Get Ready for Max! Chapter 5

 Get Ready for Max!

Chapter 5

by Noopster.

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As part of the Radio show stunt, Max was allowed to hang out with Selena Gomez backstage before the concert. The young kid was in awe of the army of people it took to put on a show of that caliber. The staff kept running back and forth, shouting into headsets or carrying bundles of cables and sound equipment. There was so much going on that Selena barely paid attention to him for the whole afternoon and so Max had to resign himself to just follow behind and watch her do her thing. First there was a meet & greet with V.I.P. fans, just like the one where she had met her in person for the first time. Selena, still wearing her cum-stained panties under her sweatpants, smiled and took pictures with dozens of fans while he bitterly stood in a corner, cursing under his breath after every hug and every kiss on the cheek the other fans got.

After that it was rehearsal time and again Max stood in silence, but this time right next to the big stage. Selena and her dancers went through their choreography one last time and the jealous boy had to endure seeing her dream woman be groped and humped by her dancers. Of course he knew how suggestive and sexually charged certain parts of her live show could be, but to watch those shirtless guys with incredible abs from up close getting that close to her and put their hands all over her... it took every bit of self-composure he had to not walk out of there in a fit. Then again, walking would've been somewhat difficult with the raging hard-on he had at the moment. He consoled himself by reminding himself that even though they got to dance with her and touch her a little bit, he was the only one there who had really touched her most intimate areas, and waited.

Once the rehearsal was over, Selena had to take a call from some big wig from her record label followed by a meeting with her tour manager that Max wasn't allowed in, so he spent more time waiting in her dressing room. A couple of hours went by and, by the time she was done with all of that, the start of the show was getting close. As Selena walked into the room with her hair and makeup team behind her, Max figured that he wasn't going to get any more time alone with his idol. Sitting in front of a mirror with several pairs of hands working on her appearance, the Hands to Myself star couldn't help but notice her young friend's heavy frown.

"sorry about all this," she texted him, typing as fast as she could to avoid any curious glances from the women working on her, "I'm super busy on days like this but I'll make it up to you after the show. Promise."

"Okay."

"r u mad at me?"

"No."

"U sure?"

"Yeah."

"u look mad."

"I'm not."

"don't believe you."

"Okay."

"please don't be mad."

Max sighed long and hard enough so that everyone in the room noticed.

"hey..." she texted, smiling at him from the mirror, "I can still feel ur cum all over my panties..."

No reply, but she couldn't stop herself from chuckling at how fast his expression had changed.

"that got your attention, huh?" she continued, "u like that?"

"Yeah."

"yeah? did u like it a little or a lot?"

"A lot. But..."

"what"

"Idk, maybe you shouldn't do that?"

"why not"

"I'm worried."

"bout?"

"What if you get pregnant?"

The brunette burst out in laughter, "Oops, sorry!" she said to her staff before re-assuming the position to let them do their jobs.

"not how it works Max!"

"Oh" The kid replied, blushing and ashamed of his inexperience.

"aww don't worry I'm gonna teach u lots of stuff after the show..."

Max didn't write anything else, but from the look of him Selena knew she had him back in a good mood. There was a knock on the door, followed by a lady with a headset announcing, "Fifteen minutes!" After applying the last touches to Selena's gorgeous features, the makeup artists gathered their stuff and began to walk out.

"Tell Emma I'll be there in a minute, I just have to take care of one more thing," Selena shouted at them before locking the door. "Listen, Max, I have to go out there right now but before I go I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?"

"Yes, close your eyes."

In the darkness, Max felt her grab his hand and put something in it.

"Open them."

A small round-tipped object rested on his palm.

"What is it?"

"It's a vibrator. I keep one in my dressing room 'cause I always get nervous before shows. It helps me relax," she said, blushing a little bit.

"Um, but what am I supposed to do with it?"

