"Variety"
by Noopster
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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.
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“Sely, that was amazing, everyone loved your speech!”
Selena Gomez and Raquelle Stevens, her best friend and life-long leech, had just left a fancy event hosted by Variety magazine, a celebration of… something. The actress, singer, and philanthropist had already forgotten what the thing was supposed to be about. To her, it was just another stop in the long list of events and appearances scheduled in New York City before the end of 2022 to promote Rare Beauty, Only Murders in the Building, and her new documentary, My Mind and Me, which had all become big hits over the last few months and had been keeping her very busy.
“Thank you, I wrote it last night before going to bed. I’m not even sure it made sense.”
“No, it totally did, it was great. But like, even if it hadn’t, I think every guy there was so busy drooling over you that no one would’ve noticed.”
“Oh stop it.”
“I’m serious, you had them on their knees the whole time! And not just the guys, everyone was just like, in awe of you. They could not look away!”
“I… they were, right? I didn’t just imagine that?”
“Hell no, bestie, they were literally drooling!”
“Huh, I guess I did something right tonight, because I haven’t seen that kind of reaction in a long time.”
“Honestly, you look amazing. Putting the documentary out has been doing wonders for you. You have this, like, confidence that I haven’t seen in a while and it is so hot.”
“Aww, thank you. It does make me feel different, you know? Like now that everyone has watched it, it’s like a weight has been taken off me.”
“Hey, what movie do you want to watch tonight, I was thinking maybe–”
“You know what, I don’t think I want to go home yet.”
“What? But I thought we were going to have a movie night.”
“Raquelle, we have movie night every other day. We’re in New York right now. Let’s do something else, something we never do. Oh, let’s go to a bar!”
“A bar? You want to go to a bar?”
“Yes, I’m tired of going home early all the time. I wanna do something fun tonight!”
“... Like go to a bar?”
“Yes, like go to a bar. Maybe we’ll meet some cute boys there.”
“As in, random guys we know nothing about?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Uh, because you’re one of the most recognizable people on the planet?”
“Ugh, but we could just hit a random bar somewhere, and if things start getting too crazy, we can leave.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Of course you don’t.”
“What does that mean?”
“That you never want to do anything fun.”
“Me? What are you talking about, you’re the one who hates bars, crowds, and, like, being seen in public.”
“I know, but I’m trying to change that. I’m sick of being alone and bored all the time.”
“And you think meeting a rando at a bar is gonna change that?”
“No, but it could be a nice change of pace at least.”
“Selena, if this about you being horny–”
“It’s not about that.”
“Really? When was the last time you got laid, huh?”
“I… that doesn’t matter, I just don’t want to go home yet, okay? I feel… free, in a weird way, like I can do anything.”
“Like getting yourself kidnapped by a stranger.”
“Sheesh, thanks for the support.”
“Sely, I’m sorry, you know I’m super happy for you, but this is too risky.”
“I just want to go to a bar, Raquelle, is that such a big deal? It’s not like I’m not going to war.”
“Well, I’m tired.”
“Fine, then I’ll go alone.”
“Are you insane?”
“If you won’t come with me, then yeah, I’ll do it.”
“You’re not serious.”
“I am.”
“You know what? Fine. I guess I’ll just take an Uber, so you can go on your little adventure and get kidnapped by some serial killer or something!”
“At least I won’t be back in bed before 11 PM like some 30-year-old grandma.”
“That’s exactly what you do every night!”
“Not tonight!” Selena quipped before closing the door in her face. She then pressed the button to lower the partition and spoke to her longtime, trusted driver. “Mike, is there a bar around here that’s kind of nice but, like, for normal people?” Those last two words made her cringe at herself, she’d been living the Hollywood life for so long that sometimes she could forget how to talk like a normal person. ‘But not tonight’, she said to herself, smiling as she rubbed her hands together, a combination of excitement and nervousness coursing through her body, ‘Tonight I can do anything I want!’.
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She rejected the first five suggestions her driver made. She didn’t want a fancy place in the Upper East Side, full of rich assholes talking about their investment portfolios, she’d had enough of that already at the Variety event she’d just left. The 30-year-old star was looking for a regular place with a regular crowd, the kind of spot she hadn’t been to since shooting Spring Breakers in Florida, a little over a decade ago. Becoming a global celebrity in your teens has many advantages, but it can also make you crave anonymity, which means avoiding public places for “regular people” at all times. That wariness of people had become even more acute after she had almost died from Lupus complications, and she had spent the last few years being too afraid to live, choosing to hide in her L.A. mansion all the time; afraid of being judged, not being able to cope with expectations, retreating deeper and deeper within herself.
It wasn’t until My Mind and Me, the documentary about that troubled time in her life was released, that things started to change. The response had been amazing, she’d been overwhelmed by all the positive feedback and, even though having to give interview after interview about her personal life, discussing her most vulnerable moments, the worst times in her life, had been hectic and emotionally draining, it had also made her experience an inner-strength and confidence she had not felt in a long time. For the past few days she had been feeling different, more like her old self, stoked to be alive and ready to take risks again. Now that the world had seen her breaking down and failing, she didn’t have to be ashamed of anything anymore.
“How about this one, Miss Gomez?”
“Hmm, yeah, okay. This one will work.”
“So, uh, do you need me to come with you?”
“No need, just find a place to park. I’m doing this on my own.”
“You sure about that?”
“I’ll be fine!” the singer snapped, but she regretted it immediately. “I’m sorry. Normal people don’t have bodyguards,” she said, still noting her driver's concern, “Really, I’ll be fine. This is New York, people aren’t as easily impressed here.”
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‘I’m fine,’ she told herself as she confidently strutted into an unremarkable bar on the Lower East Side, ‘I went through all that awful shit, and I’m still here. This is nothing compared to that.’
A couple of people looked at her in passing, unsure if it was her or not, but that was it. As a precaution, Selena made sure to sit almost all the way at the end of the bar, where it was a little less crowded and the lights were a little dimmer. The bartender seemed to recognize her as she ordered a drink, but he also looked way too tired to engage or care, which she was very grateful for. It wasn’t long before a blonde man in a navy blue sweater approached her. Selena thought it was cute that he got embarrassed when he offered to buy her a drink and realized she already had one, so she finished that one in one swig and smiled at him, “Sure, another won’t hurt”.
