International Escort, Chapter 4

 Selena Gomez, International Escort

Chapter 4

by Noopster.

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"Hey you!"

"Heeey, Tay! Oh my God this is-- I wasn't expecting your call."

"Is this a bad time, honey?"

"Oh no, no, of course not. I'm so happy you called me, I've missed you so much!"

"Me too! I'm so sorry I've been so distant and stuff it's just, you know, this fucking tour is so much work."

"Oh yeah, I get it, you don't have to apologize, I totally get it."

"Aww, you're the best."

"Did you read my letter?"

"I sure did, you little slut, hahaha! Oh my God I can't believe you let the driver finger you like that!"

"Hahaha I know! Oh I'm so bad! I was sure you were going to yell at me for that."

"Nah, look, it's fine to do stuff like that once in a while. I mean, we're sluts, Sel, we can't stop ourselves sometimes. Just don't do it a lot 'cause it might lower your rate, honey."

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"So tell me all about that wedding!"

"Oh yeah, the wedding... well, umm... it was fun."

"Hmmm, you don't sound like it was."

"It was, really. I just-- I might've had too much to drink, that's all."

"Well, as long as you're having fun, Sel. I mean you don't have a pimp now so you can stop whenever you want, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, definitely."

"And like, I know your finances probably took a beating after you bailed on Justin but you do have your savings and stuff."

"Right, yeah, I'm not worrying about money right now."

"Good. And don't worry, that blacklisted thing will eventually blow over, I'm sure of it."

"You really think so? 'Cause I thought that kind of thing was permanent."

"Well, there's no precedent for it, if I'm being completely honest."

"So I'm the only one?"

"Well, uh... I mean, auction whores do retire when they start getting older, or they eventually get set free by their masters if they've been good and obedient, but that's different. As far as I know, you're the only high-profile item that has just quit like that. Which I still don't get, by the way. When are you going to tell me what hapened between you and Justin?"

"It's... it's a long story, okay? I prefer to tell you about it in person."

"Mmmm, are you gonna tell me the story while we cuddle in bed and play with those gorgeous boobs of yours?"

"...maybe, hahaha!"

"Oh I can't wait! I was fucking one of my dancers yesterday and I just couldn't stop thinking about you and me sharing a client's cock, getting cum all over our faces..."

"Stop it, Tay! I'm blushing, hahaha!"

"Yeah, I'm getting all wet just talking about it and I gotta do a show in less than an hour... So yeah, like I was saying, just take it easy and enjoy it. What's the point of all you've been through if you don't get to do what you like?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's... what it's all about, hehe."

"So are you working today or what?"

"I am. I Just finished getting ready and I'm waiting for the-- oh, there it is. The client is here, Tay, I gotta go."

"Okay, honey. I'll call you again soon, alright?"

"Please do, I miss you so much."

"Miss you too, baby. Now go out there and milk those cocks, Slutlena!"

"I will! Hahaha."

-click-

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Selena was chauffeured from the Sheikh's palace to a nightclub in downtown Dubai. No one had told her what to wear for tonight's job, but The Tall Man was always prepared, traveling with a bevy of slutty outfits for either the client or her to select from. The sexy Latina picked a short and skimpy blue dress that, along with hugging her curves nicely, showed off her beautiful legs and delicate shoulders.

But the more enticing part of her outfit was the cut out patterns along the chest, where the open spaces in between the fabric highlighted the outline of her full and juicy breasts, and even more provocative than that was the lower part, where more cut-outs in the fabric allowed for glimpses of her hips, thighs, and even some of her shaved pubic area, unencumbered by any kind of underwear.

No earrings or jewelry of any kind needed, just a pair of black high-heeled shoes and blue contact-lenses to complement the titillating outfit. It was a whorish dress for a whorish night, perfect for the high-priced prostitute to show off her goods while still looking fashionable and somewhat classy.

Selena didn't know anything about that night's gig, except that she'd be working with some other girls at a night club, dancing and keeping the patrons entertained. After the panic attack at the wedding party she was taking no chances, and she had swallowed the "easy" pills the Tall Man had provided the moment she'd been picked up from the palace. 'No need for coke yet', she thought., knowing there'd be plenty at the club.

Four more escorts were already inside the limousine when she got in, all of them wearing their whore uniforms just like her. It was obvious they'd been drinking and doing drugs from the mess and the smell inside the car, and the noise they were making. The tight space in which Selena had to squeeze herself between to get to her seat was a mess of shiny tits in barely-there tops, freshly waxed legs and pointy heels sticking out of minuscule skirts. The prostitutes welcomed Selena, offering her a glass of champagne as they introduced themselves. First was a gorgeous asian woman named Chailee, clad in a short and sparkly silver dress with a plunging cleavage.

Sitting next to her was Bridgette, a cute and slender american girl with a doll-like face, a long, light-brown ponytail and a glass of wine that floated between her small but enticing breasts, barely covered by the skimpy cut of her beige-colored short dress.

To her left was Sophie in the tight little red dress, her breasts were bigger than Bridgette's but she was shorter and her striking blue eyes were like pools of ice when they met Selena's gaze.

Perhaps the most striking of all of them was the voluptuous redhead sitting to Selena's left and playing with a cherry between her lips. She said her name was Sabrina and Selena couldn't help but stare at her huge double D tits bouncing along with the vehicle. She had big, juicy thighs too and Selena felt some reassurance when the open sides of her airy, bedsheet-thin white dress made it clear she also wasn't wearing any underwear.

"I'm a huge fan of your music, by the way," she said with a cute little smirk on her freckled face. Staring at her pink areolas, clearly visible thanks to the wafer-thin fabric of her garm, Selena thanked her.

"You're friends with Taylor Swift, right?" Sophie asked out of the blue, chewing gum and playing with her long, dark hair. "I saw you two perform at the auction. It was so fucking hot!"

Chailee agreed, "It was a great show."

Feeling awkward, Selena asked, "So you were all there?"

"I wasn't," Bridgette said, "But I heard about it from a client. He said he'd never seen a girl squirt so much. I couldn't believe he was talking about you."

"It was fucking legendary," Sabrina added, while fighting to keep her gigantic tits within the confines of her skimpy dress. Selena blushed and thanked them again, not really sure why it embarrassed her so much that these women had seen her go wild on stage like that with her best friend. But it did, and it only added to the self-consciousness she felt whenever she worked with other prostitutes, ones who were selling their bodies to get the millionaire bank account and successful career she herself had ruined by choosing the very life these women were hoping to eventually escape.

On the way to the gig, Selena looked them up on her phone and found out that Chailee, Bridgette, Sophi and Sabrina, were all Instagram-famous, using their social media popularity as a launch pad to not-so-secretly escort for the richest men in the world. They were like her, just on a smaller scale. The disgraced pop star found that to be a little reassuring, but she was still very impatient to get to their destination, ...and for the pills to kick in. Once this job was over she would have enough to pay some of what she owed and take a much-needed break from the stripping and the whoring.

