I hadn't been back in the States too much longer after my time with Emma Watson in England, and after hooking up with her, when my phone started to ring off the hook.
It was ringing off the hook with what you would expect, naturally, but also with what I wasn't expecting.
Sure, I had a veritable who's-who of Hollywood pussy ringing me up, as I had had more than enough "experiences" around town that word about had not only gotten out, but had started to spread like wildfire, but there was one call on my machine that I certainly wasn't expecting to get.
But I'm not going to lie and say I wasn't thrilled to receive it, either, because the girl in question was Selena Gomez.
Turns out that while I was on the other side of the pond with Emma that Selena had FINALLY decided to end things once and for all with that Canadian twerp Justin Bieber, and had called me looking for a hook-up to help her get over him.
So the first thing I did when I returned from England was call Selena back and see if her offer still stood, since she would have been the first person to use me for nothing more than a booty call.
"I would've waited forever to hear you call me back John," Selena told me when I called her, giggling when she heard me explain why I was out of pocket when she called me originally.
"You dog. You went over there and fucked her, didn't you?" Selena teased me, putting me at ease with how she seemed to already be taking a liking to me.
"Actually Selena, we fucked on the plane and then we fucked over there," I corrected her, which seemed to pique Selena's interest in how she wanted things to go with me.
"I'm glad to hear that you really seem to have no reservations about doing it anywhere," Selena told me, making my cock spring immediately to life in my pants at hearing those words from her as she continued.
"Because I've always heard the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new. And I can't think of a better way to get under Justin's skin than to have public sex with you John," she told me, going on to explain that she already had a beach side hotel suite rented out in her name for "any time" that she might need to use it, and that she would be waiting there for me whenever I got time to come visit her.
"Don't go anywhere Selena. I'm on my way," I told her, hoping that I wasn't about to bite too much off, since up until now I had always made it a point to at least mix some business with pleasure in these "assignments", but the thought of getting some of Selena Gomez was too much for me.
"I thought you'd never come John," Selena said to me as she answered the door to her suite, having just changed into a tiny purple bikini.
"I slipped into something a little more comfortable for you. Just in case you might want to slip something inside me later," she whispered, coming on to me stronger than anyone else I had been with so far had as she led me into the bedroom and showed me the view of the ocean from her room.
"Hang on there, tiger," she whispered to me as I kissed her neck, unable to stop myself from making a move on her as I looked over her tight body in the bikini she was in, "if we're gonna do it, we're gonna do it out there."
"Damn that's hot," I whispered to her as she grabbed her room key and grabbed me by the hand, rushing out to the beach with me.
"MMM," she moaned as she laid a beach towel down on the ground, pulling me on top of her as we started to make out.
"Goddamn Selena. How come I never knew you had a body this tight before?" I whispered to her as she wrapped her legs around mine and placed her hands on my chest, kissing my neck as one of her hands started to work its way between my legs.