"Oh no, this is for me," she explained, taking two steps closer to Max's wide-eyed face and pulling aside the crotch of her sequin bodysuit. And there it was, just mere inches away from him, Selena Gomez's magnificent pussy. The kid's jaw dropped when she spread her folds for him. It was close enough to see the little bumps formed on her skin and the inner muscles slightly contracting in all of their pink and moist glory. The slutty pop star grinned with pride and satisfaction, enjoying the skinny boy's warm breath on her opening. She took the little black capsule from him and placed it between her cunt lips. Frozen, Max swallowed hard while a quick sigh of pleasure escaped Selena and the toy disappeared up her cunt. "And this," she said after readjusting her outfit, "Is for you."

"A remote?" the kid said, staring at the little contraption she had just given him, "What's it for?"

With one foot out the door and a smirk on her flushed face she replied, "You'll figure it out."

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"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!!"

"I LOVE HER, I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!"

"I CAN'T WAIT I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA DIE!!!"

Max had a privileged spot to watch the concert. Right on the first row and surrounded by the most obsessed and loud fans he'd ever seen. The lights had been turned off, signaling that Selena was about to take the stage and the screaming around him had become deafening.

Her image appeared on the giant screens around the stage in a series of videos designed to hype up the crowd before she came out. In them, the 24 year old beauty could be seen wearing a decidedly immodest silver dress with a wide cut on the sides so that the sides of her breasts were almost dangerously exposed.

A monologue had started playing along with it but most of the people there were too focused on her slutty outfit to pay attention to anything else. Max was hard already just by imagining her wearing that dress for him.

The noise from the crowd got even louder when a naked Selena appeared on screen, sitting among floating rose petals in a bathtub with her nipples covered only by her arm.

And then she came out to a thunderous ovation and with her the first notes of "Come and Get It" also arrived. The show was on.

Max was so overwhelmed by the fans response to her, all of the screaming and crying and fainting, that he completely forgot about the remote in his pocket for the first couple of songs. But Selena had not, and once she found him in the crowd she kept daring him to try it with her eyes and her body.

No one there was a stranger to Selena's suggestive choreography but a couple of her more hardcore fans did wonder why she kept getting down, spreading and posing for that one specific area of the audience before going back to rejoin her dancers.

Carefully so as to not attract any attention, Max slid his hand down to adjust his painful erection and remembered the contraption in his pocket. In his innocence he had figured maybe she's given him control over the stage lights or something like that so he wasn't too excited about it, but eventually he pressed one of the buttons out of curiosity. It happened right in the middle of a twirl and Selena fell down to her knees. The fans screamed nervously but she quickly got up again and continued performing When she got close to Max again she winked at him and he finally put the pieces together.

He waited a few seconds with his thumb hovering over the button and tried it again, that time he caught her on a high note.

"Oh my God, did she just moan?" he heard a girl behind him ask. On the giant screen, Selena's flushed face and nervous smile were noticeable.

He pressed the button again but held it this time. Selena froze and her knees began to tremble. Max had found the highest setting and he wasn't letting go. The dancers kept looking at each other in confusion, wondering why she had stopped singing and dancing while the backup singers did whatever they could to fill in the gaps on the songs.

The intense sensation coursing through her body was too much to take, it was impossible to disguise. Lost in the daze of an orgasm, the pretty singer could barely hold herself up, much less perform. Finally, the kid let go and when she started singing again her breath had become laborious and erratic. She did her best to finish the song but did so poorly, her flushed and sweaty face donning the relieved smile of post-orgasmic bliss.

Luckily for her, the first break in the show was next.

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As she changed to another outfit backstage, she considered getting rid of the vibrator, but ultimately decided not to. Yeah the show was suffering for it, but she was loving it. Knowing Max had that kind of control over her in front of thousands of unsuspecting fans was the hottest thing she could think of and if one bad show was the price to pay for it, then so be it.

Looking like a Greek Goddess in a gold outfit, Selena returned to perform "Me and the Rhythm".