Her prayers were soon answered when the limo pulled up next to a dark building with several columns of dark glass adorning it's entrance, rattling with the loud thump of the bass-heavy music playing inside. The building did not have a name or sign or anything else that could indicate what kind of establishment it was. They were greeted by a group of excited young men who were laughing and talking loudly among themselves as they opened the door for them.

Each girl that got off the limo was welcomed with a considerable amount of spanking and ass-grabbing, and they all smiled and giggled accordingly, except for Selena, who was only able to muster an awkward smile as they groped her ass on her way into the building.

She was only halfway up the stairs to the club when they were already tugging at her skirt, pulling it up around her waist. She felt so silly for blushing, knowing they were all staring at her bare butt and exposed lips as she went up, even as she found herself fascinated by the sway of Chailee's ass and the brief glimpses of her dress-matching sparkled thong. She got distracted and one of the guys spanked her so hard that her heel slipped on the edge of a polished marble step and she fell down and scraped her knee, but she acted like a pro and just laughed it off as Chailee helped her get back on her feet.

Past the bright and colorful lights set above the main entrance, there were a lot more people there than Selena had been expecting. She became mortified that one of them would recognize her while she worked. The rumors about her had began to quiet down since she'd been secretly working in Europe, it was the one good thing that had come out of being blacklisted by everyone in Hollywood for breaking her contract with Justin. The Tall Man had guaranteed to her that, in order to get an invite, every person in attendance would've had to sign a series of Non-Disclosure Agreements, ensuring that any photos or video taken would remain private. That was only mildly reassuring. Selena had enough experience to know that, even under penalty of law, private things could leak. In fact, it had already happened a few times. Abusive clients who she had stopped seeing had put some extremely graphic photos of her online, but luckily her image was still clean enough for people to automatically assume those images were photoshopped. This event was a little different though, if anything like that happened, there would be too many witnesses and evidence to maintain plausible deniability. The truth about her new career would be all over the internet in a couple of hours.

'Shit! This is why I don't do public stuff...' she complained to herself, starting to regret her decision. Weeks ago, The Tall Man had warned her of that risk, and she had agreed, but she was tired of fucking old men without making a dent to her considerable debt, tired of having to sell her houses and cars and jewelry just to stay afloat. So she had finally said yes.

Everything seemed pretty straight-forward once they were inside the venue. The place was packed full. There were flashing lights and people dancing, tables covered with bottles and cocktail glasses, and just enough room for Sabrina and the other girls to start mingling with the multitude. Selena followed their lead and dove into the crowd of drunk people dressed to the nines and dancing like fools. It didn't take long for guys to start approaching her. The pills were starting to kick in.

She smiled and flirted a little bit, pleasantly surprised by how chill the event seemed to be in contrast to what she was expecting. Yes, she was there as an escort, and she was sure there was no way she was gonna finish the gig with her clothes on, but so far, serving as eye candy for the patrons wasn't bad at all. "Oh, here they come," Chailee said, as a group of waiters dressed in white uniforms approached them with a tray of champagne glasses. Selena was about to grab one when the other girls stopped her, giggling at her ignorance and impatience.

"They're not ready yet."

"Not ready? What do you mean, it's champagne, not-- Oh..." Selena said, watching the waiters taking their pricks out. Each of the four Instagram models got a hold of a dick and began to stroke it. "Come on, what are you waiting for?" Sabrina asked while her enormous bosoms jiggled along with the movement of her arm.

"Uh... yeah, okay," Selena said, daintily wrapping her fingers around the last cock hovering above the tray.

"Last one to finish is a fucking loser!" Sophie announced, and the girls began to jerk off the waiters in a hurry, laughing out loud as if they were just playing a dumb carnival game. The competition got heated when Sabrina took her guy's hand and placed it on her incredible chest. The waiter's expression changed immediately and it was clear that he was getting close. Sophie pulled her top down and freed her tanned, perky tits and told him to kiss them, while Chailee started sucking on her guy's index and middle fingers while looking straight into his eyes. Not wanting to be outdone, Bridgette lead her waiter's hand between her thighs and let him cup her warm pussy. The four men were huffing and puffing, and it was obvious they were on the verge of exploding. Selena looked at her guy, he was fully erect and enjoying what she was doing to his cock, but nowhere near finishing. For some reason, her pride took over, and she decided she didn't want to start the night by being called a loser. Studying her waiter's face, she assumed he was about her age, maybe a couple of years younger, and having heard him say "Good evening, ladies," when he first presented the tray to them them, she knew he had probably grown up in the States. With a wicked smile drawn on the hot Latina's lips, she applied just a little pressure right below the mushroom head with her thumb, leaned close and in her sultriest voice, said into his ear, "Hey I'm Selena Gomez from Wizards of Waverly Place, and you're watching Disney channel."

"Oh... fuck!" the young man blurted out and his goo spilled all over Selena's fingers before she aimed the cock at her glass and squeezed out every last drop of fresh semen into her drink.

"Shit, how did she do that?!" Sophie complained right before her own man started depositing a hefty load into her own glass. Bridgette's guy was the next one to finish, and the last two finished so close to each other that it was basically a tie. Not that it mattered anyway. Selena had aced their stupid challenge, and the cute smirk on her face showed how pride of herself she was feeling.

"Okay, girls. Here's to a fun, productive, and extremely lucrative night. Cheers!" Chailee said, and the other three girls echoed her. Selena hesitated, then followed their lead and gulped down the champagne. The thick glob of cum somehow stayed glued to the bottom of the glass, but she wasn't about to waste the slushy prize she had so cleverly earned under the watchful gaze of the other girls, so the world-famous pop star scraped the cum wad off with her fingernail, scooped it into her mouth and swallowed. "Aaaah" she exhaled with delight.

Having taken care of that ritual, the whore were ready to mix and mingle with the rich, powerful men in attendance. Selena started to relax, and with every photo taken the realization that it was too late to back out anyway helped to lower her defenses. She had a couple more drinks and started having fun as she went from table to table and teased the guys by sitting on their laps or bending over the table to reach for a drink, wondering which among them would be lucky enough to have her at the end of the night.

She talked and took photos with everyone, even the girlfriends and wives of the men there. When she posed with the women, the fiery lust in their men's eyes amused her. The mé·nage à trois fantasies going on in their minds were more than obvious, but when they would ask about her services Selena would just say, "Talk to my guy," and hand them a simple, white card with a phone number.

She was about to get a drink from the bar when Sophi caught up to her. "Having fun?"

"Uh, yeah, this is actually not at all what I was expecting."

The Instagram model snickered. "That's because we haven't even started yet."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Her big, sapphire eyes turned to the farthest corner of the room, where two men in matching black suits were coming from.