They started a conversation, and he told her about himself, but in truth she was barely listening, hanging on just enough to figure out if he was an asshole or dangerous or both. She was being her usual cautious self, but it wasn’t like she was looking for anything serious. She just wanted to flirt. They weren’t going to fall for each other. He was just a cute boy. Unfortunately, Selena quickly figured out this guy was not only way too dumb and proud of his looks, but he also knew who she was, and was looking to impress her by acting unimpressed. She’d met that kind of guy a thousand times before, and in less than 15 minutes she had already resorted to faking a phone conversation, until he gave up and left.
‘Oh well, the night is young,’ she told herself after another drink. A few minutes passed while she scrolled through her phone, and then a young, well-built black man asked if he could take the stool next to hers. Selena smiled, she liked the leather jacket he was wearing, she liked him even more once he told her he was a fitness instructor. But again, the conversation went nowhere. There was something about the way he talked to her, like he was going through phrases and lines he’d used a thousand times before, that put her off. She felt completely disconnected, even as the guy continued to talk, asking herself what was it that she was actually trying to accomplish? Wasn’t she there to meet a cute boy in the first place? Why then was she so uninterested? Once he tipped his hand and started asking her if she knew any celebrities looking for a fitness instructor, Selena disengaged completely and, after a polite goodbye, he quickly moved on to hitting on another woman right by the entrance. Feeling a little frustrated, The Only Murders in the Building star reminded herself she wasn’t looking for anything but a fun time, and she promised herself she’d be more cooperative with the next guy.
‘The next guy’, she laughed, ‘How conceited am I?'. But she knew how good she looked, and it had been confirmed over and over again at the Variety event, where every straight guy had either tried to hit on her or been caught ogling her from afar at one point or another. It was precisely that reaction that had given her the confidence to be at that bar right now.
“How about this one, Miss Gomez?”
“Hmm, yeah, okay. This one will work.”
“So, uh, do you need me to come with you?”
“No need, just find a place to park. I’m doing this on my own.”
“You sure about that?”
“I’ll be fine!” the singer snapped, but she regretted it immediately. “I’m sorry. Normal people don’t have bodyguards,” she said, still noting her driver's concern, “Really, I’ll be fine. This is New York, people aren’t as easily impressed here.”
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‘I’m fine,’ she told herself as she confidently strutted into an unremarkable bar on the Lower East Side, ‘I went through all that awful shit, and I’m still here. This is nothing compared to that.’
A couple of people looked at her in passing, unsure if it was her or not, but that was it. As a precaution, Selena made sure to sit almost all the way at the end of the bar, where it was a little less crowded and the lights were a little dimmer. The bartender seemed to recognize her as she ordered a drink, but he also looked way too tired to engage or care, which she was very grateful for. It wasn’t long before a blonde man in a navy blue sweater approached her. Selena thought it was cute that he got embarrassed when he offered to buy her a drink and realized she already had one, so she finished that one in one swig and smiled at him, “Sure, another won’t hurt”.
They started a conversation, and he told her about himself, but in truth she was barely listening, hanging on just enough to figure out if he was an asshole or dangerous or both. She was being her usual cautious self, but it wasn’t like she was looking for anything serious. She just wanted to flirt. They weren’t going to fall for each other. He was just a cute boy. Unfortunately, Selena quickly figured out this guy was not only way too dumb and proud of his looks, but he also knew who she was, and was looking to impress her by acting unimpressed. She’d met that kind of guy a thousand times before, and in less than 15 minutes she had already resorted to faking a phone conversation, until he gave up and left.
‘Oh well, the night is young,’ she told herself after another drink. A few minutes passed while she scrolled through her phone, and then a young, well-built black man asked if he could take the stool next to hers. Selena smiled, she liked the leather jacket he was wearing, she liked him even more once he told her he was a fitness instructor. But again, the conversation went nowhere. There was something about the way he talked to her, like he was going through phrases and lines he’d used a thousand times before, that put her off. She felt completely disconnected, even as the guy continued to talk, asking herself what was it that she was actually trying to accomplish? Wasn’t she there to meet a cute boy in the first place? Why then was she so uninterested? Once he tipped his hand and started asking her if she knew any celebrities looking for a fitness instructor, Selena disengaged completely and, after a polite goodbye, he quickly moved on to hitting on another woman right by the entrance. Feeling a little frustrated, The Only Murders in the Building star reminded herself she wasn’t looking for anything but a fun time, and she promised herself she’d be more cooperative with the next guy.
‘The next guy’, she laughed, ‘How conceited am I?'. But she knew how good she looked, and it had been confirmed over and over again at the Variety event, where every straight guy had either tried to hit on her or been caught ogling her from afar at one point or another. It was precisely that reaction that had given her the confidence to be at that bar right now.
And sure enough, the next guy arrived shortly thereafter. A bald, white man with a thick lumberjack beard and a red scarf that made Selena think of him as a young, hot Santa Claus. She chuckled at her own silliness and felt a little tipsy. She was only supposed to drink on very rare occasions and always with moderation due to her condition, so those three rum and cokes were really putting her low tolerance for alcohol to the test.
Young Santa Claus was funny, which Selena found reassuring after he admitted, not without a considerable degree of self-consciousness involved, that he was a struggling stand-up comedian. He was very charming, and they struck a conversation that went on for quite a while. She was having so much fun that she allowed herself yet another drink, and by the time she was done with it, the bar was almost empty and she had no idea what time it was. She couldn’t stop smiling, and she was so charmed by him that she’d started seriously considering inviting him to continue the conversation somewhere else. It could be risky, but her driver would be there making sure she was safe. So really, how risky could it actually be? She was about to take the leap when he completely ruined it.
“Hey, you know who you look like? That Latina chick from the Disney Channel, Selena Gomez.”
At first, she thought he was joking, so she laughed politely. But she quickly realized he wasn’t, and the disappointment washed over her like a cold bucket of water. Either he was too dumb to realize it was her, or too cowardly to come out and say it, and both of those options made her feel like their entire conversation had been a waste of time. Him mentioning the Disney Channel was just the icing on the cake. Disheartened, she thanked him for the company before excusing herself, turning down his invitation to go to another bar. Young Santa Claus was gone when she came back from the bathroom, just as she had been expecting.
