DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of Selena Gomez (or Justin Bieber for that matter). It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it.
Also, despite him being the "villain" in this story I don't mean to endorse any harm to the person of Justin Bieber...
Just so nobody is disappointed: this story is not as rough as "Porn Star" or "The Walking Slut", here I put a little more focus on the plot instead!
I'd love to get some feedback, either via mail or in the comment section!
Codes: MF, oral, drunk, doggie, screaming, cunnilingus, mdom
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I let out a sigh and leant down on the narrow catwalk's railing. Closing my eyes for a second I rubbed my temples. That damn beat gave me a headache! Fucking club music! I opened my eyes again and looked down onto the sea of dancing douchebag-kids, rocking with uncoordinated movements to the "music".
Grumpily I scanned the big room for possible sources of aggression, finding none. Sighing again, I fished a cigarette out of the inner pocket of my jacket and put it in my mouth. Jerry, my boss and the club's owner had forbidden me to smoke, but that punk was afraid of me, so I felt like I could have a peaceful smoke without getting too much trouble.
I flicked my lighter on and held it to the end of the cigarette. Taking a deep satisfying drag I let my eyes wander through the masses below me again. I still couldn't believe how popular this dump had gotten lately. I had worked as chief of security in the "Butter's" for over five years now and until about two months ago, business had been alright for the owners, not bad, not exceptionally noteworthy either. But then some tv show decided, for whatever reason, to make a feature about us, apparently THE hole in the wall. And since then every damn hipster-brat in this godforsaken city made a pilgrimage over here EVERY fucking weekend! Now I don't have anything against a little success for Jerry, god knows he has worked his ass off these last couple of years and he earned it, but these collections of spoilt bitches and momma's boys completely lacked respect! I will soon turn fifty and despite my regular workouts I begin to feel my age and these kids make me feel a lot older! Most of them are pampered brats with rich parents and every time I had to throw one of them out, they assured me they'd make me lose my job. But not only didn't they know how to treat their elders, most of these little shits had to be kicked out because they attacked girls who refused them.
I shook my head and searched for a distraction before I made myself angry. Taking another puff I searched the crowd for her. Working in a night club has its perks too, no denying that. If you can deal with bad-behaved teens and even worse music you can enjoy the good sides. Like smoking hot chicks in slutty outfits!
After looking around for a few seconds I spotted the girl on the dance floor, near the DJ's stand. I had watched this particular girl several times tonight. Unlike most of the other brats she knew how to dance, moving her body to the beat, twisting and turning, obviously enjoying the music. And she looked hot as hell too! She was a Latina, maybe twenty years old. Dark hair, dark eyes, light complexion and the cutest mouth you could imagine. She wore an incredibly tight, black dress, one strap and down to her mid-thigh, showcasing those long beautiful legs, which were even more highlighted by black leather fuck-me-boots with four inch heels. I had no clue why mothers allowed their daughters to dress this way, but I sure as hell wasn't complaining!
She danced alone and it seemed as if she wanted to keep it that way. I grinned as I saw the umpteenth teen boy this night grind up against her, trying to get her to dance with him. This one she actually seemed to know as the stance of his body suggested, which didn't change her reaction. When he tried to grab her hips she pulled his hands away and shook her head no. I smiled. I couldn't help it, I loved seeing these assholes crash and burn.
Suddenly the speaker in my ear buzzed to life. "Yo, smokes!" I sighed as Silas' voice cracked out of the device. I had given the kid this job two years ago to keep him busy and on the right side of the law. Guess I kinda liked the guy. It had worked, he did a tremendous job, but the gratitude he had expressed several times hadn't kept him from giving me this extra-creative nickname.
"What's up, dipshit?" I growled.
The black kid chuckled, a strange sound in my ear. "If you're done perving on that hot Latina ass you can take a break. We've got them under control..."
I blushed slightly. I didn't know I was being watched and now I felt stupid, lusting after a girl that wasn't even half my age. "Shut up, kid!" I replied, stood up straight and stretched. My spine cracked. Damn, I wasn't as young as I used to be! "I will be back in five minutes!"
Giving the dancing girl's fine body one last look, I walked towards the stairs.
At the bar I ordered a bottle of water and sat down, once again unsuccessfully trying to blend out the music that thudded against my eardrums. One last hour, then these kids would have to find another place to party and I could go home. Turning back to the dance floor I once again scanned the crowd, not able to suppress the instinct. I looked up and spotted Silas' broad figure on top of the catwalk, watching the dancing kids. I couldn't make out much of him, but I knew he was focused.
Suddenly the bud in my ear cracked, making me jump. "Smokes?" Silas asked. His voice had a serious tone to it and I knew what he'd say before he said it. "I hate to interrupt your little coffee break, but there is some trouble on the floor you might wanna check on!"
"I'm on my way!" I answered, setting down my bottle and moving towards the crowd. "And I wasn't drinking coffee!" I quipped lamely. But, hey, I'm almost fifty and tired! Sue me!
"Wow! Burn!!" Silas laughed before his tone got serious again, "A little more to your left!"
I shoved my way past twisting, drunk teens, looking for the trouble my younger friend had promised. After looking for a second, I spotted them. The dark haired Latina I had been watching was in trouble. The latest guy she had blown off, the one she had known, apparently decided that he hadn't tried hard enough. She screamed at him over the music, an angry look on her face while he tried to grab her, obviously thinking that she was only playing hard to get.
Before I was able to get to them, the little shithead became too cocky and actually grabbed the angry girl's ass. Now she obviously had enough! She reached out and slapped the guy across the cheek. I groaned. I had seen this numerous times. These guys had obviously never been taught not to punch a girl and sure enough, the brat already raised his fist.
I lurched forward, shoving two wasted dudes out of the way in the process, and caught his wrist just in time, the girl already flinched. The boy was about my height, but there were almost no muscles there when I squeezed his arm. He turned towards me in surprise and I shot him a menacing glare, before I turned and dragged him off without looking back, the protesting, whining momma boy stumbling after me.
I made my way up to the back entrance and shoved the door open. Throwing him out into the alleyway, he landed in a puddle, soaking his over-expensive jeans. "OW!" he shrieked as he struggled to get up, "You sonofabitch! I'll have your ass fired!"