Now Max was the one winking at her as she began singing and prancing on stage, swinging her sexy hips from side to side and shaking her little booty with a naughty smile to go with every suggestive pose.

Max allowed her to get comfortable on stage and perform a few songs before testing the button again. He did it in short bursts, making sure to give her just enough to get her excited but without taking it all the way again. Distracted by the sudden shudders and tremors, the excited singer was having a hard time concentrating on the show. She could feel her wetness pouring out, dripping down her inner thighs while the unsuspecting crowd cheered her on. In her aroused obfuscation, Toshi, her main dancer surprised her by getting behind her, even though it was something they had rehearsed many times for that song.

But he too was startled when she leaned against him and began to shamelessly grind her body on his more aggressively than ever before.

Starting to feel jealous again at the sight of Selena throwing herself at the black guy's impressive physique, Max unleashed the vibrator's full power in an effort to get them to separate and instead turned what usually was nothing more than a sexy move to get the audience riled up into a full-on dry hump that had Selena's young audience screaming with shock and confused excitement. Their precious idol and role-model had a fierce grip on one of the man's thighs and was pressing her ass against his crotch hard and slow, desperately trying to quench the fire burning inside with the nearest warm body, one hand roaming around from her breasts to her exposed thighs, holding on to the last traces of self-control and decency she could muster to not rip off her golden outfit right then and there and fuck herself in front of thousands of teenagers.

"OH MY GOD DID SHE JUST GRAB HIS... THING?!"

"I THINK THAT GUY HAS A BONER!"

"I WAS NOT EXPECTING HER TO BE THIS... STEAMY!"

Adding to the body heat around Selena and the hysteric storm of noise emanating from the audience, a line of dancers formed to the front and back of the frenzied star, sandwiching her in the middle of a line of sweaty bodies rocking back and forth causing her lustful needs to become unbearable.

She was having trouble breathing and could no longer hide from the audience what she was going through. Letting her head fall back into the dancer's chest she said, "Touch me..." with a breathy and pleading tone that, combined with her hand shamelessly massaging his crotch, left no doubt in the guy's mind as to what she was asking for.

"HOLY SHIT! I THOUGHT ALL DANCERS WERE GAY!"

"I GUESS NOT, LOOK AT HIS HANDS RIGHT NOW"

"OH MY GOD SHE'S SUCH A SLUT!"

The kids kept shouting to each other around Max, whose eyes were affixed to Selena's hips as she bucked and bounced against the dancer's hard-on, openly enjoying his manly hand squeezing one of her tits as well as the other gave spanking her tight butt with no regard or concern for the multitude of young fans watching her. The song continued and the line dissolved while Selena attempted to sing the few remaining choruses, but the two dancers stayed close to her and soon had her bending over backwards on top of one of them while the other, being pulled and guided into it by her impatient hands around his waist, pressed his bulge to her now dripping wet pussy.

Whether it was part of a new choreography or just a spur of the moment thing, Max did not know, but his young mind was deep in a whirlwind of jealousy, arousal and shock. One part of him wanted those big strong guys to leave his girl alone but another just wanted to see what would happen and how far she would take this. And so he kept breathing hard and fast and pressing the button to drive her over the edge. Buried between that athletic back and those hard abs, it didn't take long for the slutty songstress to reach that point.

With the crotch of her outfit tucked deep between her swollen pussy lips thanks to her dancer's huge stiff humping her ruthlessly, Selena's neck slackened and her eyes began to flutter in ecstasy while the long note she was singing modulated into a high-pitched moan that echoed across the arena, eliciting a collective gasp from the scandalized teenage crowd.

"IS SHE-- OH MY GOD!!!"

"THIS IS SO HOT!"

Giggly and wobbly as if she was drunk, Selena gradually started to come back to herself and realizing her hand was lazily rubbing her chafed pussy right in the spotlight. Heaving and breathing through her mouth while her body twitched with the decreasing aftershocks of pleasure, she looked at the crowd and tried to get up, but her legs had lost all strength so her limp body had to stay and rest on top of the crouching dancer for little longer. Turning her head to the audience she locked eyes with Max and blushed, bashfully covering her face with her hand to hide her embarrassment.