The night’s experiment had failed and she was ready to pay and leave, still unsure of what she had been trying to accomplish. She was waiting for the bartender to come back around when she noticed the man sitting next to her. Mid 30s, brown skin, short hair, clean-shaved, looked like he was of Arab descent. There was a warmness about him that Selena felt immediately drawn to, looking down at his glass like he was trying to solve something in there, not paying attention to her whatsoever, despite the fact that she was only a couple of feet away. She looked at the clock, the bar would be closing soon. As she sat there and contemplated engaging the man to her left, she thought of Raquelle back at the hotel, and she imagined the smug, dumb expression she would welcome her with when she came through the door with nothing to show for her outburst.
“Told you so,” the singer said out loud, mimicking Raquelle’s whiny voice and stupid mannerisms. ‘Oh God, I’m drunk, aren’t I?’ she then told herself, covering her face and giggling uncontrollably. When the laughing fit ceased, she had made up her mind. Selena straightened her posture and puller herself together, clearing her throat before turning to the clueless man next to her.
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“Hey, would you like to buy me a drink?”
Young Santa Claus was funny, which Selena found reassuring after he admitted, not without a considerable degree of self-consciousness involved, that he was a struggling stand-up comedian. He was very charming, and they struck a conversation that went on for quite a while. She was having so much fun that she allowed herself yet another drink, and by the time she was done with it, the bar was almost empty and she had no idea what time it was. She couldn’t stop smiling, and she was so charmed by him that she’d started seriously considering inviting him to continue the conversation somewhere else. It could be risky, but her driver would be there making sure she was safe. So really, how risky could it actually be? She was about to take the leap when he completely ruined it.
“Hey, you know who you look like? That Latina chick from the Disney Channel, Selena Gomez.”
At first, she thought he was joking, so she laughed politely. But she quickly realized he wasn’t, and the disappointment washed over her like a cold bucket of water. Either he was too dumb to realize it was her, or too cowardly to come out and say it, and both of those options made her feel like their entire conversation had been a waste of time. Him mentioning the Disney Channel was just the icing on the cake. Disheartened, she thanked him for the company before excusing herself, turning down his invitation to go to another bar. Young Santa Claus was gone when she came back from the bathroom, just as she had been expecting.
The night’s experiment had failed and she was ready to pay and leave, still unsure of what she had been trying to accomplish. She was waiting for the bartender to come back around when she noticed the man sitting next to her. Mid 30s, brown skin, short hair, clean-shaved, looked like he was of Arab descent. There was a warmness about him that Selena felt immediately drawn to, looking down at his glass like he was trying to solve something in there, not paying attention to her whatsoever, despite the fact that she was only a couple of feet away. She looked at the clock, the bar would be closing soon. As she sat there and contemplated engaging the man to her left, she thought of Raquelle back at the hotel, and she imagined the smug, dumb expression she would welcome her with when she came through the door with nothing to show for her outburst.
“Told you so,” the singer said out loud, mimicking Raquelle’s whiny voice and stupid mannerisms. ‘Oh God, I’m drunk, aren’t I?’ she then told herself, covering her face and giggling uncontrollably. When the laughing fit ceased, she had made up her mind. Selena straightened her posture and puller herself together, clearing her throat before turning to the clueless man next to her.
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“Hey, would you like to buy me a drink?”
The man looked up, and his eyes perked up with recognition. “Oh… uh, I don’t know.”
“Oh wow,” Selena said, shocked and embarrassed.
“No, no, it’s nothing like that. I’m sorry if that sounded rude. I’m just in a weird mood and I wasn’t expecting to see a big celebrity in a place like this.”
“You know who I am?”
“I don’t live under a rock.” There was a pause, and then he corrected himself. “I’m sorry, that also sounded rude.”
“It’s okay,” Selena sighed, abandoning her good posture and hunching slightly over her glass, “I’m in a weird mood too,” she said, signaling to the bartender for a drink for her and her new friend.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, It’s been a weird night.” She could hear herself slurring her words a little bit, but she was way past trying to impress anybody. Her silly adventure had not lived up to expectations. “I came out here to… I don’t know, I figured I should stay out a little longer, to celebrate or something, but I’ve been here for a couple of hours and I feel kind of silly. I don’t know what I thought was going to happen. Shit, I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. You’re probably gonna tweet about this as soon as I leave, or take a picture when I’m not looking and sell it to TMZ.”
“Yeah, that’s it. I keep TMZ on speed dial for occasions such as this. It’s not like I work for a living or anything, I just hang around bars waiting for celebrities to get drunk, so I can make the big bucks selling blurry photos I took with my shit phone I’ve dropped a hundred times.” He put the phone on top of the bar, and the screen was so cracked that, in the awkward silence that ensued, Selena wondered how he was able to use it at all.
“Shit, that was rude of me, I’m sorry,” Selena apologized.
“No, it’s okay. You’re, like, a really famous person, I’m sure you deal with fucking assholes like that all the time. I guess we’re both in a weird mood.”
“Yeah,” Selena chuckled, “No shit.”
“I’m George, by the way, it’s nice to meet you.” There was no handshake, just a polite clinking of their glasses.
“I’m Selena, but you already knew that,” she said, mindlessly swirling the melting ice cubes in her glass. Then, a shrill, barely subdued cry of excitement caught her attention.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry to bother you, but could I take a picture with you?” a young woman asked. Selena was happy to oblige, but it didn’t take long for someone else to approach her with the same request. Then came another one. The customers were starting to look her way. Selena had been through that too many times not to know what was going to happen next. “Hey, I know this is weird but, would you walk me to my car? My driver isn’t answering, and I don’t wanna go out there alone,” she said to George.
“Uh, yeah, of course.”
“You’re gonna want to use the emergency exit at the back,” the barkeep said, “Over there next to the restrooms, there’s already a bunch of people waiting for you out front.”
“Thanks, that’s very kind of you.” she replied after paying her tab, adding a considerable tip for the discreet bartender.
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The night was cold and windy, and the alley back behind the bar looked like the kind of place that had seen a murder or two. Grimy brick walls barely lit up by the dirty yellow light of a single, dying light bulb. At the end of the alley, past the big garbage container that a couple of rats had just jumped into, she could see the S.U.V. waiting for her. Mike had probably fallen asleep waiting for her. He was getting up there in age, and that kind of thing seemed to happen from time to time, but the man’s loyalty and discretion more than made up for it.
“Well, this is creepy.”
“Hey, at least it’s empty. That last girl that took a picture with you looked like a fucking psycho.”
“Oh God, I’m glad I wasn’t the only one thinking that,” Selena laughed. “My car is right there. Thanks for, uh, taking a walk out with me, I guess.”
