in handy with some of the harder cases, the ones who wouldn't accept the cash and so he was forced to spin a spell to get to his target.

In this case, it was Britney. With her major TV special coming up, Robbie realized he was being given an excellent chance not just to get into her pants but also to give a little something to the entire male community. And it was a chance he didn't want to blow.

He actually didn't have to go too far to find Britney. As he expected, the starlet wanted to check out the sights of Las Vegas and wasn't too hard to find. She'd had a TV crew with her for a while, shooting some stuff for the special to go with the concert but had let them go and elected to go on her own for a while.

Robbie kept a safe distance behind her, watching her taking in the sights. He could tell she hadn't been to Vegas often as the flashing lights of the Strip got her attention and knew what his opening was. He carefully stepped behind her, trying not to frighten her as he spoke. "Kind of cool, huh?"

Britney started a bit and turned to him. He could tell right away that she was tired, the fatigue of rehearsal and the long publicity grind getting to her and knew it would play right into his hands. "I just think it's sort of nice to look at," he stated as he took Britney by the shoulders gently and turned her towards one of the many flashing neon displays, this one a nice wheel pattern, lights flashing around.

"Just take a look at it, Britney," Robbie said softly into her ear as his hands rubbed on her shoulders, expertly pushing on the right nerves and muscles. "Just look at the pretty lights there, just look at the pretty lights, just look right at them. Just look at the pretty lights, Britney, look at the pretty lights, watch them flash, watch the pretty lights flash, on and off, on and off, so relaxing, Britney. It's so relaxing to watch the pretty lights flash, watch them flash on and off, on and off, it's so very, very relaxing, Britney, so very relaxing, so very, very relaxing, flash on and off, on and off, on and off....."

Britney knew she should have been taken aback by this man suddenly coming up behind her, rubbing her shoulders and directing her eyes to the lights. But somehow, she couldn't get too excited. If anything, she was feeling very light-headed and relaxed. Her eyes were focused on the flashing lights, focused right on them as they continued to flash on and off, on and off, a nice, easy pattern that seemed to lull Britney in, dampening her senses and slowing her thoughts. She felt her body and mind relax as she stared at the flashing lights, Robbie's words drifting into her ears and fading to a dull tone in her dull mind.

Robbie had found that the "sudden attack" induction was a great tactic and it was paying off here. His expert massages of just the right nerve and muscle clusters were relaxing her body and lowering her resistance to his induction, her eyes becoming glassy as the flashing lights reflected in them. "Just relax, Britney," Robbie intoned into her ears and mind. "Just relax and listen, relax and listen......"

The concert was starting to come to a close, a show better than anyone could have imagined. Britney had worn a dozen outfits, each one of which showed more skin than people had expected. Aside from her ample breasts, at least one suit had showed a brief flash of her ass during a quick dance routine. The costume people were in an uproar, trying to figure out how the garments had gotten there and how Britney managed to find them.

What was driving everyone crazy was that Britney was refusing to pause at all to be helped out, swiftly changing outfits and going on stage before anyone could get her to stop and put on something different. What was more, yellings in her ears from technicians had gone unheeded, Britney seeming to have no idea that she was performing half-naked.

It finally came to an end, Britney standing before the crowd and thanking them for the show, many a man yelling out thanks for Britney last outfit, a loose sequined shirt that was apparently on backwards so the loose material covered her back while the open back, connected by a single thin string, was in front, allowing Britney's full and heavy breasts to be shown clearly, the nipples erect and sweat staining them.

"I want to thank you all for an incredible night!" Britney called out, waving to them. "Thank you so much, Las Vegas!" She smiled and took a bow and it was as she came up that for the first time, it hit her how she had spent virtually the entire performance with her top showing. Her shriek was still echoing through the arena as the lights went off and Britney took off backstage in a rush that would put an Olympic runner to shame.

She ran past her handlers and wardrobe people, past the reporters, past the cameras, trying to redo her top but failing to make it work right. She rushed to the back of the dressing room area, trying to figure out what the hell had happened. She ran down the long hallway leading to the back exit of the arena, chosen to avoid the media blitz outside, which Britney really didn't want to see right now.

She leaned against a wall, heaving with breath, her breasts still showing as she glanced to the doorway and saw her limo waiting. Taking a deep breath, she rushed out, smashing through the doors and running to the limo, pulling open the door and diving in. "Drive," she hissed. "Now."

The driver immediately pulled into traffic, glancing in the rearview mirror as Britney struggled to put her top back on. "Go ahead, I know you want to ask," Britney muttered. "Everyone will."

"Um, what happened?" the driver asked.

"Damned if I know," Britney groaned. "All I know is that my career is about to take a big nose-dive. God, I just did a whole damn show naked! Do you have any idea what that means?"

"You just made 90% of the male population of the planet happy," the driver remarked.

"Well, there's that," Britney said, smiling in spit of herself. She was starting to like this guy. "I guess I can always look on the bright side."

"So, to the hotel?" the driver asked.

"I guess," Britney said. "Yeah, nothing but a quiet evening for me as I wallow in pity."

