New York Whore Chapter 10

 New York Whore 

Chapter Ten.

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"Oh my God, Beatrice, are you seeing this?!"

"I always suspected it but damn... to just come out and confirm it like this..."

"What a fucking slut!"

"How much do you think she got for that?"

"Is that-- no, that can't be Selena Gomez, ...right?"

"I'm telling you, these young girls nowadays will do anything to get ahead..."

"She's already rich, what the fuck is she doing?"

"Look at her makeup, what a disgrace!"

"Those Disney girls, man... they're all screwed up."

Selena Gomez heard it all as she made her way back to her former boyfriend and current pimp with the fabric of her short dress sticking to her thighs, her ass and the other places where her skin was still glazed with Newton's semen. She was doing her best to appear unfazed by their comments and the industry scandal she had just created by coming out of that bedroom with such an unmistakable post-coitus look. Her hair wasn't right, her makeup was running, she was still sweaty and breathing heavy. Holding back the tears of shame was becoming more difficult with every second.

"I did it. Can we go now?"

Justin grinned and took a sip of his drink, "How was it?"

"It-- Can we just... Can we please go now?"

"You liked it, didn't you?"

She looked the other way, her watery eyes barely containing the flood of tears waiting behind her stern expression.

"I knew you would. Did you cum too?"

"Please, Jus--"

"Answer me!"

"...Yes," she admitted, wiping a tear away with the back of her hand.

"Of course you did, you filthy slut."

Justin pulled his guilt-ridden whore towards him and his hand traveled up her short skirt.

"Justin, everyone is watching! What are you--Mmmnh!"

His curious fingers parted the still wet and sticky lips of her dirty cunt, she shivered in his hand when he dug in and scooped out some of the cum still swimming in her.

"Justin, please, not here..."

He raised his hand and examined the thick substance on the tip of his finger. "You let him cum inside you, huh? No, I bet you begged him to do it... isn't that right, cumslut?"

"I... I did."

"Clean my finger."

"Justin, please..."

"Eat it, Selena. Now."

With everyone watching, Selena sighed and quickly closed her lips around his wet finger, drawing a loud murmur from the nosy crowd as she sucked it clean of the same cum and juices she could still feel dribbling out of her tired pussy.

"Good girl. But you shouldn't feel bad about it. I love that you let clients fill you up, I'd watch every man here cum inside of you if I could."

"You're disgusting. Can we go now?"

"Go where?"

"Home."

"What? Home? You think you can punch out early on your first night? We're just getting started, baby! C'mon, your next customer is waiting."

"No! Please, Justin, I did what you wanted! I was good! I was good!"

"Calm down, ok? And don't try to act all shy with me. I saw the way you were looking at Janick and his wife. You could not wait to fuck them. "

"I... I can't do it again, not tonight. I just want to go home. Maybe some other time I'll--"

"Just wait here, I'll go get Janick."

Selena's heart-beat raised as she watched her pimp walking towards the head of her record label. She saw the two men talking but could not figure out what they were saying. Then they started walking in her direction at the same time that Magda Chen, from the other side of the room, called for her, "Selena! Selena! You have to tell me what's going on with you! Demi would be so mortified if she--"

"I can't do this," she thought, "I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this, Ican't--"

The corrupted popstar panicked and fled the from the living room, knocking down an older lady on her desperate escape. Darting to the front door she lost all composure as well as her bag and her shoes. She reached the hallway and kept going for the elevator. Her only plan was to make it to the front desk and ask for help, she'd go to the police if she had to; anything to stop the spiral of corruption and depravity she had been riding on since Abel called her that day and pressured her into discovering a wicked aspect of her personality she had never known before. She was surrounded by people who wanted to use her, who pushed her into selling herself and no matter how much she tried lying to herself, Selena knew she enjoyed it too much. She had to stop herself before it was too late to stop, even if it ruined her.

The metal doors opened. There was a man at the desk with his back turned to her. Barefoot and out of breath she sprang out of the elevator but crashed against a massive physique blocking her way.

"No! Please let me go, Mike! I can't--!"

Justin's bodyguard covered her mouth with a damp rag and she suddenly lost all strength in her legs. The tangy smell of whatever chemicals the cloth was soaked in made her head begin to spin and a profound exhaustion washed over her whole being. In the middle of a strange, weakened daze she felt Mike pick up her limp body like a ragdoll. "She's pretty wasted, I better take her home..." she heard him say to the doorman as he carried her back to the big black S.U.V. she had arrived in earlier that night. He wasn't really lying about that, Selena had drank too much that night and, as the adrenaline running through her veins finally began to wear off, all of the alcohol in her system suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks. She couldn't form any words and barely understood what was going on. All she knew was that she was in the back seat of a moving car and that the city lights looked like giant fireflies as they sped past them.