"Time to go."

The knot in Selena's stomach returned as the men ushered the quintet of escorts to the VIP area on the third floor. It consisted of a central space surrounded by several small lounges, each one with a big white leather couch with a love seat on each side and a few ottomans. Everything sat on top of blue and white rugs that matched the electric blue of the walls and curtains. Small tray tables with bottles of liquor accompanied the furniture, some of them supporting big silver buckets full of ice to keep the champagne bottles cold. And finally, a shiny metal pole for the girls to dance.

"Are you feeling okay?" Chailee shouted over the pounding music, noticing Selena's uncomfortable grimace.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm... I'm fine," she replied with her eyes fixed on the lines of cocaine being snorted from small tables all around her.

There were strobe lights and smoke machines and bottles for an entire army of drunken guests. Amidst the loud confusion of blurred faces she recognized Safir, the Sheik's younger son, sitting at the furthest lounge from the entrance and calmly sipping from a glass as he presided over the party. There were more scantily dressed women already dancing for his guests when Selena and the other four arrived. Sabrina pushed her two gigantic, freckled breasts together and held Selena's hand, and the two of them started dancing with another two escorts. Soon after that, Selena found herself sandwiched between the big titted redhead and a slightly thicker woman with a french accent, while they all moved from side to side, stupidly smiling and touching each other's bodies for the men's viewing pleasure. Justin had taught her that what men wanted from her in that context was a giggling, air-headed slut that couldn't stop laughing at every comment they made. And so, Selena started to play the stripper character she had mastered for jobs like that, wooing and laughing like an idiot as everyone around spanked her and groped her constantly. Many of the guys had their phones out, recording under their short skirts, and she found it very annoying to dance like that, with bodies getting in the way of the show she was trying to put on for them. 'Ugh, they know I'm gonna get naked eventually,' she thought, 'can't they just wait instead of shoving a phone between my legs every 2 seconds?'

A few of the guys that had spanked her as she got out of the limo had sat down behind them, so Selena and Sabrina began teasing them, each one pulling the other girl's skirt up before they started spanking themselves again. Selena's butt was already turning red when more people started coming in. Sabrina shouted something and dragged her to another small lounge, where a man with a huge gray mustache immediately grabbed the retired singer and pulled her in for a hairy and sloppy kiss on the mouth. Selena reciprocated in a somewhat lackadaisical manner as his fingers slipped into her butt crack, and when the kiss broke the man was laughing and Sabrina was nowhere to be seen. Two other whores caught the man's attention and Selena broke free, but suddenly the place was completely full of people she did not know. Figuring out who were the clients became impossible at that point, so she just kept dancing with whoever was close. Twelve different guys felt her up within the first ten minutes, until number thirteen came along from behind and wrapped his arms around her, groping her braless chest and grinding his bulge on her rear. He spat something unintelligible in her ear and started dry-humping her from the back as if she was a dog in heat. The disgraced pop-star faked a smile and endured the clumsy rubdown as best she could. She felt his erection on her cheeks and his hot, desperate breath on the back of her neck as he hiked up her skirt and reached around to massage her exposed pussy with his rough fingers. Selena's yelp was drowned out by the loud music as he bent her over a table and slipped a finger inside her. Through the long, black strands of hair that had fallen over her face she saw Sabrina squirming on the couch across from her, two men fingering her and sucking on her glorious double-D tits. Then she looked down and her eyes were drawn to the little silver tray with only traces of white powder left on it. The man touching her pulled his finger's out of her moist cunt and, with a powerful spank that made her cry out, sent her on her way. Selena fixed her dress, gathered herself and started walking aimlessly among the crowd.

She was feeling the effect of the pills now and everywhere she looked there were women being pulled and touched and undressed. A hand reached for her arm. Sophie, the super-fit brunette in the tight red dress, invited her to sit with her and a man holding another silver tray with several lines of white on it. Selena declined at first and sat on the right side of the bearded man. Sophie was on his left, snorting trails of the expensive powder with one toned leg stretched over the man's lap. He asked her name in awkward English. "I'm Selena, nice to meet you," she shouted over the loud music, right before he pulled her onto his lap and forced upon her a bitter and extra-wet kiss. His hand had easily found the hem of her skirt and rubbed her inner thigh, brushing against her moist pussy lips with each upward stroke. She heard Sophie laughing and felt her tiny hand violently spanking her while the stranger's thick tongue fluttered around hers. When the kiss finally broke, Sophie was pushing the silver tray on her face, "Come on, come on!" she kept saying. Again Selena hesitated, but the nerves and the panic were hard to deal with and she gave in. "Whoops!" Sophie laughed, pulling the tray back before Selena could grab it. She placed it on her lap and threw her hands behind her head, waiting. The Arab man suddenly pushed Selena and she fell face down on the Sophie's lap. When she tried to get up, she got spanked even harder by him and that kept her in that position. With her weight resting on her hands and her butt sticking out, the famous Latina dove her face into the tray and sniffed a line, then another one, her cute nose getting all white and powdered in the process. "Oh fuck!" she shouted, blinking rapidly and rubbing her nose as the drug rushed through her veins and the man's hands palpated her ass cheeks. Sophie pulled her top down and brought Selena's face to her chest. The Texan whore kissed her perky breasts and sucked on her nipples while her ass was massaged and her cunt was fingered. The music sounded louder to her now and the lights were brighter. Her heart was pounding like it was trying to escape from her chest, and every rough finger pushing in and out of her felt like it was twice as big as before. "Ahhh!" Sophie exclaimed when a man started jerking off behind her. He groaned and called out something in Arab before his hot seed began pouring out of him. A thick droplet landed on Selena's right cheek, causing her to look up and see the creamy load that was making its way down from Sophie's neck to her chest. The blue-eyed brunette rubbed the cum all over her tits while giggling like a fool, and when Selena's mouth returned to them, her taste buds couldn't get enough of the salty and creamy mix that now coated Sophie's tasty little nipples.

