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If there was one thing Selena Gomez knew that she could be proud of, it was how friendly her meet-and-greets were. A lot of other celebrities could be dismissive of their fans, or even hold them in barely-restrained, cold contempt, while she would never do any of those things, and everyone knew it.
Why would she even think that way? She was fulfilling those people's dreams by allowing them to meet, take pictures and speak with her. That wasn't much, and yet, it always changed lives.
And besides, sometimes she got a fair amount of fun of it as well...
"So, I'd really, I'm sorry if this is rude, but," the young man standing beside her stammered as their photos were being taken, prompting her to laugh softly.
Ever since she first saw him, she hoped that he'd do something to give her an excuse to spend some more time chatting with him than usual. Tall, quite handsome, and obviously muscular, he was exactly the kind of a fan she liked the most to meet on those actions.
Beneath all of the money and fame, she was still just a young woman, with all of the trappings and desires that came with that. More than a few times by now, when the cameras dropped down and everyone had left, she took the opportunity to enjoy the company of those fans like him, in ways which she was sure a
very
large number of her remaining fans would be supremely jealous of.
"Look," she told him, grinning for a brief moment as she saw the shock and terror on his face before she leaning in to whisper in his ear. "If you're too embarrassed to talk in front of them, whisper it in my ear," she whispered with a smile, making sure that her T-shirt had dropped just enough to give him an eyeful of her big tits while keeping them covered from the prying gazes of the people around her.
"Uh, well," he replied, his eyes glued at her bust. "This will make you kick me out, but, what is it about people calling you a Β΄Blowjob QueenΒ΄? All of those memes on the internet, and so on."
"Oh," she replied in a faux-innocent voice, still whispering. "What about you visit my apartment after this is over, and I'll show you exactly what that's all about? What's your name?"
As she had said that, he looked at her looking like he was struck by lighting. "M-Michael," he finally managed to say, much louder than he should have. "Michael Morris."
"Well, Michael," she replied still both amused and whispering. "I'll tell my people to let you into my tour bus once I'm back in, and then I'll give you the answer to your question. OK?"
He just rapidly nodded his head and turned to leave, almost forgetting the photos of the 2 of them that he had paid for as he did so.
Acting as if nothing at all had happened, the superstar singer continued taking pictures with her fans, and before she had noticed, the meet-and-greet had ended, and it was time for her to get back into her tour bus.
Good.
Very
good.
She didn't see her lucky fan anywhere near the tour bus as she got in. This could be a bit concerning, but then, she did tell him to come after everything was over, so he probably went for a walk or something, to make sure he'd come back late enough.