"You okay there?" her dancer Toshi said close to her ear as he helped her up, the huge tent in his pants still clearly visible from many rows back.

After taking a moment to gather herself, the sultry brunette got back into character, turned her back to the audience and called with her finger for another dancer, teasing him and the audience by slowly sliding the back of her hand over his chiseled and sweaty torso.

The roaring fans followed the deliberate and obvious descending path of her hand with their own unhinged and bewildered arousal. Selena's hand hovered enticingly over the man's crotch during a long and suspenseful moment. The kids, watching their idol's atypical turn into a overtly deviant temptress, held their breaths in awe, their minds filled with lustful expectations of what her next kinky move was going to be, including Max, whose fragile mind was struggling to reconcile his feelings of jealousy with the painful erection twitching in his pants. Then Selena smiled and, as the stage lights began to rapidly dim, she playfully tapped his bulge two times and disappeared into the darkness.

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The applause and the roar from the crowd wasn't as boisterous this time, it was more like a thick buzz made up of questions, confused murmurs and heavy breathing.

"DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN?"

"SHE DIDN'T DO ANY OF THAT AT HER OTHER SHOWS!"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE JUST DID THAT!"

Meanwhile backstage, the sweaty and flustered pop singer prepared for the final part of the concert, having changed into a skintight metallic green and blue bodysuit; one a lot more figure-hugging than the other two she'd donned that night.

"I can't believe I just did that!" she said to her friend Toshi as they waited for the show visuals on the giant screen to cue them back out there. Then, noticing his teasing smirk and how the other dancers were looking at her, she added, "I can't believe WE just did that."

"Can't say I had a problem with it," he said, chuckling, "But, uh, what was that all about?"

"Yeah, sorry..." she laughed nervously, covering her face with two hands, "I guess I was just trying to... like, spice it up a little. I'm sorry if I got carried away..."

"Oh, please, don't apologize for that! I just think that might too wild for those kids out there, you feel me? But damn, girl, I didn't know you had that edge to you!"

"Well, I didn't know you were packing like that" she blurted out, immediately blushing after such an overtly sexual remark.

Toshi burst out in laughter, "I don't know what's going on with you, but I like it!"

The whistled melody of "Kill 'Em With Kindness" announced her return and the pop star and dancers took to the stage for show's encore.

Having already performed for more than an hour—and having had two orgasms while doing it—she was exhausted. The little plastic toy in her pussy had started vibrating from the moment she had come back on stage, causing her to keep forgetting lyrics and mistiming dance steps. What Max was doing to her seemed more like a punishment now, and the frowning expression she could see on him seemed to confirm it, but she had gotten herself into that jam and there was no denying how fucking amazing those last two orgasms had been.

'Just two more songs,' she kept saying to herself as she panted and stumbled around the stage , 'Just get through two more songs.'Truthfully, she wasn't sure if she could even finish the show.

The rest of the dancers would've had to be blind not to notice what was going on with their famous boss that night, and a couple of them were really taking advantage of it.

Without her asking them to like she'd done with Toshi, they had transformed the simulated touching of a sensual choreography into an very explicit public fondling.

Each time the choreography dictated one of them to switch on her, he would run their hands up and down the latina's exposed thighs, squeezing her petite frame between them and groping her ass and tits in the process.

Aggressively indecent and openly lewd actions that would have gotten them—or any other professional dancer—fired in any other show were accepted and even welcomed by the sex-crazed pop star. Everyone's eyes were glued to her delicious curves being played with under that super tight outfit. She knew it. She loved it. And with every brush of their hands and thighs over her sensitive pussy helping the fever grow more intense and more mind-numbing, it didn't take long for her to start feeling close to climax again.

Selena surrendered herself to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her just as the song ended.