A hand grabbed Selena by the hair and separated her from Sophie's bosom. She looked up and saw a brown, uncut cock grazing her lips. For a second there her mind went blank and she didn't know what to do. Sophie laughed and poured coke from a little bag onto the sweaty shaft, making a crude line of powder on top of it that threatened to fall off with every twitch of the organ. Someone pushed Selena's face onto it and she heard more people laughing as her pretty face became a mess of white powder and cock-sweat. Then they pulled her hair back and the forced opening of her mouth led to an invasion of meat. The american whore's tongue tingled as the remnants of the narcotic mixed with her saliva while the man began to push his dick into her mouth. She felt the bearded man slip from under her and then his hands spreading her thighs apart. "Uuunnnggff!" she grunted when he penetrated her from behind, his thick pole stretching her cunt with rapidly increasing force and speed. Sophie cheered on as the two men spit-roasted Selena on the couch. "Nnnngh, mmnnng, nngghff!" she grunted as they pounded her from the front and back. She closed her eyes and gave in to the hurricane of emotions and sensations overwhelming her. When Sophie grabbed the cock from Selena's mouth and shoved her into her own, she finally got a chance to catch her breath, but soon that same cock was rammed back down her throat and the two Arabs continued to ruthlessly fuck her cunt and mouth while they drank from foaming champagne bottles. The man behind her dug his fingers into her hips and stopped moving. Selena heard Sophie start to cackle right before he exploded inside her and filled her with hot cum, pouring cold champagne on her back as he did so. Shivering from the cold liquid, Selena moaned around the cock in her mouth while her dress became soaked in champagne that then dripped down onto the couch. The wet leather made her lose her balance and she slipped down onto the rug. When she looked up, the guy that had been fucking her mouth pulled her head back and began spurting jets of cum right into her eye. Selena winced and her eye closed shut from the sting, but even as the two men walked away she was fully aware her job was just starting.

The now disheveled Latina stood up and fixed her messy hair as best as she could, but all she managed to do was smear the cum on her hair and fingers. Sophie was already drinking with another guy, paying her no mind. "Hey, hey!" she heard a raspy voice calling. It was Bridgette in the lounge to the left, dancing on the pole in nothing but a minuscule gold thong and heels, for a trio of men with cigars and a huge packs of green bills in each hand. Selena snorted the last of the blow that was left on the little tray and stumbled over to them, unzipping her champagne-soaked dress as she joined them. She let it fall to the floor and grabbed a hold of the metal pole. In nothing but her 10-inch heels she danced with Bridgette while the men threw money at her, her young and tanned flesh glistening with sweat and champagne.

When it came to dancing she always turned to the choreographies she'd learned as a young pop star, the difference between those moves and what a stripper did being basically just a matter of context; something she only realized much after the fact. She twirled and bent down at the waist, swinging her long, black mane and smiling for the Arabs while remembering Roberto and the first night she had danced for him and his men. The sexy Latina turned her back on them and bent down, presenting her sloppy pussy and asshole in all their glory. She spanked herself in that pose and dragged her nails up her sore butt cheek. The memory of Abel sitting there and calmly watching as Roberto's men groped her like hungry animals came to her suddenly, and she felt a sting in her soul. She let out a surprised yelp when the man sitting in the middle grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. When she closed her thighs and pulled her hair up to begin grinding on him she realized how wet she actually was. The warm feeling of the pussy juice and cum being squeezed out of her felt too good, and when the man she was dancing on pulled out his penis she couldn't wait to feel it from the inside.

"Nnnng!" she grunted as she sat on the fat prick. Her heart was beating like crazy and she couldn't stop squirming and moaning. Everything around her was sex and bare flesh, and knowing she was the main attraction for it all had her mind racing and full of lewd thoughts. She did a rough count of the crowd while keeping her thighs closed around the man's cock, wondering how many of them she'd be able to take before the night was over. The man fucking her held on to her hips and made her bounce on his prick so violently that her tits started hitting her chin. Selena was lost in the daze of the moment, everywhere around her there were naked women dancing and people drunkenly fucking. Bridgette had taken the man to her left and was straddling him and pushing her small breasts on his face. The man on the opposite side had his hands on Selena's tits while he waited for his turn. He got close to her face and said something in Arab. In his excitement he kept spitting on her as he talked and she wished that he could just go away and let her be fucked in peace. But of course that wasn't what she was being paid to do, and the spitting guy didn't have to wait long. Selena heard the man inside of her her groan into her ear and felt his cock pulsating between her cunt walls. She wiggled her ass from side to side, giggling like a little girl as he held on tightly to her midsection and emptied his load deep inside of her.

"Shukran!" she thanked him, while she turned to pleasure the next guy. He pulled down his pants and she climbed on top of him, smearing his cock with the other guy's cum. He was too drunk to give a shit about that, instead he grabbed one of her tanned tits in each hand and dove his face in between them, pushing the two mounds of flesh together while his prick penetrated her with ease. His short beard tickled Selena as he licked the inside of her breasts. She spread herself further and rode him, moving her hips back and forth with increasing speed. She heard men and women laughing behind her and slapping her ass as she worked on him but she didn't even bother to turn around. Every man there had an equal claim to her body and there was no point in knowing who was touching her. The disgraced actress and singer was fully aware that her pussy, ass and mouth were bought and paid for, and that thought was hotter than anything else going on around her.

The man she was straddling began thrusting more fiercely and she leaned into him, moaning into the moist chest hair that sprung from underneath his purple shirt, until she and him exploded with the same energy and she came on his dick as it filled her up with warm seed. "Shrukran..." she panted, kissing him on the lips when she felt the last spurt of cum splash against her walls. He pulled out, smeared the leftover cum on her pubic hair, and left.

She was about to turn when someone else took his place and pushed her head down until her face was mushed against the wet leather, where the last guy's sweaty ass had just been. Her butt was pulled up and another strange cock found its way into her cunt. The former Disney star did not try to look back and see who was thrusting into her, it was a numbers game at that point. Who he was did not matter, he was just another horny stranger using her body as he please in a crowd full of them. She dug her nails into the leather to anchor herself and took the pounding like the experienced whore she had become. Time had lost its meaning by that point and she had no idea how long he'd been fucking her, it could've been 5 minutes or 50 as far as she was concerned, but finally he tensed up and held on just long enough to pull out, flip her over and shoot cream all over her nose and cheeks. She thanked him for it just like she'd done with all the others, and found herself staring at the white ceiling made colorful by the incessant changes in the bright-colored lights, while the semen of three different men seeped out of her.

The music had become one single, monotoned hum, and she closed her eyes for a moment, thinking about how turned on she was and wondering what her fans would think if they could see her like that. In a drugged out daze she kept watching the lights dancing above her while someone else climbed on top of her. Again she didn't bother to look, what was the point? 'I'm just a warm body to be used', she thought, but so were they. Just bodies on top of other bodies, flesh rubbing against flesh with no meaning or purpose other than the most primitive of satisfactions.

She gasped when she felt his cock pushing in and squeezing the old cum out of her used cunt with every thrust. The mix of sweat and cum and pussy juice on her back made her almost slide off the couch but he caught her by the hips in time and pulled her back into him so that only hear head hung back. She stared at the upside down orgy with her mouth wide open while the stranger spat on her breasts and shouted things in Arabic that she could only assume had the same meaning as in every other country she'd been fucked. "Slut. Cunt. Stupid bitch. Whore." Those names had horrified her once, but now, even after hearing them so many times, they thrilled her. A small whimper escaped her lips when she felt him pull out and pull her head up by her hair. The warm goo fell on her lips, then on her tongue. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what it was like before, when sex was something she did out of love instead of money, when swallowing cum was something she only did out of love and on special occasions, and not every time someone shoved a penis in her mouth. Her shiny black hair served as rag for the man to wipe his dick with, and she thanked him for that too, as was expected of her. Soon she was welcoming the next guy between her lips, and then the next after that, always with a polite "Shukran" after each one had finished using her.

