"You sound awfully familiar," the announcer responded.
"Yes. This is Britney Spears and I've just moved to Toronto. And I... I... I'm playing with my pussy!"
"Well, there's a crank call you don't hear every day. And she sure sounded like Britney Spears, didn't she?"
The announcer moved on while Britney heard nothing but a dial tone. Her face burned in shame. Her voice was so distinctive, she wondered how many of the kids listening knew it was her. Still, she felt relieved. She knew that the next time she needed to be punished, the humiliation would be more extreme. She felt an equal mixture of fear and arousal in anticipation.
Wishing to avoid further embarassment, she decided to find out just what the rules were. What she needed was a copy of her contract. That would sort things out.
Mon Jun 4 10:13:12 2001