Chapter 814: Buff Stacked

The hotel elevator doors slid open noiselessly, revealing an empty space inside. Justin, a strikingly handsome man, and Lana, an equally stunning woman, were entangled in a passionate kiss against the back wall, seemingly oblivious to the watchful eye of the surveillance camera above.

Justin's hands roamed eagerly, nearly causing them both to lose balance before Lana gently intervened. "Maybe we should head out," she murmured, breaking the moment.

Quickly, Justin jabbed at the door-open button, his arm casually draped around Lana's shoulders as they exited together. They swiftly made their way down the hall to their room, where Justin deftly swiped the key card and ushered Lana inside before closing the door with a decisive click.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air, fueled by a pre-party indulgence. Justin moved in for the next move, but Lana halted him with a raised hand. "Hold on, let me just put my bag down," she said, nodding towards her obstructive handbag.

Justin glanced at the bag, acknowledging its inconvenient placement, and paused his advances while Lana hurriedly stashed it away. With a teasing glance over her shoulder, Lana beckoned Justin towards the bedroom. "Come on, honey, what are you waiting for?"

Responding eagerly, Justin followed Lana into the room, their chemistry palpable as they gravitated towards each other.

Moments later, Lana playfully blindfolded Justin with his own tie. "You're my favorite singer, Justin," she whispered seductively. "I have something special for you."

Justin complied, allowing Lana to cover his eyes, surrendering to the mystery.

"Open wide," Lana teased, her voice a sultry whisper.

"I like fans like you," Justin chuckled, opening his mouth obediently.

Suddenly, a weight pressed against his chest, silk grazing his skin. Justin remained still, curious.

Then, a sensation on his tongue and palate startled him. He recoiled instinctively, removing the blindfold in a panic.

Lana stood a few paces away, her handbag opened towards him, revealing its contents.

Confusion turned to anger as Justin threw off the tie. "Who are you? What are you doing?"

Lana, visibly upset, defended herself. "I'm Lana Sanders. You said you liked me."

Justin's eyes narrowed, thoughts racing. "Do you want to play a dangerous game?"

Before Lana could respond, Justin was interrupted by a sudden retching sound from behind him. He straightened up, glaring at Lana. "Who would like a twisted liar like you?"

Lana sobbed, repeating herself amidst tears. "You said you liked my..."

The tense atmosphere hung thick in the room, charged with betrayal and confusion.

Justin's voice thundered with anger. "You're a sick pervert! I'm not interested in someone like you! What kind of normal person would want anything to do with you? You're a man who's turned himself into a woman and you still think I'd want you?"

Lana's tears flowed freely, her slender figure swaying with emotion. "Yes, I used to be a gay man, but I love you, Justin! I became a woman because of my love for you. As your fan, I wanted to give you all my affection."

"Damn you!" Justin spat, his disgust palpable. "I don't care if you're gay or transgender. Just leave me alone!"

Lana's sobs intensified, her entire body trembling with emotion.

Justin, seething with rage, wanted to strike out at Lana, but her words and the pendulum on her wrist unnerved him, intensifying his nausea. He dry-heaved again, wiping his mouth in frustration. "I'd rather be with a gorilla than someone like you!"

Lana's crying abruptly ceased, her tone deadly serious. "Justin Bieber, are you insulting my African heritage?"

Justin's fury boiled over. "I'm insulting you, you... genderless ape, monkey, pig..."

Before he could finish, the sight of Lana's pendulum triggered another wave of nausea, causing him to turn away and retch.

"Ugh..."

The sound of retching filled the air.

Lana quietly dressed, slipped on her heels, grabbed her handbag, and swiftly exited the bedroom.

Justin wanted to pursue her, to confront her, but the vomiting left him weak and defeated.

Disgusted with himself and the situation, Justin cleaned up, checked out of the hotel, and abandoned any thoughts of pursuing women that night. He returned to his New York residence, too ashamed to speak of what had transpired.

...

Meanwhile, Lana, now Lara Sanders again, descended in the elevator to the hotel lobby. She glanced around, relieved to find no one following her.

"That went smoother than expected," Lana muttered to herself, a self-satisfied smile playing on her lips as she exited the hotel.

Confidence radiated from her every step. After all, she had effortlessly hooked up with Justin Bieber. Her appearance had paid off yet again.

