Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Housewarming party

I was just putting the final touches on my makeup when my phone lit up with a text message. "Crap!" I said to myself. It was the taxi messaging me to let me know he was here. I took one last look at myself in the mirror, knowing full well who I might be meeting tonight. I got my things and headed outside toward the taxi.

"Serena?" The taxi driver asked.
"Yep, that's me" I said, scrambling to get in. "Sorry that took so long".

"No, no problem at all" replied the driver, a white man in his mid 50s who gave me a friendly smile.

"I regularly have to wait a LOT longer than that for some people who ride, so a few minutes doesn't bother me" he said. I thanked him as he continued toward my destination.
"So, where you headed tonight?" he asked – it the classic small talk you often encounter in a taxi or Uber.

"Just to a party my friend is hosting" I responded with, not knowing whether or not I should go into more detail.

To tell the truth it was more than just a party. First of all, it was a housewarming party, as my friend had just moved into a new house her and her partner built. It was a massive house, in fact it was pretty much a mansion. They both had highly paying jobs. She was a criminal lawyer and her partner was a roadie, or road crew. Not just any roadie though, a roadie for Justin Bieber! He was responsible for travelling with the crew and overseeing the construction and making of the stage at every concert. So, he travelled a lot but was paid generously for it. But now on to why it was more than just a party. As I mentioned my friend's partner was a roadie for Justin. Well it turns out he is actually quite close to Justin from always travelling with him, and it meant that Justin was coming to the party! I couldn't believe it. I've always been a massive fan of Justin and to have this opportunity to see him at the party was so surreal. My friend knew I was a massive fan of him, but she wasn't really a fan herself. She was 26 and I was only 18, so there was a bit of a gap. Either way I was so grateful to get invited and have the chance to meet Justin as I knew this was something every girl had been dreaming of.

I made sure I dressed for the occasion, going to the extra effort knowing Justin could be there. I wore something that was nice but sexy, something that would hopefully make Justin notice me. It was a red, tight fitting dress that stuck to my curves.

The taxi dropped me off at the party at 8:00pm and I paid and thanked the driver. I walked in and was immediately greeted by my friend. We chatted a bit and she gave me a tour of the new house and introduced me to some other people. I settled in, helping myself to the wide range of free drinks available. I decided to go for the vodka, knowing I'd needing to be a bit drunk if I was to talk to Justin successfully without shaking or crying uncontrollably.
I was trying to act like Justin wasn't the ONLY thing on my mind, but he was. An hour and a half has passed and he wasn't there. The party had a great vibe and most people, including myself, were now a bit drunk. I was having a good time but to be honest, the only thing I cared about was Justin showing up. I was starting to convince myself he definitely wasn't coming.

Who am I kidding? I thought. He's the most famous guy on the planet. He's probably got thousands of places he could be right now, and he probably gets invited to hundreds of things every week. Just as I had given up all hope, I saw someone emerge from kitchen into the party. It was him. It honestly took a few seconds for me to register it was him.

You see so many photos of him but seeing him in real life, up close, is something so special. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't even realise my jaw had dropped and I was staring at him the whole time. He was greeting people and he must have seen the look on my face because we made eye contact, and he had a giggle. He came alone, but he knew a lot of people there because they were also roadies. Me on the other hand, I knew nobody except my friend. He wore jeans and a hoody, and he looked sexy as hell.