Thank You For Your Service Chapter 2

 Thank You For Your Service 

Chapter 2
by Noopster.

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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this shit is ridiculous anyway. Thanks for reading.
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Selena sat in the main hall and had lunch with many of the young veterans as their guest of honor. The food was tasty and abundant, but over the clatter of knife and plate and the low mutter of table talk, she began to notice a group of soldiers looking at her in a strange way and whispering to themselves as if they knew something about her. She brushed it off, that kind of thing happened to famous people in public places all the time.

After dessert, it was time to meet the veterans in the next wing of the hospital. Feeling like she had finally made a difference for someone, the sweet singer was feeling a lot looser in her interactions with the wounded soldiers. Instead of the awkward silences that led to the sad stories and disturbing anecdotes, she started talking to them about movies and music, genuinely enjoying the time she was spending with them.

She felt a little embarrassed when she caught one of the guys staring at her tits. It wasn't easy to notice from far away, but now that she was without her bra, the slightly dark outline of her areolas and pointy little nipples was visible from a closer distance. The former Disney star covered her chest with her long brown hair when the nurses or the families came over to take a photo, but when it was just the soldiers and her she would let them look, feeling like that at least made up for how boring her outfit was.

"Okay, everybody together now, let's take a group photo."

A group of soldiers in their navy uniforms gathered around the young latina and packed themselves tightly so they could all fit inside the fame. Lieutenant Hings, the oldest one of the group, stood to her right with his arm around her waist. He was a short, white man in his early forties with a shaved head who outranked most of the people there and had the arrogance to go with his superior position, as evidenced by how confidently he had just grabbed the slim girl.

"Okay, now smile," the woman holding the camera said. As the shutter began to click, Selena felt his hand slowly travel up her side, snaking around as she continued to smile for the camera until it rested on the side of her breast. 'What the hell?' the young brunette thought as the group waited for one of the nurses to join them. The lieutenant was acting like nothing was happening, and the soldier to her left was close enough to her body to hide the hand touching her boob from everyone else.

"Hurry up, Stanley, we can't wait for you all day," one of the navy men shouted, gesturing at a man running towards the group while Selena felt those fingers gently squeezing her boob from the side. When Stanley reached them and positioned himself in the back, Lieutenant Hings quickly leaned into Selena and whispered, "I heard what you did for Norm."

"Alright, 1, 2, 3, say cheese!"

Selena's olive skin turned to bright red as his hand continued to grope her tit in front of everyone there. It was embarrassing, but there was no way she was going to make a scene, so she just stood there with an awkward smile until the lady felt she'd taken enough photos. The people in the photo thanked her before moving on, except for Hings, who stopped her before she could get away and asked, "Can I talk to you for a second? I need to ask you a huge favor."

'A favor? The gall of this guy,' she thought. 'He just touched me like that and now he's acting like it's all cool between us'.

Without even waiting for her answer, the officer put his hand on her back and led her a few feet away from the staff so they would not hear him. The arrogance of the man irked Selena, especially how he kept touching her as if it was a completely natural thing to do. "Listen, I really want to thank you for what you did for Norm. That was special, not a lot of people in your position would be so... charitable."

"I was just-- I was trying to make him feel better," the young singer said, doing a poor job of hiding how nervous the subject was making her.

"And you did, trust me, I haven't seen him this happy in months. But it got me thinking...a girl as pretty and kind as you would probably want to help more, right?"

"I... I don't think I should--"

"Come on now, are you telling me you don't want to help these heroes?" He was intentionally louder with that last sentence, and when the starlet saw a couple of heads turning in their direction, she found herself having to raise her voice to do some damage control. 

"Of course I want to help, Lieutenant, anything I can do for these brave men."

"Good," he said in a quieter voice this time. He was a pretty smooth operator, she had to admit. Not only had he copped a feel without anyone noticing, but now he had her at a disadvantage. It could end up being a terrible P.R. move if she refused to go with whatever he was about to ask. "You see, I have another friend who could use your help. Sergeant Ramirez. An IED blew the armored vehicle he was traveling in and he was the only survivor. He's recuperated physically but mentally... well, you'll see what I mean when we visit his room."

"Visit-- I'm sorry, that sounds horrible but I don't know what I could possibly do to help."

"Same thing you did for Norm," he replied, very matter of factly.

"Same--" She stopped herself, her mouth tightened and her color began to rise. Signaling all of the people around them with her eyes, she said, "Can we discuss this somewhere else?"

Hings gestured with his arm for her to take the lead. Once they were in the hallway, away from curious ears, Selena began to explain. "Okay listen, I think there's been a misunderstanding here. What happened with Norm... that's not something I go around doing."

"It's not?"

"No! I'm not a slut! ...And I love my boyfriend.”

“That’s very sweet. Are you going to tell him that you sucked a soldier’s dick before or after you kiss him tonight?”