Justin and his driver rode in the front while the dazed star lied on the back seat with her head resting on Mike's lap. The music was very loud, some EDM shit that kept the whole vehicle vibrating constantly with its huge sub woofers threatening to blow. Bieber kept laughing out loud about something she could not make out while smoking pot and blowing the smoke on his driver's face. Half-awake, Selena mumbled, "Where are we going?" and she got no answer. But just as she finished that sentence, the car hit a bump on the road and Mike cupped her right breast through her dress. It was light and quick at first, just a slight brush like he was testing her response. She stayed still and he did it again. The third time he just left his hand on her boob, pressing it lightly. Selena let out a long sigh that encouraged him and after that he went all in and squeezed her full breast inside his hand, rolling her nipple between the sides of his thumb and index finger. The pretty whore froze and looked up into his eyes, too inebriated to even try to get up or push him away. Then his curious hand traveled carefully down her side, discovering the contours of her slim anatomy hiding under her silky dress all the way to its end. With her heart beating quickly in her chest, Selena could see him constantly looking over to the front of the car and then back at her. He was obviously scared of his boss figuring out what he was doing back there, but not enough to stop massaging her exposed ass cheeks for even a second. A shiver went through her when he found her pink opening and she gasped as his fat finger burrowed between her walls still covered with her last client's semen. Mike pulled it out and put it on top of her lips, telling her to stay quiet as he unzipped his fly and took out his semi-hard dick. On her lips was left a thin film of her pussy juice, Selena nodded and licked them clean, recognizing the distinct flavor of Arnie's cum still swimming inside her while Mike continued to finger her sensitive, insatiable juicy cunt.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was fear or revenge, but Selena never tattled on Mike. All she had to do was scream for help or kick the back of his seat to let Justin know what his most trusted employee was doing behind his back and he would have to let her go; he'd be fired and ruined. Instead, the drunken latina tilted her head and opened her mouth to engulf the tip of the bodyguard's prick. She sucked on it with her eyes closed, enjoying the 4/4 beats of the heavy bass vibrating through the swelling tube of meat going back and forth between her lips. "Why am I doing this? Who am I?" she thought while she massaged Mike's balls with her sweaty hand, "I didn't use to be like this, I used to be proud of myself... What's wrong with me?!" Every chastising thought that went through her mind just seemed to reinforce the vehemence of her movements and the fire in her eyes. Her free hand began stroking him hard and her tongue was dancing all around his swollen head. She was sucking his cock with everything she had, rubbing her wet thighs against the hand invading her pussy and quickly driving her closer to her second orgasm that night. "I was always a good girl. I went to church on sundays, I never cheated on my boyfriends, I never even touched a penis until I was 19 but now I... I can't stop!" her brain kept racing while her lips worked tirelessly in perfect sync with her hands, having found the exact rhythm for her mouth and fingers to pleasure Mike's throbbing prick, leaking pre-cum right on the tipsy texan's busy tongue. "I'm not even attracted to him... So why can't I stop?! Why am I letting him take advantage of me?! Why do I want to taste his cum so bad? Oh God, I love his cock in my mouth! I love his fingers curling inside of me! I love this feeling! I LOVE IT! I FUCKING LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!!!"

Mike's body shook suddenly, he gripped Selena's hair bun and twisted her neck as he shot his hot seed right into her mouth. Her big brown eyes opened wide and she joyfully drank from his spasming cock. The warm feeling of cum filling her cheeks sent the fallen pop-star over the edge, she grabbed Mike's wrist and pushed his hand even deeper into her cunt, the two huge fingers curled up inside and her thighs smothered his wrist. The drunk slut gasped and quivered in his lap as she came hard in his hand, his fresh cum spilling over the sides of her mouth and down her neck.

When it was over they both turned to the front of the vehicle where Justin seemed to be completely oblivious to their involvement, too occupied with rapping along to whatever trap song was blasting from the stereo and blowing smoke out the window to pay attention to them. Mike tried to put away his penis but not before the slutty latina traced her tongue over the length of his shaft, dutifully cleaning the last drops of cum she had not swallowed until his softening meat was clean and glistening from just her saliva. Selena still had his cock in her hand when he wiped his sticky hand on her high-priced dress as if it was nothing more than a rag; a crass and demeaning move she enjoyed immensely. It made her want to make him hard again. Slutlena was in full effect and all she wanted to do was reward him for how shamelessly he had touched her without asking permission, and especially since he had done it behind her pimp's back. But just as she had him growing between her tireless lips again she noticed something strange in him. There was something very awkward now in the way he was staring at her and stroking her hair cum-stained hair. "Eww, no!" she thought, realizing that was love she was seeing in his eyes. The bodyguard was falling for her like so many men before him, and that was the absolute last thing she wanted from a man that night. Disgusted, she released him and sat up on the seat next to him, looking out the window and ignoring him for the rest of the ride.

When the car parked outside of Bieber's building, Mike got off first and opened the door for Selena. "Ugh," she said as she passed him by swiftly and without giving him so much as a look. A trio of college kids walking down the sidewalk gazed at her for a moment while she stood outside the entrance waiting for Bieber and his driver to catch up to her. The young men were clearly wondering if the barefoot hottie with the stained and tattered dress and the sloppy makeup standing in front of them could really be the Selena Gomez. She only smiled at them first. Mike was staring from the car, of course, but Justin was taking his time inside and so, with her back against the corner of the wall, she waited for them to get closer and teased them by slightly lifting the front of her skirt. The young men slowed down at the sight of her delectable thighs, "Bro, it's really her!" one of them said, excitedly hitting one of his friends in the upper arm.

"Looks like she had a wild night..."

"Damn, dude, she's hot as fuck!"

"Hi, boys!" the famous latina greeted them seductively and their jaws dropped when Selena Gomez flashed them her pussy right there on the street.

"OH FUCK!" they all shouted in awe of her cute little pussy lips crowned by a tiny patch of dark pubic hair.

Mike stepped in front of them before they could get near the slutty star, "Alright, alright! Get the fuck outta here now!" he yelled, showing them the 45 resting in his holster. "Ugh!" Selena complained again as the guys started walking away. One of them turned around to get one last look at her and she waved goodbye with her fingers. She heard one of the boys shouting "BEST CITY IN THE FUCKING WORLD!" just before Bieber forcibly pulled her inside the building.

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To be Continued...