“Yeah, no problem. It was nice meeting you.”
“Nice meeting you too.” Selena leaned into him and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek, “Thanks for treating me like a normal person.” She started walking away, but she only made it a couple steps before she stepped in a puddle and lost her footing.
“Whoa, you okay there?” George asked, holding her arm and helping her back on her feet.
“Yeah, thankfully I was able to get a hold of this disgusting garbage container. Ugh.”
“Why don’t you just hold on to me and I’ll get you to your car? Can’t be easy staying up on those heels.”
“They’re Jimmy Choos,” Selena giggled.
“I have no idea what that means”.
For reasons not even Selena understood, that comment made her cackle, and she had to lean back on the wall to keep herself from falling. “Hold on, hold, let’s just stop here for a second, I’m dizzy.”
“It’s okay, I don’t have anywhere to be.”
“You’re such a gentleman,” Selena said, clumsily touching the tip of his nose with her finger.
“Well, I try,” George replied, holding on to her arm and back. The light from the street hit Selena’s gorgeous face at an angle, illuminating half of it as she looked up at him and bit her lip.
“I don’t think I want to go home without kissing someone tonight,” she suddenly blurted out.
George tried to come up with another witty answer, but couldn’t. Instead, he put his arms around her and kissed her. A soft, lingering kiss at first, before Selena parted her lips and their tongues met in a warm embrace. They kissed passionately, her arms around his neck as time stood still, lips melting together, tongues dancing and tasting each other until a passing truck startled them back into reality.
“Wow, that was…”
“Yeah, that was nice,” Selena said, straightening herself. “Well, can you help me to my car?.”
“Wait, uh, I’m terrible at this, but I think this is the part where I ask if I could get your number?"
“That’s, uh… I don’t think so. It’s nothing personal, it’s just that, you know.”
“You’re a celebrity, yeah, I get it.”
“It’s so embarrassing, I’m really sorry. I’ve just had to deal with a lot of weird and scary shit.”
“Yeah, I can imagine.”
“You think you can, but you have no idea.”
George offered her his arm. The parked S.U.V. was right there, but Selena didn’t move.
“You know what? Fuck it.”
She grabbed him and pushed him across the alley and back behind the garbage container. The putrid smell didn’t matter to either of them as they started to make out again. It wasn’t romantic this time, they were going all out, kissing fiercely and with abandon, tongues encircling in a fiery exchange, like the world was about to end. With his tongue going wild in Selena’s mouth, George started feeling her up, his hand barely able to stretch around the giant tits packed into that modest black dress. She moaned in his mouth as he squeezed, encouraging him to keep going. His other hand moved around to her ass and did the same. Again Selena moaned, harder and longer this time. Full of confidence and fire, George turned the tables on her and pushed her against the wall before he began to pull her skirt up. Selena looked at the street to make sure no one was coming, feeling the cold December air across her bare thighs as he bunched up her skirt past them. The thin, delicate fabric of her black lace thong doing almost nothing to protect her wet lips from the harsh weather. George kept going, rubbing her pussy through the thong at first, until that too was getting in the way. He pulled the crotch aside and stared at the world-famous pop star’s mouth coming wide open as she gasped from his fingers going inside her. “Fuck, I’m so wet, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she panted, holding on to the grimy brick wall as he fucked her with his fingers. There was absolutely no resistance inside her cunt. His fingers could go anywhere, go as deep as he wanted, slipping and sliding as his thumb pressed on her swollen clit and his palm got wet from her dripping juice. “Oh God, yes, oh fuck yes!” Selena gasped, each stroke rattling her entire being as George used his free hand to massage her bare ass and keep her steady at the same time.
She reached for his crotch and found the hard lump on the front of his pants, barely able to grasp it as his rigid fingers kept pushing into her guts. With each thrust, she could feel the coarse brick wall rubbing on her bare ass cheeks, and the accompanying twitch of George’s cock under her fingers.
A couple made its way past the alley’s entrance, and Selena heard them giggle at her moaning, but she was still mostly hidden by the garbage container, all caution was swept aside as she felt herself reaching her limit. She grabbed the back of George’s head and kissed him again, only for a couple of seconds before the spasming in her abdomen began. He pushed harder into her cunt as the singer instinctively reached for her left nipple and pinched it through her dress. With a rushed wail, Selena started to orgasm on his hand, drenching George’s fingers as her pussy squirted juice all over the filthy asphalt. “Fuck! Oh my God!” she cried, falling back and leaning against a pile of old boxes, her hand still gripping her breasts, mashed together by the tense arm now starting to go limp. In her daze, she was barely able to stay on her feet, holding on to the dumpster as she leaned on the brick wall, her legs still spread and trembling while George stood there with a big hard-on, staring at the neatly trimmed triangle patch of pubes crowning a sloppy cunt, drooling juice down her thighs.
Suddenly, the clang of his buckle being fumbled with brought her back, just in time for him to pounce on her like a wild animal. Selena held on to his neck as he lined his cock with her wet pussy, and a long, feverish sigh escaped her lips as she felt the tip going in. She thought about how long it had been since she had done anything crazy and spontaneous like this, fucking a complete stranger in a public place, like when she was younger and unafraid. She was so ready for it, ready to live life to the fullest again. But just as George was about to push all the way in, she saw her phone lying on the floor light up. It had spilled out of her two-thousand dollar Prada mini bag when, in the rush of the moment, she had dropped it on the cold, dirty ground, but now it was shining like a beacon with the cute, freckled face of her kid sister Gracie, calling her out of the blue.
“Wait, wait, I’m so–ohh–rry,” she said while gently pushing him away, a light moan escaping her when she felt him slip out of her pussy.
Gracie had a very annoying habit of calling her big sister at very inconvenient times to ask very unimportant questions, and not stopping until her sister picked up, but regardless of the call’s motive, an alarm had gone off in Selena’s head and put into perspective what she was about to do, suddenly clearing her mind.
“Wh–what?”
“I can’t do this, I don’t know you,” she sighed as she pulled her skirt down, “I’m sorry.”
“I, uh, I have condoms.”
Selena started laughing. “It’s not that, it’s just. I really can’t. I’ve already risked too much.”
“Yeah, okay, I guess I get it.”
She let out another sigh of frustration. “Thank you for understanding. You’re very sweet but I– –there’s a reason people like me don’t do this kind of thing, you know?”
“No, yeah, it’s cool, I get it.”