Selena sucked almost a dozen more cocks after that, and took a dozen more in her cunt and thanked each one for the gift of their seed in and all over her. The night went on like that until she'd lost count of how many guys had used her.

"Come on, the Sheikh's son wants us," Chailee announced, standing naked and stunning above her. Selena took her hand and struggled to get back on her feet. Her pussy felt sore and so did her throat. Her face was numb and her vision was blurry as she looked for her discarded dress and heels. Her makeup was a mess and globs of cum fell from her hair when she bent down to pick up her clothes. She was so tired and drugged out of her mind that Chailee had to help her put her heels back on and hold her up as they walked to the private room.

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Luckily, Safir's private spot was just a few steps away. The ex-Disney star stumbled inside, holding on to Chailee, and struggled to stay on her feet. She finally got a good look at Safir, or as good as she could in her current state. "Hi, I'm Selena," she stupidly announced to the man who had brought her to Dubai in the first place. Smiling, staggering, her heart beating at over two hundred per minute, she approached him. "Ready to play with me now?" she slurred with cum-breath after dropping on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, her glassy eyes now blue and brown after having lost one of her contact lenses.

Clean shaved and perfumed, Safir took a good look of the mess she was and pushed her off. The debased starlet fell gracelessly to the floor and, from the corners of the dimly-lit room, two huge men stepped out of the darkness. One was big and black and brawny, with gold-rimmed glasses and a tailored blue suit like the bouncers she'd seen outside. The other one was morbidly fat and bald, gold chains hung around his lumpy neck and rested on a hairy chest exposed by the undone buttons of his white shirt.

"I'm sorry..." she meekly said, just now realizing that Chailee had left and the door had been shut. "Did I do something wrong?"

Safir grinned and his bright white teeth seemed to float by themselves in the shadow. It made her uneasy and she spoke again. "I'm sorry if I offended you. I don't really know your culture but I'm here to serve you and--"

Suddenly, her hair was pulled. "Ow!" was all she managed to say before an open hand hit her right cheek, silencing her. The fat guy held her head and rubbed his flaccid cock on her lips and cheeks. "Please don't hit me," she pleaded and squirmed, "I'm here to serve, you don't have to-- mmmnggh! mnghh! nggh!" Her mouth became full of cock, belonging to the big guy with the glasses. He fucked it ruthlessly, with a massive, veiny prick that would've been better suited for a bull than a man, until she couldn't keep her eyes open and lost her balance, falling to the floor again with her chin and neck glossy with spit. The fat man grunted from the strain of crouching down, then reached down to pinch her nipples as his cock dangled before her eyes. She began to lick up and down his shaft like a scared little puppy and tightened her lips around the meat and jerked it with her mouth, cupping the hairy balls in her tired hand. "Mmmmnnn..." she moaned around his cock, acting like she wasn't deadly tired and afraid of him, of all of them.

"Did I tell you to do that?!" Safir angrily asked, rising to his feet.

"N--no," she stammered, letting go immediately of the fat man's cock. Her voice was small and frail, like the rest of her.

Safir stood over her. "Are you scared of me?"

"I-- I don't know."

"I have a daughter, you know. She likes your music."

"Oh, that's... nice. I'd be happy to--"

"Shut your whore mouth! I have forbidden her to listen now."

"B-b--but--"

"You dirty american whore. You filthy sinner! You stupid, good-for-nothing slut! Look at yourself. You bring shame to your country and your family. The last thing I'd ever want would be for my daughter to meet you. She will be a respectable woman, not a sad whore like you. Do you hear me?"

"Y--yes, yes. ...I'm sorry."

He took a small bag out of his pocket. "You're not only a whore, you're also a fucking junkie, aren't you?" He dangled the bag of coke in front of her face as she looked away in shame. Safir nodded to his underlings and they grabbed her and forced her to kneel before him. "I don't--" they pressed the little bag on her nose until she had no choice but to sniff it. "Again!" Safir shouted and Selena covered one of her nostrils before inhaling deeply from the bag. In the first few seconds it took for the drug to travel through her blood, she realized that was either the purest coke she'd ever tried or it was laced with something else, but soon the rush to her mind and body had taken over and she had lost all control over her thoughts. "OH, FUCK! OH FUCK! OH MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT?" she cried out, eyes wide open and fully alert as she rapidly rubbed her powdered nose.

The muscular guy picked her up and threw her on the couch. Everything spun around her as the well-built man held her by the neck and made her move aside to let his heavy partner sit behind her. She gasped for air when he let her go and hairy fingers pulled her back to the couch. She felt the fat guy poking her ass cheeks and that gave her just enough warning to prepare herself for what was coming. Her professional experience kicked in and Selena stuck two fingers in her battered pussy, quickly scooping up whatever was left of the slimy mix of cum and pussy juice still swimming inside of her, before she smeared it around her asshole, just in time to feel him trying to push the tip past it. "Owmm..." she cried softly when the fat guy lowered her and her asshole met his cock head-on. "Wait, wait..." she uselessly whimpered while the thick pole penetrated her rectum. She felt the fat guy's hot, stinky breath getting closer and closer as it filled her tight cavity, and suddenly her body was moving on its own. She heard Safir chuckling as she began to rise and fall back on it. His cock wasn't long, but it sure was wide, and every inch felt like it was going to rip her apart, but whatever it was that she had sniffed, it was working, and the cute whore squealed with delight and closed her eyes, loving the way he was stretching her asshole while he squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples between his fingers.

"Look at you. Is this what you teach little girls? Is this the example you set? Answer me!"

"N-no, I would-- mmmnnn... I would never-- They don't know I'm like this..." Selena struggled to say, her legs spread wide on the couch as she rode that girthy prick with her ass. The big man took hold of her neck and pushed her against the fat man's hairy chest. Gasping for air, Selena felt his cock-head poke around her cunt lips before it found her wet entrance and brutally rushed inside her chafed walls.

"OH MY GOOOOAAAWWWWHHDD!!!" she cried out as the second man penetrated her, stretching her tight cunt with his gargantuan cock.

"You're enjoying it, aren't you?"

"Nnnng!" She had tried to say No, but the two cocks moving like pistons inside of her took the words from her.

"Fuck her harder, it's what she wants."

