New York Whore Epilogue

 New York Whore 

EPILOGUE

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(One month later).

"Selena Gomez stepped onto the scene today at the AMAs rocking some new hair and honestly we are completely shook!"

"Selena just shocked the whole world with a spicy new look that has everyone gawking at her in awe!"

"Tonight she will be performing live for the first time since her disappearing for months from the public eye and we can't wait to see what she'll do!"

Selena Gomez stepped out of an S.U.V. and onto the American Music Awards red carpet sporting platinum blonde hair, a completely new look for her that stunned everyone in attendance as well as every single fan watching from home. Along with the new hair, she wore an edgy, black leather mini-dress that showed off her deliciously tanned legs. All eyes were on her as she walked the red carpet flaunting her brand-new, sexed-up style and give-no-fucks attitude.

She briefly posed for the photographers and kept it short with the interviewers.

"Selena! How's the blonde life treating ya?"

"So far, so good."

"It really suits you."

"Thank you, I really wanted to try something different, y'know?"

"Well, let me tell you, you've never looked sexier than tonight!"

"Yes, I know..." she said with a smile and then walked away laughing. She had a lot of things to do that night.

Inside the elevator that would take her to her dressing room her assistant asked, "Are you nervous?"

Selena had cut ties with her and anyone else in her team for months and, since her return, every interaction with her had been awkward. She was so distant now when she talked to them, so uninterested in her career, like a completely different person.

"You mean about the show or the after-party?"

"Um, the show... why would you be nervous about the party?"

"Yeah, you're right."

"Wait, are you performing at the after-party too? Because I haven't been notified."

"I won't be singing at the after-party, Theresa, don't worry."

"...Okay, and while we're on the subject, why am I not allowed there? Is there something going on?"

"Nothing you need to be concerned about, it's just a different thing this time, you don't need to be involved."

Selena sang a new song called "Wolves" at the awards show that night. Her performance was a bit lackluster and she knew it, but the public had no way of knowing that singing was the last thing on her mind.

What she was actually interested in was a second, more exclusive performance she was going to give that night for the people at her record label and their guests. Justin was throwing the party at his mansion in the Hollywood hills, he had put the whole thing together as a way of smoothing things out with the industry after so many months of Selena being gone. It had been the tall man's idea. His opinion was that if Selena continued to withdraw from the spotlight that would not only affect her career as an entertainer but that it would seriously lower her market-value as a prostitute. Justin agreed, her live performances, photo-shoots, meet and greets, casting calls and promotional events would be the perfect cover for a high-class and super exclusive escort. The tall man would handle everything from logistics and security for a percentage of every deal and Justin would make sure that Selena performed well. Together they were going to make so much money selling her.

Selena's assistant was supposed to go home after the ceremony, her Boss had made it clear she would not be needed at the after-party, but she was just too curious to stay away. She couldn't figure out why Selena was acting so weird around her. She used to be her friend, she used to confide in her with her deepest secrets and fears but now she was cold and distant, treating her like just another employee. It all made sense once she stepped into the fancy dining hall where most of the guests were hanging around. There was a huge table dining table with dozens of different dishes and delicacies to choose from, as well a bottles of expensive wine deserts. And there was Selena right in the center of it all, naked from head to toe and served up as the main course on a big silver tray like a roasted pig or a thanksgiving turkey. Theresa stood in a corner, frozen and slack-jawed while one of the guests approached the beautiful singer and fed her his fat cock. Other guests soon joined him, doing whatever they wanted with Selena's young and luscious body, feasting on her juicy tits like hungry wolves and stuffing every one of her holes that she happily offered for them. It was a curious, perverse sight; the petite actress squirming and slithering over squashed grapes, juicy steaks and pools of gravy while they fucked her every hole in front of a crowd of elegant, well-dressed people. Drinking their champagne and enjoying their caviar they laughed and toasted as her bronzed skin was continuously glazed with the cum of dozens of men. Selena thanked each of them with a warm smile before welcoming the next guest to enjoy the buffet of her flesh while Justin watched from a distance, every now and then she would turn her head in his direction with love in her eyes, seeking the approval of her pimp.

Her assistant lost track of time, she had no idea if she'd been watching for an hour or 5 minutes. Was she dreaming?

"Se-- Selena what the hell is going on?!" she finally snapped as she approached the table. She had started crying and her voice was breaking.

"Ugh, what are you doing here?!" The blonde-haired slut replied with difficulty while the C.F.O. of Universal Music plowed her from behind, her beautiful breasts smashing against a chocolate cake with every violent thrust.

"Get out of here, Theresa, can't you see I'm working?!"

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