Both of them leaned against the wall, side by side, catching their breaths, Gracie’s face still shinning above the wet and grimy asphalt.
“Jesus Christ, I’m not even on the pill anymore, what the fuck was I thinking?”
“...Did I say I have condoms? Because I do,” he added playfully, trying to lighten the mood.
Selena looked at him, his dick was still hard and hanging from his pants. She gave him the same glare she gave him back in the bar, the frustration in her eyes eased by her playful, devious smile.
“George, I can’t.”
It was time to go, but as she squatted to pick up her bag, Selena found herself at eye level with George’s crotch. She hadn’t actually seen it clearly up until that moment, and now that the blueish light coming from her phone screen was lighting up his penis from below as he struggled to get it back into his jeans, it gave his still painfully hard and prodding erection an almost divine aura, as if that big, juicy cock had been a gift from the heavens just for her.
The brief moment of mental clarity that Gracie’s call had brought upon seemed to go away, and she felt so dizzy and drunk again, guilty about leaving him like that, but most of all she felt very, very horny.
“But…” she said, her voice trembling slightly as she stopped his hand with hers, “I can do this.”
“W–wait, for real?!”
“Yes, for real,” the horny brunette laughed, her fingers struggling to pull the half-way done zipper all the way down.
“Ow!”
She laughed again. “Sorry, it’s been a while since I did this.”
“No, no, it’s okay, keep going.”
She finally succeeded and, with a wicked smile, peeled away his jeans before sliding her delicate fingers under the waistband of his boxers, which she then quickly pulled down. George’s member sprung forth, pulsing in her hand as her fingers wrapped around the base of it. The thing was so hard that it protruded from his waist like a lance, and the helmet at the end was so fat that it reminded her more of a battle mace instead.
The phone screen finally turned off as Selena gently flicked her tongue against the tip. “Mmmm,” the drunk singer exclaimed, loving the way that strange cock felt with her fingers closed around it. She could tell George was holding his breath as the prick pulsed and throbbed in her palm, but when she looked up to catch his reaction, his face was shrouded in darkness. She was giddy and aching to taste it, but she also wanted to enjoy the moment, so she flicked the underside of the fat head with her tongue and, as the phone lit up with yet another call from Gracie, she was able to see him looking down at her with pleading eyes, a hand on the brick wall, just like she’d been doing just a little while ago. Her lips were smiling as she put them over the head and slowly sucked him into her mouth. George let out a groan as she began to move her mouth down the length of his cock and then back up. Down and up, down and up, down and up again, the slurping noise filling the empty alley as she felt him throb on her tongue and watched him squirm against the wall. ‘Maybe one day, when Gracie is old enough’ she found herself thinking, ‘I’ll thank her for the assist.’
Right then, an ambulance sped past them with the siren on, but Selena was completely unfazed this time. It had been so long since she’d allowed herself to enjoy the moment without worrying about anything else, that it would’ve taken an act of God to pry her mouth from that cock.
“Oh fuck, you really know what you’re doing, Jesus!”
She stopped for a moment to proudly reply, “Not my first rodeo,” before resuming her task, switching it up this time by running her skillful tongue up and down the shaft a couple of times before going all in and sucking one of his balls right into her mouth.
“Oh my fucking God!” George said, almost losing control.
The gold bangles on her wrist jangled as she jerked his hard prick above her face and asked, “What?” in such an over the top innocent way that it could not be mistaken for anything but deeply perverse. “You think famous people don’t like sucking cock?” she said, now licking his scrotum as if it was a wrinkled lollipop, “quite the contrary.” And then, as her tongue began to make its way back up to the shaft, she made sure to look into his eyes and pause to lick a different side of his cock after every word to make her point. “We. Fucking. Love. It.”
“Fuck!” George cried out into the night after she swallowed his dick again. Selena started bobbing at a much faster rate this time, and he let out a loud groan that was almost immediately followed by his hand on her head, grabbing a fistful of hair to apply pressure and coax her further downward. Selena was happy to comply, and she took more and more of his length into her mouth, until there was no more room in her mouth and she started to choke. George immediately let go of her head and she withdrew momentarily, coughing up spit and wiping tears off her eyes with one hand while still stroking his saliva soaked cock with the other.
“Ugh!” Selena groaned, still trying to compose herself.
“S-sorry.”
“No, I like it.”
She smiled and returned his hand to the back of her head right before she wrapped her lips around his cock once more. It wasn’t the time or place to explain that it had been a long time and she was out of practice, but she was loving every second of it.
Taking all seven inches of that stranger’s cock into her mouth again, Selena took it further and began to deep throat him. Tears leaked out of her eyes and her plush lips stretched to take all his girth as George leaned and thrust forward, his left hand against the brick wall, the right one pushing down the head of the global celebrity currently swallowing his cock for reasons he would never understand. The former Disney starlet started to run out of air again, but George’s hand kept pushing her down and she soldiered on. Gagging and choking, the obscene sounds muffled as she spluttered and drooled all over the heavy cock in her throat.
George was in heaven, and it became obvious that he was barely keeping it together as he abandoned his, until then, modest demeanor, and started to grunt and moan profanities at the young and famous multimillionaire letting him fuck her throat. “Fuck yeah, keep going, take that cock you horny slut! You little fuckslut! Eat that cock. Yeah, yeah, you love it, you cocksucking whore!”
His fingers tangled deeper into her hair, tugging harder, desperately announcing he was almost ready to finish. Selena’s thighs and feet were starting to ache from crouching for so long; her jaw and throat as well, no longer accustomed to taking that kind of punishment. But she kept going, letting herself be choked, being reminded of the coarse and vile pleasure of a throbbing cock lodged in her throat, and relishing the long-forgotten exhilaration of anticipating the exact moment when a man loses himself in an explosion of lust and cum. All words and noises coming out of George suddenly stopped, and Selena felt his veins throbbing on her tongue and fingers. By pure reflex, she pulled him out of her mouth just in time for the dam to burst. “AAAHH FUCK!” George cried out, just as the first jet of semen hit her right in the eye. It shocked her for an instant, yet another thing she had completely forgotten about, but the next rope hit her nose and finally she was able to aim the third one at her mouth, open and waiting. The warm cum splashing on her tongue felt oddly comforting in the midst of such a cold night, and as the intensity of the orgasm began to wind down, George’s cock turned into a throbbing fountain, spewing white goo straight down into her wide open mouth.