She was silent and unable to hold his gaze.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“I just felt bad for the guy, okay? When he told me about his wife and stuff… I just wanted to make him feel better, it’s not like I was-- I’m not a cheater, that wasn’t why I did what I did.” 

"But you don't feel bad for a man who lost his brothers in an explosion? A man so depressed he won't get out of bed or talk to his own family when they come to see him?"

Selena's heart sunk as he continued telling her all that Sargeant Ramirez had gone through. When he was done, her eyes had gotten teary again and she was in evident distress for the fate of a man she had not even met. "Okay, I'll meet him,” she sighed, “But I won't... I can't do that, okay? So I don't know what good it’ll even do. If he won't see his family, why would he want to see me?" 

"Because..." he said, closing in until his body was pressed against hers and holding her chin. "His family doesn't look this cute." His thumb brushed against her lips and when she tried to step back, the wall prevented her from getting away. "Just work your charm on him, give him a little kiss on the cheek or something. See how it goes from there." He pushed with his finger and the young girl stood still, letting it go past her lips and grace her tongue, even though she didn’t understand why. It wasn’t fear or timidity that made her close her lips around it as he pulled it back, it was something else entirely, something obscene and unspeakable that had her bottom lip quivering, even after he had left it alone.

"Okay..." she said very softly. Hings looked down at her chest and smiled. Selena realized her nipples were rock hard and she was breathing heavy. She wasn't sure why, but that man was having a strong effect on her that her body could not deny. 

"Good," the older man said, pulling back into a neutral position. "Do you need to let your assistant know or...?

The starlet knew there would be people looking for her, but making the Lieutenant wait seemed out of the question. Truthfully, she would’ve done anything he asked of her in that moment, and that thought scared her just as much as it excited her.

"Uh, no, let’s just go.” 

"Perfect! So, shall we?"

Selena nodded. As he escorted her down the hallway she felt his hand wrap around the small of her back, playing the gentleman. Only a gentleman wouldn't have let his hand stray down to the top of her ass like his did. Still, she didn't say anything, and Hings kept lowering his hand while she acted like nothing was happening. His entire palm was on her butt cheek by the time they reached Ramirez's room, and it was only right before they went in that the young singer calmly took it away.

The room smelled like chlorine and axe body spray as they went in. Sergeant Ramirez was laying down on his side with his back turned to them. Hings closed the door behind him and gestured for her to go near the bed. She was nervous and extremely uncomfortable.

"Come on, just say ‘Hi’."

"What's his name?"

"Mario."

"Hey... Mario," she began saying while warily moving towards him, "My name is Selena, it's nice to meet you." There was no reaction from him and she stood next to the bed, wondering if he was even awake and feeling silly for being there in the first place.

"Come on, Ramirez, don't be rude. This is the famous Selena Gomez, she's here to make you feel better."

The man would still not respond or acknowledge their presence, and Selena gave the lieutenant a stern look of disapproval. She still didn't know what she was going to do, and she did not appreciate being pressured like that. "Uh... Mario, they told me you've been a little sad because of... well, you know. So maybe you'd like to talk to me or, I don't know, tell me something about yourself maybe?" She sat on the bed and her weight pulled down the sheet covering his back. She saw countless scars on his brown skin and suddenly her nervousness gave way to a deep sense of compassion. "Mario..." she said, putting her hand on his shoulder. He jumped and she took her hand away. Not knowing what to do, she turned to Hings and shrugged. 

"Could you..."

"What?"

"Get close, hug him."

"Hug him, but I--"

Suddenly, the man in bed turned to face her, and she saw that he wasn't that much older than her. He was latino, not bad looking at all, and probably from a mexican family, just like her. He said nothing, but he reminded her of her cousins, two of whom were also in the military. 'They could've ended up just like him,' she thought, feeling like she was being swallowed whole by the hollowness of his eyes. Her hand moved toward his shoulder slowly, like she was afraid of getting bitten, and this time there was no jump.

"See? He likes you," Hings said. "He's deeply depressed. Has been on suicide watch for weeks now."

It bothered Selena that he was talking about him like he wasn't present, but the mention of suicide rattled her. Being there made sense now. If she could make him want to live, even for a little while, then it would be worth it. She moved closer to him and smiled. She noticed his eyes going down and she pulled her hair back, so that he had an unobstructed view of her chest. The man's eyes lit up when he saw her nipples through the see-through fabric. "Are you lonely here, Mario?"

Still staring at her tits, he nodded.

"Wow!" Hings exclaimed.

"What?"

"He actually answered you. That's more than anyone has gotten from him since he was moved here."

Selena was moved. 'Yes, I can help him, I can make a difference!'

"I'm here to help with that," she told the soldier, pushing her chest out and changing to a more sensual tone. "Would you like me to?" He licked his lips and nodded again. It made Selena smile. 'The poor thing... he's like a scared little puppy.'