Selena began to scream and her crying was loud enough to almost overpower the music. In her drug-addled daze, she wasn't even sure if she was screaming from pain or pleasure or both, such was the intensity with which she was being pounded front and back. "OH GOD, OH MY GOAWDDD!" she kept on going, her voice weak and raspy. Her petite form sandwiched between the two huge men made her feel like a helpless rag doll and the two cocks stabbing her holes in syncopation brought back the thrill of being treated like a toy, filling her with incredible pleasure and overwhelming shame.

"You bring shame to your country!" Safir kept sermonizing as she got visibly more comfortable with the two men inside of her, "You're an insult to decent women. You're a disgrace to your own family!"

"I am! I'm a whore! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the cute Latina cried out with her arms wrapped around the black man's veiny neck. Safir was still throwing insults at her but suddenly a wave of heat flooded her mind and his words became distorted. "OH MY-- FUCK! AHH FUUUCK!!!" She hung on tightly and felt her back and her abdomen tensing. The black cock in her pussy plunged deep into her until it could go no further and everything that was her began to shake and pulsate. "NNNNNNNNNGGHH!!!" she groaned, biting her lip and almost drawing blood while her pussy juice washed over that gigantic dick, still thrusting tirelessly into her. Moaning and wailing like a madwoman, Selena let go of the black guy's neck and rested her weight on the greasy belly behind her, allowing the big black pole to slide out of her reddened and worn little pussy.

"Look at that, the whore just came," Safir chuckled. Selena's eyes kept moving back and forth, unable to focus on anything for more than a second. What had she snorted? She could not figure it out, but that kind of high was unlike anything she had ever experience before. She was fully conscious of what was happening, no, more than that, she was hyper-aware of everything. But it was the the rest of her body that felt out of control, like every sense was heightened and over-stimulated. The prick invading her asshole and rectum felt incredible, every tiny little moment of friction another thrilling sensation. It was painful, but it was also glorious and it was quickly getting her close to climaxing again.

"Suck it!" The man in front of her commanded before cock-slapping her right cheek. She forced herself to concentrate on what was in front of her, the giant man with stroking his fat hose, glistening with her juices. The wet sound of his hand stroking it was so... enticing. This surprised her, but not as much as how horny the smell of her sex on was making her. Suddenly, she could not keep herself away from it. "Give it to me..." she said very softly, rubbing her clit with one hand while the other held on to the wet tube of meat and guided it into her mouth. The Texan starlet's mouth struggled to take the girth of him in. It forced her jaw to stretch to the point that it felt like it was going to dislocate from the strain, but her perverted tongue danced and twirled around the fleshy prick, tasting not only herself on it but the flavor of all the other men that had finished inside her womb, until half of its impressive length was lodged in her throat. The fat man slipped his arms under her thighs and pulled them up so that her slender body stayed in place while he jack-hammered her asshole, making her perky tits bounce and jiggle in fast-motion. "GAAAWH!" Selena exclaimed, drooling on the big man's nuts, brown and green eyes fixed on his, while her tongue wiggled around the tight space to massage the lower part of the shaft. When the fat man began to cum in her ass, the warm sensation of semen filling up her rectum made her cry out in ecstasy again. Suddenly, the thick hose slipped out of her mouth and jets of creamy seed began to hit her forehead. She took hold of the black cock and pointed it at her mouth, but the owner slapped her hand away and directed the remaining spurts right to her nose and eyes. She flinched, and in her blindness she felt someone pulling her hair and forcing her to move her head from left to right so that both sides of her chipmunk face were properly glazed. After the last spurt of jizz splashed on her lips, they lifted her limp figure.

She felt the cock in her ass slip out with a wet slurp before they threw her on something that was as soft and leathery as the couch, but much smaller. The weight of her torso was supported, but her arms and legs dangled down and so did her head. Her eyes stung as she tried to blink away the cum in her eyelashes and then, through glassy and watery eyes, she saw that the room was upside down and Safir standing above her. Cumdrunk and drugged out of her mind, it took her a moment to understand her position. She gathered enough strength to lift her head and look at her extremities hanging to the sides of what looked to her like an ottoman. She could still feel them, but could not control them.

When she felt too exhausted and dizzy to keep her head up she saw Safir's cock raised above her. "Wh-- what are you doing?" she slurred, languidly trying to will her body to a more comfortable position, but to no avail. With his long, brown cock in hand, Safir calmly ordered her to open wide, squatting down to meet her mouth. "Wider!" he demanded, and Selena obediently stretched her mouth open and welcomed him in. That thick brown cock descended slowly in a perfect 45 degree angle, and slid down her throat until it occupied every millimeter of space within it. Her tongue and nose were still a little numb from the coke, yet she could taste piss and sweat on his foreskin, and smell the musk in the tightened ballsack that rested on her nostrils. He sighed deeply before pulling back, and when his cock came out, a big glob of spit came along with it. The sticky string ran down her face and pooled between her cheekbone and her right eye. Her left eye had cleared up somehow and she saw the stringy spit that dangled from his shaft as he began to squat again. Soon he was stretching her mouth and throat again and all the Texan whore could see was his balls and his ass.

"UHG! AHG! GAHH!" she groaned around his cock. He had started to pump her throat now. Selena was crying and writhing while he thrust hard and fast into her mouth. It was rough, and she kept feeling like she was going to pass out, and yet, having her throat filled up like that wasn't entirely unpleasant, there was still a delicious thrill to being completely helpless while a powerful man brought her to the brink of asphyxia with nothing but his cock.

Safir pulled back and his wet cock rested on her chin as she spat and gasped for air. He shouted something to his minions and Selena heard the music get louder and then the sound of more people coming into the room. The door to the VIP lounges was open wide and amidst all that white smoke she thought she saw Sabrina and the other girls laughing. Then, the music quieted down again, and an unknown number of hands began grabbing her. Safir's thick cock descended upon her again. "CUGH! NGHF!" she groaned with Safir's dick lodged in her throat. She couldn't see who was touching her but their hands, too many to count, were all over her. Hands slapping and squeezing her tits with no regard for how sore they already were. Hands on the inside of her thighs, prying them open, reaching for her crotch. Then it was fingers, countless fingers rubbing her cunt, slipping between her flesh and the leather to dig into her ass crack, and more fingers spreading her lips wide open, slithering into her.

Safir pulled back just when everything was going black, and Selena let out a grating, desperate gasp for air while the fingers in her pussy gave way to a beefy sausage that almost drove her to climax again with the its sheer bulk. Safir's cock slid down back into her throat and the Disney-trained whore came again, feeling like she was being split in half by the two men thrusting into her at the same time. "GGGGHHHHHGGGG!" was the muffled, feral sound that she kept making as her body shook with a rapturous orgasm. The cock in her pussy suddenly reacted to the pressure of her gushing walls, and its warm seed spilled inside while laughs, taunts and obscenities filled the air. The men were having a blast watching her abdominal muscles contract and her perfect tits jiggle with every violent spasm of pleasure, and all that shame and humiliation only served to fuel the pyre of unbridled lust that Selena had become.