"Doesn't sound like a good thing, Miss Spears."

"Ah, call me Britney. And what's your name?"

"Robbie."

"Well, Robbie, I can tell you that right now is the night I want to be with other people."

The door to Britney's suite banged open as she and Robbie entered, kissing passionately. He slammed the door behind him as he pushed her against a wall, kissing her hard, her hands pulling off his jacket and undoing his tie. He broke off to try and unbutton his shirt but Britney just gripped the ends and ripped it open, sending buttons flying. They went back to kissing as Britney's loose top fell to the floor behind them.

Britney had no idea how it started. One minute, she was thanking Robbie for the ride, shaking his hand and trying to cover herself. The next thing she knew, they were in the express elevator, kissing like crazy. Britney had no idea where this sudden passion came from but didn't want to waste it. She realized that once this all hit, her days as a starlet would be over so who knew when she'd be getting lucky with a great guy again.

They finally got rid of their remaining clothing as they fell onto the bed, Britney on top. She pushed her breasts into Robbie's face, groaning as she felt him lick and suck at the nipples, his hands reaching around and gripping her firmed cheeks, squeezing them tightly. Britney moaned as she felt Robbie kiss and suckle her breasts and squeeze her ass, wondering why the hell she had denied herself this great feeling for so long. With a moan, she sat up and worked herself onto Robbie's hard cock, sitting atop it and starting to rock back and forth.

Robbie could immediately tell that the stories of Britney being a virgin were just that, stories. No way this was her first time, she was too damn good at bouncing back and forth on his rod, faster than he could have imagined. He groaned, grateful that the limo driver idea had hit him, it was worth the wad he'd had to pay the real driver off with. His hands drifted back up to Britney's chest, squeezing her hard breasts, loving her moans as he did. He brought her back down, letting her tits envelop his face, licking and sucking the soft curves as Britney continued to grind her pussy onto his rod.

Britney was in ecstasy now, her tits kneaded and kissed by this great guy, his hard cock working inside of her, he was one of the best rides she'd gotten in her life. Her hair bounced around her face as she worked forward, her moans growing in volume as her breasts started to get red from the kneading Robbie was giving them. Britney opened her mouth and unleashed a scream of a volume that not even her highest notes could get to as Robbie released himself, blasting his cum into her body, shaking her completely. She sighed as she felt his grip on her breasts relax, letting the feeling of absolute pleasure wash over her and wipe away all the pains of that day.

The ringing phone cut through Britney's veil of sleep. She pulled her head off, feeling a little stickiness on her face. It took her a moment to realize it was Robbie's cum, one of the last things she'd done before going to sleep was sucking him off and taking a shot right to her. She saw Robbie moving a bit, also woken up by the phone. Britney reached over him to get it, letting Robbie once again enjoy a faceful of tit.

"Hello?" Britney said, answering the phone and trying to ignore Robbie's hands going to her breasts yet again, traces of cum still left from the double tit-fucking he'd given them the night before.

"Britney?" her agent's voice came on the line. "I've been trying to reach you all night!"

"I had the phone off the hook," Britney sighed. "I really didn't need to hear the bad news so soon."

"What bad news?"

"Are you kidding?" Britney asked, her annoyance cut a bit by Robbie working down her body, rubbing her breasts while kissing her sunken belly and going lower. "I completely self- destructed my career last night and we know it."

"Self-destructed? Britney, baby, you just sealed your career last night!"

"Huh?" Britney frowned, so amazed she didn't even notice Robbie's face coming to her blond clit.

"The ratings were through the roof," the agent explained. "The minute you got on, guys who were watching were calling those who weren't, they called guys, they called guys and so on! By the end, HBO had more people watching than the World Series! I've just heard from a dozen record stores, your album's nearly gone!"

"They're yanking it?" Britney frowned.

"Yanking it? Baby, they're barely able to keep up with sales! We're going to have to make another hundred thousand copies by tonight to meet the demand!"

"Hu UH!" Britney grunted as she felt Robbie's tongue slide into her pussy and start to lick at it.

"They're saying the movie may sell better too!" the agent went on. "This shows everyone you're definitely not in the teen scene anymore and you're not afraid to take a big risk, either. Hell, Madonna was on TV saying she's impressed, even she never went that far and wishes she'd thought of it first."

"But.....my teen base...." Britney was having a hard time concentrating as Robbie's tongue was working furiously at her pussy, her legs instinctively locking around his head to hold him in as he continued.

"Ah, so you lost a bunch of people who were fickle anyway," her agent said. "The real buyers, the ones who matter, they're with you and you will definitely have guys more interested in seeing the shows and you now. I don't know how you thought this up, but it was a great idea! You've just made icon status, honey. Enjoy it."

The agent signed off, unaware that Britney had ceased listening, her mouth open and moaning as Robbie ate her out, rubbing at her breasts as he did. The man had heard every word and was pleasantly surprised by the news that Britney's career was actually helped last night. Maybe it was time to see just how grateful she could be. And how grown up she was now ready to act.

THE END

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