"Would it be okay if I get in bed with you?"

He seemed surprised and looked away.

"What's wrong?" she said, rubbing his arm.

"I'm... in my underwear," he said with a shaky, broken voice.

She was surprised to hear him talk, but she recognized the slight mexican accent her father's side of the family all shared.

"That's okay. I'll be in my underwear too. Would you like that?"

Another nod, but a lot more energetic this time. Selena exchanged a knowing look with the Lieutenant as she unzipped her ankle boots and kicked them off. She stood up, and looking down at Mario with so much compassion in her eyes, she undid her pants and slid them down, feeling Hings's eyes staring at her tight ass clad in a pair of tight pink boyshorts.

"There," she said, getting under the white sheet with him. She turned on her side to face him and scooched over, resting her head on the same pillow, their faces close to each other, like waking lovers. "Is this okay?"

"Y--yeah."

"Good. Now, the Lieutenant tells me you've been feeling down. That you don't want to see your family, and that you won't talk to your therapist." He looked away, ashamed. "It's okay," Selena continued, getting closer and pressing her body against him. "I know it's hard, you've been through a lot." His body was warm, and he was taking short, nervous breaths. "But I'm here to make you feel better." She took his hand and placed it on her bare thigh. "Would you like that?" 

He nodded again. "You're... soft."

"Thank you," she replied with a smile, guiding his hand so that it caressed her skin up and down. "Do you know who I am, Mario?"

"Y-yeah. You were on... that witch show."

'Finally!' she thought, but she kept her enthusiasm hidden and just said, "Yes, I was." Under the covers, her hand was still on his, but he was moving it on his own now, and with every stroke of her thigh he circled closer and closer to her butt. "So if you know I'm an actress, then you also know I don't usually do this kind of thing, right?"

"R-right."

"I want to propose something to you."

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to make you feel good, I'm gonna let you touch me and I'm going to touch you too. Would you like that?"

"Yes," he replied, his hand finally dropping down to grab her ass cheek.

"Okay, but in exchange, you have to promise me that you won't give up. You will talk to your therapist and you will talk to your family and you will make an effort to get better." His hand stayed on her ass, but he said nothing. Her face was just a couple of inches away from his, and as she talked he kept looking down at her pouty, glossy lips. "Can you promise me that, Mario?" she asked, pushing her hips forward, feeling his growing erection pressing on her pubis.

"Okay..." he said with a shaky voice, and his fingers dug hard and deep into the supple flesh of her ass cheek. Selena moaned softly, she was hamming it up a little bit, but a part of her was definitely feeling the effect of his touch. "You have to say it," she insisted, raising her left thigh and letting it rest over his as she pressed herself against him and gave a sweet little kiss to the gnarly scar right under his collarbone. It surprised her that she felt no revulsion when her lips touched the discolored mark. Those were battle scars that represented a hero's sacrifice. Instead she found herself strangely drawn to them, and she felt herself getting aroused as her fingers traced the outline of his healed wounds.

"I promise," he said, his voice full of certainty for the first time as his hand moved from her ass cheek to the back of her thigh and then around the inside, brushing against the warm center between her legs. Selena let out a little giggle and reached for his boxers. Her hand dug into the flap on the front and was pleasantly surprised when she found him fully aroused and pulled out what felt like a girthy, 6 or 7 inch cock. Her kisses went from his collarbone up to his neck, and finally she kissed him on the lips. A simple but tender kiss that was not too long or too short and ended with a soft, wet smack before she pulled back to see his reaction when she began to amorously jerk his cock. Mario sighed and closed his eyes, evidently relishing the delicate way Selena was treating his manhood, and the pop star loved that. Here was a man who had given up on life completely, but thanks to her efforts, was feeling pleasure, forgetting about everything but her. She felt herself getting wet as the hint of a smile appeared on his lips. She was about to kiss him again when she realized she had completely forgotten about Hings watching the whole thing.

"Hey, could you give us some privacy here?" she asked, still stroking Mario’s penis.

"Someone has to watch the door," he replied smugly. She could see the tent growing in his blue camo pants. 

"Wouldn’t it make more sense to watch it from outside?"

The lieutenant shrugged, as if to say he couldn't care less.

"Please?"

"What’s in it for me?"

She sighed. "I-- We'll discuss that later."

Hings chuckled. "Alright, but don't take too long. He's got physical therapy scheduled at 3."

Selena looked at the clock above the door. She had ten minutes. As soon as the lieutenant closed the door, she took her t-shirt off. Then she turned her attention back to Mario, and her hand began to jerk his cock a little faster. "Kiss me," she said, her small, firm breasts pressed against his chest as his hand moved around her ass and her crotch. Her nipples grew hard as their lips and tongues met again, and her own needs began to take over. She took her hand off his dick and pulled his head to her chest. He began to kiss her breasts and she moaned in his ear, "Mmmm, I like that," stroking his short and curly black hair. She felt his precum on her fingers when she grabbed his prick again, and when her thumb trailed lightly over the oozing tip she found herself wanting to feel it inside of her. 

