"You ever think about letting your hair loose?" Justin asked, his breath kissing Selena's neck as they waltzed.
"My hair's fine," Selena snapped in annoyance.
Justin chuckled. "That's not what I meant."
His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught.
"What are you doing?" She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples.
"Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing," he replied quietly.
And he entered her.
Selena Gomez doesn't bother herself with something as trivial as a relationship with someone of the opposite sex. That being said, male escorts are the only thing she's ever known. Pay the guy to take you out and show everyone that you've still got your girly bits. Simple. Except that a chance encounter with Justin Bieber thwarts her normally perfunctory life. Can a woman with a past 'let loose' and live la vida loca like he wants?
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The Escort •Jelena•
FanfictionJustin slowly hikes up the hem of her beautiful red dress and Selena's breath caught. "What are you doing?" Selena uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. "Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing" And he entered her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