The “Lose You to Love Me” singer happily milked him out of every drop, until the dick went completely limp in her hand. The thought of swallowing it all crossed her mid for an instant as the thick cream spilled from the corners of her lips, before she realized this wasn’t one of her boyfriends, but a guy she’d just met and would likely never see again, so she bent down and spat it out right onto the pavement.
“Fuck, that was… fucking amazing,” she heard George saying. Her right eye stung and the left one was tearing up, but she could still make out the white streaks of cum running down her fitted black dress as she struggled to get back on her feet and situate her outfit.
“Oh wow,” Selena said, shocked and embarrassed.
“No, no, it’s nothing like that. I’m sorry if that sounded rude. I’m just in a weird mood and I wasn’t expecting to see a big celebrity in a place like this.”
“You know who I am?”
“I don’t live under a rock.” There was a pause, and then he corrected himself. “I’m sorry, that also sounded rude.”
“It’s okay,” Selena sighed, abandoning her good posture and hunching slightly over her glass, “I’m in a weird mood too,” she said, signaling to the bartender for a drink for her and her new friend.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, It’s been a weird night.” She could hear herself slurring her words a little bit, but she was way past trying to impress anybody. Her silly adventure had not lived up to expectations. “I came out here to… I don’t know, I figured I should stay out a little longer, to celebrate or something, but I’ve been here for a couple of hours and I feel kind of silly. I don’t know what I thought was going to happen. Shit, I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. You’re probably gonna tweet about this as soon as I leave, or take a picture when I’m not looking and sell it to TMZ.”
“Yeah, that’s it. I keep TMZ on speed dial for occasions such as this. It’s not like I work for a living or anything, I just hang around bars waiting for celebrities to get drunk, so I can make the big bucks selling blurry photos I took with my shit phone I’ve dropped a hundred times.” He put the phone on top of the bar, and the screen was so cracked that, in the awkward silence that ensued, Selena wondered how he was able to use it at all.
“Shit, that was rude of me, I’m sorry,” Selena apologized.
“No, it’s okay. You’re, like, a really famous person, I’m sure you deal with fucking assholes like that all the time. I guess we’re both in a weird mood.”
“Yeah,” Selena chuckled, “No shit.”
“I’m George, by the way, it’s nice to meet you.” There was no handshake, just a polite clinking of their glasses.
“I’m Selena, but you already knew that,” she said, mindlessly swirling the melting ice cubes in her glass. Then, a shrill, barely subdued cry of excitement caught her attention.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry to bother you, but could I take a picture with you?” a young woman asked. Selena was happy to oblige, but it didn’t take long for someone else to approach her with the same request. Then came another one. The customers were starting to look her way. Selena had been through that too many times not to know what was going to happen next. “Hey, I know this is weird but, would you walk me to my car? My driver isn’t answering, and I don’t wanna go out there alone,” she said to George.
“Uh, yeah, of course.”
“You’re gonna want to use the emergency exit at the back,” the barkeep said, “Over there next to the restrooms, there’s already a bunch of people waiting for you out front.”
“Thanks, that’s very kind of you.” she replied after paying her tab, adding a considerable tip for the discreet bartender.
—
The night was cold and windy, and the alley back behind the bar looked like the kind of place that had seen a murder or two. Grimy brick walls barely lit up by the dirty yellow light of a single, dying light bulb. At the end of the alley, past the big garbage container that a couple of rats had just jumped into, she could see the S.U.V. waiting for her. Mike had probably fallen asleep waiting for her. He was getting up there in age, and that kind of thing seemed to happen from time to time, but the man’s loyalty and discretion more than made up for it.
“Well, this is creepy.”
“Hey, at least it’s empty. That last girl that took a picture with you looked like a fucking psycho.”
“Oh God, I’m glad I wasn’t the only one thinking that,” Selena laughed. “My car is right there. Thanks for, uh, taking a walk out with me, I guess.”
“Yeah, no problem. It was nice meeting you.”
“Nice meeting you too.” Selena leaned into him and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek, “Thanks for treating me like a normal person.” She started walking away, but she only made it a couple steps before she stepped in a puddle and lost her footing.
“Whoa, you okay there?” George asked, holding her arm and helping her back on her feet.
“Yeah, thankfully I was able to get a hold of this disgusting garbage container. Ugh.”
“Why don’t you just hold on to me and I’ll get you to your car? Can’t be easy staying up on those heels.”
“They’re Jimmy Choos,” Selena giggled.
“I have no idea what that means”.
For reasons not even Selena understood, that comment made her cackle, and she had to lean back on the wall to keep herself from falling. “Hold on, hold, let’s just stop here for a second, I’m dizzy.”
“It’s okay, I don’t have anywhere to be.”
“You’re such a gentleman,” Selena said, clumsily touching the tip of his nose with her finger.
“Well, I try,” George replied, holding on to her arm and back. The light from the street hit Selena’s gorgeous face at an angle, illuminating half of it as she looked up at him and bit her lip.
“I don’t think I want to go home without kissing someone tonight,” she suddenly blurted out.
George tried to come up with another witty answer, but couldn’t. Instead, he put his arms around her and kissed her. A soft, lingering kiss at first, before Selena parted her lips and their tongues met in a warm embrace. They kissed passionately, her arms around his neck as time stood still, lips melting together, tongues dancing and tasting each other until a passing truck startled them back into reality.
“Wow, that was…”
“Yeah, that was nice,” Selena said, straightening herself. “Well, can you help me to my car?.”
“Wait, uh, I’m terrible at this, but I think this is the part where I ask if I could get your number?"
“That’s, uh… I don’t think so. It’s nothing personal, it’s just that, you know.”
“You’re a celebrity, yeah, I get it.”
“It’s so embarrassing, I’m really sorry. I’ve just had to deal with a lot of weird and scary shit.”
“Yeah, I can imagine.”
“You think you can, but you have no idea.”
George offered her his arm. The parked S.U.V. was right there, but Selena didn’t move.
“You know what? Fuck it.”
