The Star

"Britney Spears," he said, almost spat the word out, "she is a
duality."

"Hey, you gonna bore me to death with your philosophising shit
again."

"She is the yin and yang," he took a sip of whiskey, "represents what
is good and bad about society."

"She's a fucking virgin who needs it, that's what she is." His friend
smiled, gulped beer down, some of it slopping onto his t-shirt, belched
and grinned.

"She's the queen of pop and the trash princess. A marketing, ad-man's
money spinner and a fucking hardcore sex icon for anyone over the age
of 25."

"Man, any age man would dig her," friend grinned, "even me. Can see her
now, on her knees, bare arsed, spread cheeks?"

"You're one sick creep."

"Ream and cream, that's what she needs, ream and cream."

Both of them laughed.

"Do you think she digs rimming?"

"Insane, crazy bastard, she'd probably dig anything, beg for it. She's
created. A hardcore sex starved porn star Barbie doll."

"Do you think she swallows?"

"She'd swallow. She'd beg to swallow. She'd been praying to the Lord
God Almighty in the middle of a spit roast."

"Virgin? Man, never had a virgin. Reckon she'd like her back door
cherry popped as well?"

"Only if its you. She's ready to be plucked. She starts her career as a
schoolgirl, 'Baby, Hit Me One More Time', what the fuck is that about?"
he allows the question to hang, "the teenies dig her because she's easy
to dance too and someone to aspire to. She's still young enough to seem
obtainable. Gold star, riched up. But then you got daddy at home,
watching the pop shows with his daughter, bouncing her up and down on
his knee. On comes Britney - pig tails, short school skirt, knee length
white socks - Jesus you can almost smell her cotton white panties.
Daddy's got a boner. So he tells teenie to dance near the TV
set."

"Daddy's got a boner, a brand new boner." His friend said in a
sing-song voice.

"So Daddy goes to see Mummy and tries to fuck her. Comes up behind her
while she's preparing dinner, hands on waist, grinding his meat into
her back?"

"Slow down, I need to spank the monkey, getting hot n' horny
here."

"You can wait. Mummy's not interested though. Daddy's mad, so he wacks
himself off in the bathroom dreaming of the day his daughter is old
enough and she's bringing her teenage friends home from school. He
creams, best he's had, school on the brain now. Dangerous."

"Best thing about being a schoolboy. Schoolgirls!"

"Next day. Saturday. Shopping. Teenie brat wants a Britney record.
Daddy immediately agrees, he would buy it for himself but that would
seem strange. So he buys teenie a Britney record. He stares at the
front cover and flips through the booklet before teenie gets her hands
on it. Daddy's got a boner now. Pavlov reaction to teenage pussy. He's
hot for the teen action."

"And I know the web sites where you can get all the teen action you
want - school, hardcore, western, Japanese, virgin - you name
it."

"All being seduced by the marketing ploy. Innocence, harmless music to
appeal to teenies, teen singer, modern pop age, bubblegum Lolita. What
every hot blooded, pulsing male wants. She's of age but don't look it.
Daddy buys the merchandise, teenie laps up the tunes. Daughter wants to
goto a concert, Daddy goes as well. Imagine a Britney concert, the
smell of teen pussy. A whole sweaty arena full of pre-pubescent girls
and horny male adults. Makes you sick."

"Nothing like a bit of jail bait action to sell records. Reminds me of
my first fuck. Prime time jail bait. No virgin though. I got to break
one cherry of hers. Alright."

"So now Daddy's in bed. Britney's pumping and vibrating through the
walls. 'Baby, hit me one more time', 'Baby, hit me one more time'.
That's all Daddy can hear. In the dark, his wife half asleep, sweaty
male with a raging purple hard-on, dreams of teenage girls sucking him
dry, holding their pig tails, hands under skirts, caressing teen bum
flesh. Daddy wakes. Britney pounding in his body. Wakes Mummy. In the
dark. She agrees, reluctance and sleep clouding her voice. Next thing
she knows she's been flipped over and hauled onto her knees."

"Doggy. Love it."

"Her husband is trying to pork her in a way they've never tried before,
she starts to wake up, and, then?"

"What, what?"

"Daddy tries to enter another hole. Back door entrance. That's it -
'What the fuck!' - Mummy's screaming, Britney's singing. Hello fucksed
up ville."

"Woah, yeah. And what about teenie?"

"She hears the screams and wanders into the bedroom." He grins.

"Neat. Cool."

"Britney breaks up the marriage, mummy takes teenie, daddy starts to
prowl schools?"

"Dirty fucking pervert. That's disgusting, man."

"All because some record company wants to sell a few records and make a
few bucks. Freedom of speech, freedom of expression versus decadent
western society versus the moral majority, all twisted up into one sick
fucking fucked up state of mind."

"Yeah, but?"

"But what?"

"Who'd say no to a piece of teenage pussy?"

"Evolution. Survival of the fittest. The younger you are the stronger.
Why men lust after teenage girls. They want to reproduce, animalistic
instinct. Only the law represses the urge. What do you do?"

"Only one answer?"

"Yeah, Einstein?"

"You fuck jail bait. Give in to the animal. In the words of the great
Blackie Lawless - 'Suck me, suck me, eat me RAW!'"

He sipped his whiskey, feeling the burning sensation slip down his
throat.

"Your round."

"Fuck you, it's your round."

"Hey, you want to chase skirt later?"

Nod.

"Your round."

"Wanker."