Noopster and Marauder's Stories

  New York Whore   EPILOGUE --- (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. ...

   New York Whore Chapter Thirteen. --- Bieber said nothing to her on the ride back to his home. Not a single word. He didn't need to, Selena understood how disappointed he was in her. She was disappointed in herself too. "Are you mad at me?" she asked sheepishly once they were back at his place. He sighed like an upset father after a bad parents-teachers conference and made her something to eat. Selena sat down in the kitchen, still in a daze from the events of that night she devoured the food. "I know I screwed up but I got scared, alright? It was really scary being out there by myself!" "That was the point," he finally spoke, "I wanted you to see how lucky you are. I take care of you, I take you to nice places, introduce you to safe clients... There's absolutely no danger of risk for you and still you cry and complain every time. You're such an ungrateful little bitch!" "I'm sorry, and you're right, Justin, you're ...

   New York Whore Chapter Twelve --- "We're good right here," the driver announced, slowing down inside a dirty alley behind a closed chinese restaurant. He put the car in park next to a trash container and turned to her. "Okay, listen, I think there's been a mix-up," a very nervous Selena started to say as the lights inside the car allowed her to take her first good look at her awkward savior, a slightly overweight white guy with the kind of deep tan you only get by working outdoors and the dirt and grass stains on the front of his worn-out jeans to match, "This is not-- I'm not what you think I am. I don't--" "Look, honey," he confidently interrupted while turning his blue baseball cap backwards, "The whole bashful-slut thing you have going on is really fucking hot, okay? But you can drop it now 'cause I've been working all fucking day and I'm in no mood for that kinda shit." He leaned in and grabbed one of...