She grabbed him and pushed him across the alley and back behind the garbage container. The putrid smell didn’t matter to either of them as they started to make out again. It wasn’t romantic this time, they were going all out, kissing fiercely and with abandon, tongues encircling in a fiery exchange, like the world was about to end. With his tongue going wild in Selena’s mouth, George started feeling her up, his hand barely able to stretch around the giant tits packed into that modest black dress. She moaned in his mouth as he squeezed, encouraging him to keep going. His other hand moved around to her ass and did the same. Again Selena moaned, harder and longer this time. Full of confidence and fire, George turned the tables on her and pushed her against the wall before he began to pull her skirt up. Selena looked at the street to make sure no one was coming, feeling the cold December air across her bare thighs as he bunched up her skirt past them. The thin, delicate fabric of her black lace thong doing almost nothing to protect her wet lips from the harsh weather. George kept going, rubbing her pussy through the thong at first, until that too was getting in the way. He pulled the crotch aside and stared at the world-famous pop star’s mouth coming wide open as she gasped from his fingers going inside her. “Fuck, I’m so wet, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she panted, holding on to the grimy brick wall as he fucked her with his fingers. There was absolutely no resistance inside her cunt. His fingers could go anywhere, go as deep as he wanted, slipping and sliding as his thumb pressed on her swollen clit and his palm got wet from her dripping juice. “Oh God, yes, oh fuck yes!” Selena gasped, each stroke rattling her entire being as George used his free hand to massage her bare ass and keep her steady at the same time.
She reached for his crotch and found the hard lump on the front of his pants, barely able to grasp it as his rigid fingers kept pushing into her guts. With each thrust, she could feel the coarse brick wall rubbing on her bare ass cheeks, and the accompanying twitch of George’s cock under her fingers.
A couple made its way past the alley’s entrance, and Selena heard them giggle at her moaning, but she was still mostly hidden by the garbage container, all caution was swept aside as she felt herself reaching her limit. She grabbed the back of George’s head and kissed him again, only for a couple of seconds before the spasming in her abdomen began. He pushed harder into her cunt as the singer instinctively reached for her left nipple and pinched it through her dress. With a rushed wail, Selena started to orgasm on his hand, drenching George’s fingers as her pussy squirted juice all over the filthy asphalt. “Fuck! Oh my God!” she cried, falling back and leaning against a pile of old boxes, her hand still gripping her breasts, mashed together by the tense arm now starting to go limp. In her daze, she was barely able to stay on her feet, holding on to the dumpster as she leaned on the brick wall, her legs still spread and trembling while George stood there with a big hard-on, staring at the neatly trimmed triangle patch of pubes crowning a sloppy cunt, drooling juice down her thighs.
Suddenly, the clang of his buckle being fumbled with brought her back, just in time for him to pounce on her like a wild animal. Selena held on to his neck as he lined his cock with her wet pussy, and a long, feverish sigh escaped her lips as she felt the tip going in. She thought about how long it had been since she had done anything crazy and spontaneous like this, fucking a complete stranger in a public place, like when she was younger and unafraid. She was so ready for it, ready to live life to the fullest again. But just as George was about to push all the way in, she saw her phone lying on the floor light up. It had spilled out of her two-thousand dollar Prada mini bag when, in the rush of the moment, she had dropped it on the cold, dirty ground, but now it was shining like a beacon with the cute, freckled face of her kid sister Gracie, calling her out of the blue.
“Wait, wait, I’m so–ohh–rry,” she said while gently pushing him away, a light moan escaping her when she felt him slip out of her pussy.
Gracie had a very annoying habit of calling her big sister at very inconvenient times to ask very unimportant questions, and not stopping until her sister picked up, but regardless of the call’s motive, an alarm had gone off in Selena’s head and put into perspective what she was about to do, suddenly clearing her mind.
“Wh–what?”
“I can’t do this, I don’t know you,” she sighed as she pulled her skirt down, “I’m sorry.”
“I, uh, I have condoms.”
Selena started laughing. “It’s not that, it’s just. I really can’t. I’ve already risked too much.”
“Yeah, okay, I guess I get it.”
She let out another sigh of frustration. “Thank you for understanding. You’re very sweet but I– –there’s a reason people like me don’t do this kind of thing, you know?”
“No, yeah, it’s cool, I get it.”
Both of them leaned against the wall, side by side, catching their breaths, Gracie’s face still shinning above the wet and grimy asphalt.
“Jesus Christ, I’m not even on the pill anymore, what the fuck was I thinking?”
“...Did I say I have condoms? Because I do,” he added playfully, trying to lighten the mood.
Selena looked at him, his dick was still hard and hanging from his pants. She gave him the same glare she gave him back in the bar, the frustration in her eyes eased by her playful, devious smile.
“George, I can’t.”
It was time to go, but as she squatted to pick up her bag, Selena found herself at eye level with George’s crotch. She hadn’t actually seen it clearly up until that moment, and now that the blueish light coming from her phone screen was lighting up his penis from below as he struggled to get it back into his jeans, it gave his still painfully hard and prodding erection an almost divine aura, as if that big, juicy cock had been a gift from the heavens just for her.
The brief moment of mental clarity that Gracie’s call had brought upon seemed to go away, and she felt so dizzy and drunk again, guilty about leaving him like that, but most of all she felt very, very horny.
“But…” she said, her voice trembling slightly as she stopped his hand with hers, “I can do this.”
“W–wait, for real?!”
“Yes, for real,” the horny brunette laughed, her fingers struggling to pull the half-way done zipper all the way down.
“Ow!”
She laughed again. “Sorry, it’s been a while since I did this.”
“No, no, it’s okay, keep going.”
She finally succeeded and, with a wicked smile, peeled away his jeans before sliding her delicate fingers under the waistband of his boxers, which she then quickly pulled down. George’s member sprung forth, pulsing in her hand as her fingers wrapped around the base of it. The thing was so hard that it protruded from his waist like a lance, and the helmet at the end was so fat that it reminded her more of a battle mace instead.
The phone screen finally turned off as Selena gently flicked her tongue against the tip. “Mmmm,” the drunk singer exclaimed, loving the way that strange cock felt with her fingers closed around it. She could tell George was holding his breath as the prick pulsed and throbbed in her palm, but when she looked up to catch his reaction, his face was shrouded in darkness. She was giddy and aching to taste it, but she also wanted to enjoy the moment, so she flicked the underside of the fat head with her tongue and, as the phone lit up with yet another call from Gracie, she was able to see him looking down at her with pleading eyes, a hand on the brick wall, just like she’d been doing just a little while ago. Her lips were smiling as she put them over the head and slowly sucked him into her mouth. George let out a groan as she began to move her mouth down the length of his cock and then back up. Down and up, down and up, down and up again, the slurping noise filling the empty alley as she felt him throb on her tongue and watched him squirm against the wall. ‘Maybe one day, when Gracie is old enough’ she found herself thinking, ‘I’ll thank her for the assist.’