When the orgasm finally subsided, both men pulled out and Selena just laid there, limp and useless, staring at the ceiling while another one of Safir's men took the opportunity to have fun with her sore and sloppy hole. The physical exertion she had been put through was too much, and that cloud of exhilaration and energy had began to abandon her almost completely but, as exhausted and beat as she was, there was still an undeniable thrill

In her drug-altered mind, she could almost see herself lying there, right in the middle of a circle of horny men taking turns on her, like a sacrifice of flesh in some occult and debaucherous ritual. The darkest, most deviant part of her welcomed the rough and invasive sensation of Safir plugging her throat with his meat, and the feel of his scrotum brushing against her upper lip as he ruthlessly fucked her mouth.

"GOAWK! GOAWK! GOAWK!" the wet sounds coming from Selena's throat and mouth sounded almost alien to her ears. Bubbles of spit formed around her mouth every time Safir pulled out, then popped under the pressure of his cock slipping inside again. Soon she was reduced to a red-faced, heavily-panting mess. Her heart was racing and her mouth, pussy and asshole were burning, but the marathon continued. Her mind wondered on its own and she began to find it odd that no one was cumming inside of her anymore, as they'd been doing all night, opting instead to spill their loads right on her tits and midsection. She couldn't see herself, but she could feel the loads and splashes of warm liquid raining on her skin.

By the time Safir finally got tired of abusing her throat, the gurgly sounds of her throat being fucked had become as familiar to the Latina as her own voice. Selena's mouth and Safir's cock had become so close, so used to each other, that she had almost forgotten what it was like to be able to breathe freely and to not have her own drool pooling in her nostrils and covering her eyes.

Safir was completely out of breath as he slipped out of Selena's mouth, allowing her a brief respite while he called her a whore a few more times. His men had finished having their way with the drowsy whore. She spat and drooled over her own face, gasping for air and barely paying any attention to the insults before he aimed his cock at her mouth one last time and plunged it deep inside her throat, like a sword being driven into the ground. "AGHH AUGHHHH!" the Texan whore groaned as her throat began to fill with hot, buttery jizz. She struggled to swallow the frothy, warm load and as Safir's cock finally left her mouth, strings of cum and spit flew everywhere, and the longest of them all stretched precariously from the head of his cock to her upper lip.

The rich man wiped his dick on her hair and ordered the contingent of men to leave. He told her to get up, and it took Selena several attempts until she was able to will her abused body to move. Her arm got wet when she finally rolled over on the ottoman, coming in contact with the pool of cum, sweat and spit she was soaking in. Panting and coughing up cum, she looked down at the many loads that had coated her sore, reddened tits. "Shu-- shukran..." she said with a raspy, barely-there voice, looking up at Safir as he talked on his cell phone, and thought, 'It's over, I can go home now'.

Except it wasn't over yet. Safir had one more surprise to make her earn the absurd amount of money he was going to pay for the rights to use her however he wanted.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her up with surprising patience and kindness, he even helped her find her crumpled up dress, which Selena used to wipe the cum off of her eyes before putting it back on. Selena's legs were so tired she could barely stay on her feet, so Safir had to hold her up and help her walk. She was so glad to be done, and the change in Safir's attitude towards her was nice too. Many of her johns enjoyed treating her like shit, because humiliating, degrading and fucking a young, beautiful pop star was a luxury that very few people in the world could afford. It was all part of the pricey, once-in-a-lifetime experience her services provided. But after she had squeezed the last drop of semen out, most of them turned back into perfect gentlemen, and right then, Safir seemed to be exactly that kind of client.

It wasn't until they went through the door that she realized her whore duties were not over. The whole club had stopped just to look at them, or rather, at her. She was barefoot and the front of her dress had become darkened with the cum and spit it had soaked from her chest. By pure instinct, she tried to run a hand through her hair to look more presentable, but her fingers got entangled in the messy knots of sticky hair that had been getting used as a cum-rag for most of the night.

Semen was still dripping out of every one of her holes as she wobbled across the room, led by Safir's hand. All of those sounds and smells and bright lights overwhelmed her as if she had been living in a cave for several months and had suddenly been brought back to civilization. The attendees were laughing and shouting stuff, but Selena did not dare to look up at them. She hated herself for it, but being paraded like that in front of everyone aroused her. 'I'm disgusting', she thought, feeling her battered pussy getting wet again, 'Why am I like this?'

When they got to the main lounge in the center, all Safir needed to do to get her on her knees was tap her lightly on the shoulders. "Stay," He commanded, pointing his finger down at her as if she was a dog in training. Selena wasn't sure if she'd be able to stand up even if he wanted her to. Then, from among the crowd, the four Instagram models Selena had arrived with were brought into the circle by Safir's men. Chailee and Bridgette were told to kneel to Selena's right, and Sabrina and Sophie on her left. They were all completely naked, and even in her dazed mental state, Selena noticed how tired they looked and wondered if they'd gone through as much as she had, and why she was the only one who had been allowed to put her clothes back on. The music stopped and Safir said a few words in Arab that made the crowd raise their glasses and cheer. Then a man came up to the group shouting something through clenched teeth and held Selena's head while rubbing his dick on her dirty hair, stroking madly until the creamy semen began to leak out and his load turned the hair above her forehead into several wet, whiteish clumps. The thickest of the globs rolled down and fell on the bridge of her cute nose, and the crowd laughed out loud when Safir patted her head and told Selena she was being a good dog.

Selena kept looking down at the floor while more men approached. Some of them had their cocks sticking out of their flyers, others were completely naked, but they all formed a tight circle around the lineup of whores. The first man to cum splashed Chailee on the side of her head. The second one hit Bridgette's nose and bone cheeks with a splash of clear droplets. The third shot a thick wad on Sabrina's huge, freckled tits and a couple of seconds later Sophie was getting her forehead smeared with a sticky layer of man-cream.

All bets were off when Safir walked into the crowd and disappeared behind a sea of men that quickly surrounded the five women until there was almost no room to breathe. Suddenly there were hands and fingers and cocks all over Selena. There were so many men jerking off around her that she could not see the other girls anymore, and she could barely hear them moaning over the deafening sounds of men starting to climax all around her. She started to feel warm semen falling on her hair and shoulders. Two cocks were suddenly pushed on her face and spat goo all over her eyes. Selena wiped the cum away from her hand just in time to see the brown cock that was about to be shoved into her mouth. Someone grabbed her by the hair and forced her head back so that her throat could be fucked more easily. Cum splashed on her tongue and the stranger's cock pulled back only to be replaced by another one. Selena closed her eyes and offered no resistance as dozens of men took turns using her mouth and showering her with jizz. One after another they kept shooting their semen onto her hair and face. They came from right and left, up and down, front and back. Sometimes it was one cock spurting seed on her tongue, sometimes it was two or three at the same time, filling her mouth with so much cum that she had to swallow their collected load in two or three gulps.