"Help me with this," she said, grabbing his hand and leading it to the waistline of her underwear. She raised her hips slightly as he struggled to pull the very tight boyshorts down. Once he managed to get them down to her knees, Selena took his hand to her pussy. She wanted Mario to feel her, feel her wetness, feel what a horny witch's pussy felt like. He ran one finger up and down her slit. "That feels so good..." she whispered in his ear as he began to suckle on her nipple like a man dying of thirst. The texan girl held her palm over his hand as he found her opening and gently pushed the tip of his finger inside. "Ooh, you're making me so wet," she moaned, and she kissed him again, feeling his hard cock twitching on her thigh while her tongue roamed feverishly inside his mouth. The kiss broke and she panted, "Fuck!" This was no longer just about helping a veteran feel better. As guilty as it made her feel, she wanted him too, and badly. 

She looked at the clock again as the soldier continued toying with her pussy. 'Shit, only five minutes left.' His mouth went back to her nipple and sucked it feverishly. 'Oh my God, that feels so gooood! I want this, I want him to fuck me.' When he clenched his teeth gently around her nipple, she lost it. The horny latina took his hand away from her crotch and replaced it with his cock. Firmly grabbing at the base of his shaft, she put the head against her wet lips, and began to tease herself with it. "Are you feeling better yet?" she asked, and he nodded without stopping worshiping her nipple with his mouth and tongue. 'Four minutes. Fuck! I need this but… Justin... It wouldn’t be fair to him,' Selena was losing control and she knew it, but she couldn't stop now. She pushed him on his back and got on top of him. Straddling him, she took his cock and lowered it slightly, until the head rested right on her opening.

"Just the tip, okay? Just the tip," she said, talking to him just as much as she was to herself. Mario stopped sucking on her tit, his face frozen with excitement as she began allowing him in. "Just the tip, just the tip..." she repeated very softly, feeling him trying to push himself all the way in. Riddled with guilt over cheating on her boyfriend, Selena pulled her hips back and pushed him away a little, fighting her own burning need to have him deep inside her loins. "There, just stay right there." 

He stopped pushing and she relaxed, letting herself enjoy the feel of that bulging cockhead resting between her walls. She let go of him and lifted his head to hers to meet his lips again. She kissed him gently at first, just a little peck while she moved her hips back and forth very slowly, massaging his cock with nothing but her wet, swollen labia. But then she felt his hand wrap around her head and pull her closer to kiss her hard. His lips mashed against hers, his tongue invading her mouth as he began to push himself in without her permission. Selena bit down on his lower lip, feeling his dick slip more than halfway past her pink hole before he pulled back, as if to give her a taste of what she was missing out on; ‘Just the tip’ she reminded herself. Moaning in his mouth, the sexy brunette reached down and held his cock in position, grinding her crotch on the tip, feeling his strong, calloused hands gripping her ass tightly, squeezing, pulling her close to be let in. She could feel the curve of the shaft rubbing against her clit, it felt so different than Justin's, the thought of letting another man fuck her properly right then and there flashed through her mind as she kissed him feverishly. 'Not just any man,' she thought, leading the head through her opening again, 'A brave man, a war hero.'

Suddenly, he broke the kiss and groaned, "I'm cum--mmmmmiiiinnnng!" Selena felt a pulse on her palm and barely managed to pull the dick out of her before it began to spew warm cum all over her little landing strip. She saw life rushing back to Mario's eyes as he spilled his load, and felt the thick cream dripping down her slit and thigh, coating her fingers as she squeezed the last drops out of him. 

Ramirez's cock was still twitching in her sticky hand when there was a loud knock on the door. "Hey, hurry up in there!"

'Shit!' Selena looked under the covers, her pubes were all wet and gooey, and her pussy was a reddened, creamy mess. She let go of Mario's cock and wiped her cum-caked fingers on the sheet before getting on her back to pull her underwear up. "I have to go now," she said, feeling some of the cum being squeezed out through the leg holes of her boyshorts. Still coming down from his orgasm, Mario laid on the bed with a hand on his chest and said nothing as the young latina began to put the rest of her clothes back on.


"The nurse is going to be here any second now," Hings said as he walked through the door. Selena zipped up her boots, ran her fingers through her hair and approached Mario.

"Now don’t forget your promise” she said , bending forward with her hands resting on her knees.

"Uh, yeah I won’t and... um, thank you."

She kissed him one last time, deep and passionately, with all that lust and excitement still burning inside of her.

"No, thank you for your service."

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To Be Continued...