Right then, an ambulance sped past them with the siren on, but Selena was completely unfazed this time. It had been so long since she’d allowed herself to enjoy the moment without worrying about anything else, that it would’ve taken an act of God to pry her mouth from that cock.
“Oh fuck, you really know what you’re doing, Jesus!”
She stopped for a moment to proudly reply, “Not my first rodeo,” before resuming her task, switching it up this time by running her skillful tongue up and down the shaft a couple of times before going all in and sucking one of his balls right into her mouth.
“Oh my fucking God!” George said, almost losing control.
The gold bangles on her wrist jangled as she jerked his hard prick above her face and asked, “What?” in such an over the top innocent way that it could not be mistaken for anything but deeply perverse. “You think famous people don’t like sucking cock?” she said, now licking his scrotum as if it was a wrinkled lollipop, “quite the contrary.” And then, as her tongue began to make its way back up to the shaft, she made sure to look into his eyes and pause to lick a different side of his cock after every word to make her point. “We. Fucking. Love. It.”
“Fuck!” George cried out into the night after she swallowed his dick again. Selena started bobbing at a much faster rate this time, and he let out a loud groan that was almost immediately followed by his hand on her head, grabbing a fistful of hair to apply pressure and coax her further downward. Selena was happy to comply, and she took more and more of his length into her mouth, until there was no more room in her mouth and she started to choke. George immediately let go of her head and she withdrew momentarily, coughing up spit and wiping tears off her eyes with one hand while still stroking his saliva soaked cock with the other.
“Ugh!” Selena groaned, still trying to compose herself.
“S-sorry.”
“No, I like it.”
She smiled and returned his hand to the back of her head right before she wrapped her lips around his cock once more. It wasn’t the time or place to explain that it had been a long time and she was out of practice, but she was loving every second of it.
Taking all seven inches of that stranger’s cock into her mouth again, Selena took it further and began to deep throat him. Tears leaked out of her eyes and her plush lips stretched to take all his girth as George leaned and thrust forward, his left hand against the brick wall, the right one pushing down the head of the global celebrity currently swallowing his cock for reasons he would never understand. The former Disney starlet started to run out of air again, but George’s hand kept pushing her down and she soldiered on. Gagging and choking, the obscene sounds muffled as she spluttered and drooled all over the heavy cock in her throat.
George was in heaven, and it became obvious that he was barely keeping it together as he abandoned his, until then, modest demeanor, and started to grunt and moan profanities at the young and famous multimillionaire letting him fuck her throat. “Fuck yeah, keep going, take that cock you horny slut! You little fuckslut! Eat that cock. Yeah, yeah, you love it, you cocksucking whore!”
His fingers tangled deeper into her hair, tugging harder, desperately announcing he was almost ready to finish. Selena’s thighs and feet were starting to ache from crouching for so long; her jaw and throat as well, no longer accustomed to taking that kind of punishment. But she kept going, letting herself be choked, being reminded of the coarse and vile pleasure of a throbbing cock lodged in her throat, and relishing the long-forgotten exhilaration of anticipating the exact moment when a man loses himself in an explosion of lust and cum. All words and noises coming out of George suddenly stopped, and Selena felt his veins throbbing on her tongue and fingers. By pure reflex, she pulled him out of her mouth just in time for the dam to burst. “AAAHH FUCK!” George cried out, just as the first jet of semen hit her right in the eye. It shocked her for an instant, yet another thing she had completely forgotten about, but the next rope hit her nose and finally she was able to aim the third one at her mouth, open and waiting. The warm cum splashing on her tongue felt oddly comforting in the midst of such a cold night, and as the intensity of the orgasm began to wind down, George’s cock turned into a throbbing fountain, spewing white goo straight down into her wide open mouth.
The “Lose You to Love Me” singer happily milked him out of every drop, until the dick went completely limp in her hand. The thought of swallowing it all crossed her mid for an instant as the thick cream spilled from the corners of her lips, before she realized this wasn’t one of her boyfriends, but a guy she’d just met and would likely never see again, so she bent down and spat it out right onto the pavement.
“Fuck, that was… fucking amazing,” she heard George saying. Her right eye stung and the left one was tearing up, but she could still make out the white streaks of cum running down her fitted black dress as she struggled to get back on her feet and situate her outfit.
“So, uh, you think I could like, get your phone number or something now?” George asked, approaching her with a familiarity she suddenly found uncomfortable. He had barely landed one last kiss on her before she politely withdrew.
“Sorry, I can’t do that.”
“Yeah, I just figured it was worth a shot.”
“Alright, well, have a goodnight,” she said, stumbling her way to the S.U.V. on her own this time.
“Oh, and don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this,” George shouted from behind, now leaning against the dirty brick wall, with his pants still around his ankles.
“That’s okay… no one would believe you anyway,” she shouted back just before closing the car door.
—
“Well, at least you made it back alive,” Raquelle said as she watched Selena drunkenly stumble into the room.
“More alive than ever!” the singer replied, giving her best friend the finger as she made her way to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and started to pee. The two of them were so close that they rarely bothered with closing the bathroom door anymore around each other.
“So, how did it go?” Raquelle asked from the couch.
Selena giggled like an idiot before answering. “It went great!”
“Jesus, you’re a mess. How much did you drink?”
“Oh, shut up, you fuckslut!” With the insult came a roaring cackle, so blaring and out of control that it made Raquelle walk over to join her friend. By now, the inebriated actress had slipped out of her soiled dress. Her huge tits were spilling out of her bra and her panties were awkwardly bunched up halfway down her butt. She seemed to be caught in between trying to wash her face and laughing at the weird name she had just hurled at Raquelle.
“Fuckslut? What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’ll have you know… somebody called me a fuckslut today,” Selena giggled.
“What? Why would someone call you that? Who said that?”
The brunette turned to her and became very serious and quiet for a second. Then suddenly, with a swift kick, she sent the discarded dress flying through the air, straight in Raquelle’s direction.
“Eww, why is it wet?” the dumb blonde cried out before tossing it aside.
The drunk Latina managed to subdue her giggles long enough to put on a serious face again. “I believe the colloquial term for it is… Cum?”
“What the fuck, Selena?! Move! I need to wash my– Everything!”
“Oh, calm down, you dumb fuckslut,” the singer mumbled once again before passing out on the couch.
—
Fin.
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