"IS SHE OKAY?"

"I DON'T KNOW, LOOKS LIKE SHE'S ABOUT TO FAINT!"

The horny singer's weary legs couldn't support her anymore and she had fallen down while the whole arena spun around her, thighs spread wide open and one knee on the floor, unabashed displaying her wet crotch to everyone, but especially to Max who, along with a few other attendees, had a close up view of the quick, subtle tremors rippling through the skin of her delicious inner thighs as they reacted to the stress he was putting upon them.

A cover of Eurythmics' "Sweet Dreams", the final song of the night, had begun but Selena couldn't focus on the words, she had difficulty breathing and kept pulling the mike away from her mouth to hide her labored and uncontrollable moaning. In the middle of it all she kept wondering if the audience could tell that she was about to have another orgasm on stage, if they could see the wetness dripping out of her. She had no way to be sure but it was too late to worry about that anyway. The only person who could stop it was Max, she was in his hands and, judging by the devilish grin on his face, he wasn't about to stop.

"SELENA!!!"

"I LOVE YOU!!"

"MARRY ME, SELENA!!!"

"YOU'RE SO HOT!!!"

"FUCK ME, SELENA!!!"

"YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL!!!"

The fervorous fans standing a few inches from her kept screaming from the top of their lungs, reaching out with zealous hands for the privilege of getting to touch her, if only for a fraction of a second. Cries and supplications had lost meaning in the cacophony that surrounded her, the last song on the set-list had been playing for more than a minute and she hadn't sung one word of it.

Her mind was full with the convulsed faces in front of her, the sea of people screaming for her, reaching for her, wanting her and the need to be played with, touched, ravaged. Never in her career had she felt that kind of energy while performing. It was overwhelmingly intoxicating and she was on the edge of her breaking point. A young girl got a hold of her hand and Selena gripped it tightly almost by reflex, then another kid managed to get a hand on her knee. Selena threw away the mic and crawled to the edge of the stage, offering herself to the multitude.

They quickly swallowed her in a sea of hands and delirious faces before the security team could get to her.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING?!" shouted the head of security into his headset. Toshi and the rest of the dancers stood frozen on stage, impotently watching the entranced girl be carried through the crowd, floating in a sea of lascivious hands. With her entire being at the mercy of her young and sex-mad fanatics, Selena closed her eyes and relished the filthy things they screamed into her ears, the shameless smelling of her sex, the hands squeezing her ass, the fingers digging into her ass crack, the crotch of her outfit once again wedging deep between her cunt lips.

"OOOOH GAWWWD!" she moaned hoarsely, feeling as if she were exploding, her muscles tightening and her hips jerking uncontrollably as her juices poured out of her spasming pussy. One last, feral moan echoed loudly across the arena and pleasure flooded through her until it blotted out all other consciousness and everything turned to black.

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Max had never been so horny in his young life, he convinced himself as he ran to the dressing room that he was going to fuck her that night no matter what. His uncle was gonna be mad at him for disappearing but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. It had not been easy for him to endure everything that had just happened, but after all of it surely Selena would be ready to finally turn him into a real man.

"Hey, hey! Where do you think you're going?"

"Uh... to her dressing room...?"

"Heh, that's funny. Get out of here, kid."

"But I won the contest and--"

"What contest? I don't know nothing about no contest."

"The radio contest! I'm supposed to spend time with her and--"

"Sorry, kid, even if you're telling the truth, things got pretty weird out there tonight and Miss Gomez won't be seeing any fans."

"But--!"

"But nothing. You ain't getting through."

Max hung his head in disappointment and turned to leave. Before leaving he asked, "Is she okay though?"

"Yeah, she's fine. But if it hadn't been for one of the dancers jumping into the crowd and getting her back who knows how this could've ended."

"So she's not hurt or anything."

"I don't think so. Look, kid, I'm really busy right now. Go talk to the radio people, I'm sure they'll be able to help you more than me."

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To Be Continued...