Without her looks, how else could she achieve what she wanted?

Lana made a quick phone call. Within moments, a taxi pulled up at the hotel entrance.

"Central Park, please," Lana instructed the driver confidently.

The taxi pulled up to Central Park, and Lana stepped out into the serene atmosphere, still on the phone. "Where are you?" she asked, scanning the park.

"I'm on the left bench at the beginning of the boulevard. You'll see me when you come in," came the voice from the other end.

Lana spotted him waving from the bench in a sharp suit. "I see you," she replied, moving briskly towards him. "Hello, Mr. Green."

Green gestured to the empty spot beside him. "Please, have a seat." Once Lana settled in, he inquired, "How did it go?"

"Perfectly smooth," Lana answered with a radiant smile.

To Green, Lana exuded no allure; she was merely a means to an end. "You've proven worthy of your reputation, Miss Lana Sanders," he remarked, handing her a bag.

Lana's smile widened. Her journey from a rising star to a transformative figure in New York and Los Angeles had indeed been validated. She reached into the bag.

Green nodded, withdrawing two large envelopes. He handed one to Lana. "This is your share."

Lana glanced inside and then handed back the bag.

Efficiently, Green extracted a tiny camera from the bag, reviewing its contents on a Bluetooth-connected headset. Satisfied, he passed Lana the second envelope. "Keep your phone handy."

Inspecting the envelope, Lana chuckled. "As long as there's money involved, everything is manageable."

Green reclaimed the bag as Lana rose gracefully. "Consider it a souvenir," she quipped.

Green secured the micro-camera and departed the boulevard.

Exiting Central Park and entering the parking lot, he settled into his car. Activating his laptop, he reviewed the footage once more. Satisfied with its integrity, he dialed his boss. "Boss, I've got the news footage."

Judy, on the line, inquired, "Is everything in order?"

"We don't deal in fake news, you know that," Green assured. "I've reviewed it myself. The authenticity is solid."

Jody, a principled journalist, insisted, "Upload the video to the website immediately. I'll review it promptly. Stay in New York; you'll handle TMZ's follow-ups on this."

Green recognized the opportunity. "Understood, boss. I won't disappoint."

Impressed by Green's commitment, Judy added, "You're doing well. I see a bright future for you in this industry."

Energized, Green ended the call and swiftly connected his laptop to his phone's network, uploading the footage to TMZ's backend.

Los Angeles, TMZ headquarters buzzed with activity despite the late hour due to the time difference. Workstations hummed with the glow of monitors, signaling the ongoing dedication of the team.

In the office of the business editor-in-chief, Judy logged into the website's backend management system. She patiently awaited a notification, and soon, a familiar ping signaled the arrival of Green's latest video submission.

With a few clicks, Judy downloaded and saved the video before hitting play. The footage initially showed Justin Bieber in an intimate moment with a girl, which seemed mundane compared to his previous controversies.

However, what followed took Judy by surprise. Despite her seasoned awareness of celebrity scandals, the scene of Justin Bieber holding a gun to his mouth momentarily stunned her.

"These troublemakers are really outdoing themselves," Jody muttered, unable to suppress a chuckle. "But this is the kind of news we thrive on."

As she continued watching, Judy realized the video was a goldmine. Justin Bieber's derogatory remarks towards the individual in the video, whose identity seemed ambiguous, sparked immediate concern.

"Ten years ago, this might have been brushed off," Jody reflected, her expression turning serious. "But in today's climate, this is a game-changer."

The conversation revealed that the individual had African heritage, albeit with a lighter complexion, suggesting a nuanced racial identity. Moreover, the individual claimed to have undergone transformations through surgery and medication, complicating their sexual orientation.

Judy pondered aloud, "If this person transitioned successfully, are they considered heterosexual or homosexual now?"

The rapid pace of societal change left Judy grappling with these complexities. One thing was clear: Justin Bieber's comments targeted racial minorities, the LGBTQ+ community, and those who underwent transformations.

While Judy admired Bieber's audacity as an entertainer, she wasted no time in crafting a headline for the explosive video: "Pop Star Justin Bieber Faces Allegations of Racial Discrimination, Homophobia, and Transphobia!"

With a sense of duty, Judy prepared to publish the story, knowing it would resonate far beyond the realm of celebrity gossip.