Suddenly, the crowd moved even closer. The slutty Latina made a pained sound as the weight of all the men pushing over each other caused her to fall down. She felt something hot and wet splash against her face and realized it was the frothy puddle of cum, sweat and spit that had accumulated under her. But before she could even process that disgusting notion, someone grabbed her from behind, pulled up her skirt, and started to fuck her doggy-style. Selena forced herself to relax, what was one more man inside of her going to do when she had already been used and abused by more people than she could count. She used the last of her strength to hold herself steady as the stranger pounded her, and more cocks continued to shoot sperm on her face. Then she felt him shaking inside her cunt, and the all too familiar warmness of a thick load coated her insides. The man pulled out but there was no respite, another stranger had taken his place almost immediately. When he pushed himself inside, Selena's cunt was so raw that she was thankful for all that cum acting as lubricant.

The seemingly never-ending barrage of erect penises continued to smother her and the air became thick with the smells of sweat and sex. From time to time, the countless pairs of legs and arms and dangling cocks before her would allow her to get a quick peek of the other girls, they too were squirming in puddles of cum and and having their holes stuffed from every angle. But then the crowd would push forward and pack itself tighter, and Selena would be left alone in her own little bubble of sin, hearing herself grunt and moan from a distance, as if it the animal noises coming from her abused throat were not really hers, but of that pathetic whore she could no longer recognize or control.

A hand almost as big as her head pulled her close and forced her to swallow eight inches of sweaty cock as it spilled thick white fluid straight into her gullet. "Mmmph...glug...urrk!" Selena grunted right before a massive cock was savagely rammed into her asshole, causing her to choke. Warm sperm shot out of her nostrils and she cried out in pain before she started coughing up whatever was left of that particular load. The man in her ass pumped her a few more times then pulled out to paint her ass in white while she was still trying to blow out the cum inside her nose.

The merciless groping and fucking and glazing continued like that until she was nothing bug a sloppy, worn out rag doll that could barely move or moan or complain. And yet, despite everything, the orgasms kept coming. Even when she could no longer hold her own weight up and they were fucking her face down on the floor, Selena kept cumming and whimpering with pleasure into the pool of bodily fluids her face and hair were soaking in. She came more times in that night than she could count, and then, after the last man at the party had had her turn with her, they finally left her alone.

Slowly, everyone began to leave. There was no more music or smoke or shouting, only the murmur of a crowd heading for the exit. Selena felt dizzy and completely spent. She closed her eyes and felt herself drifting off into sleep.

"Open your eyes, whore."

Safir's voice echoed around the empty venue. He pulled her up by the hair, but Selena did not have any energy left to complain. "Look at me!" he shouted in her face. When he held her chin and forced her to look up and face him, a thick drop of cum rolled down her forehead and ran down her nose until it settled right above her lip. For a brief moment, Selena located the girls she had arrived with right as they were about to leave. They were looking back at her with trepidation as they exited the VIP area. Their dresses were either torn or completely gone, and in their ruined hairdos and smeared lipstick she saw the things that had been done to them. 'At least they can still walk', she thought. Then they also disappeared, and she was left completely alone with Safir.

"I want you to understand," he said, and Selena could do nothing but whimper and try to crawl on the wet floor as he dragged her by the hair to the nearest window. She was almost being held up by her hair, her open mouth gasping for air in short breaths as he forced her to face her reflection in the dark glass.

"Your only contribution to this world is this."

Her eyelashes were stuck together and her eyes were red, every blink becoming a struggle under the weight of the cum drops dripping down from her eyebrows, but after her vision cleared up just enough, Safir's point became evident.

It was hard to believe that the worn out, cum-smeared whore looking back at her with tired eyes and a ruined dress was herself. Most of her hair had been turned into a viscous mess, with sticky clumps and wet strands sticking to the sides of her face, her lipstick was smeared around the corners of her lips and tiny bubbles of cum danced in her left nostril along with her breathing. A lonesome tear ran down one of the dark trails of mascara that drew two messy, uneven lines from her eyes down to her puffy cheeks, and everything from her forehead down to her chest was covered in a thick glaze of man juice.

"You see now? This is exactly what I don't want my daughter to be."

She held back from making any noise, but the tears started flowing anyway.

"When my daughter asks me why she's not allowed to listen to the trash you call music, I will show her this."

He forced her chin up one last time, and Selena looked away from the camera taking her picture. Then it was over, and he finally let her go. "The money has been transferred to your account and your driver is waiting outside. Now get the fuck out of my sight. You disgust me," he said as he walked away.

Time stood still, or so it seemed for Selena while she laid there in filth, frozen in the same spot Sadir had left her, too afraid of moving or doing anything unless someone told her to, even after he was long gone. Her breathing had slowed down, and so had her mind. Gone was the rush of the drugs and the sordidness, the extreme, exhilarating high of being used and manhandled had given way to the crushing lows of the aftermath, of understanding the full extent of her corruption, and having to now live with herself and that knowledge. Every single part of her hurt, but she was done now, she had earned every last cent of the exorbitant amount she had charged for that night. Now it was time to go, to leave all of it behind.

Still in a daze, she started to get up with difficulty, then her foot slipped on a wet spot and she fell back down and banged her elbow. "Ow..." she cried softly. This was always the worst part, having to walk out and face the world, avoiding looking at herself in the mirror while she cleaned herself, trying to let go of Slutlena and going back to being herself, whoever the fuck that was. But today... it was even worse. It was almost unbearable.

She had stopped crying by the time she started making her way down the stairs. Everything was pain. Her eyes stung, her throat was sore, her pussy felt like it had been put to a sander and her asshole burned and kept gaping uncomfortably. Her inflamed breasts bounced after each step, aching from all the groping and pinching, and her chafed nipples rubbing against the now crusty fabric of her skanky dress only made it worse.

The cool air of the night provided her a brief moment of relief once she stepped outside. It was somewhat surreal to be out on the street again, watching cars go by, seeing the faces of regular people who had no idea of the shameful things she had been doing all night. When the Tall Man approached her, coat in hand, she couldn't help herself and jumped into his arms, seeking warmth, wanting to feel safe and cared for.

She found nothing. "Stick" was as cold and stoic as always and Selena felt more lost and alone than ever.

"I've received several offers that I thought might interest you," He offered once she was resting inside the black SUV, "there's a potential client in Lisbon that--"

"No, stop, ...please. I don't wanna do it. I don't want to do anything. Just give me my stuff and let's go home."

He stopped at a red light, pulled something out from the glove box and passed it to her. "Home?"

She opened the yellow bottle full of "easy pills" and sighed. "America. I'll figure out the rest later."

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To Be Continued...