WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the singers, record labels, musicians, places, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. I am making no money as a result of the writing of this story.
Starring: Taylor Swift
Codes: Cons, MF, Oral, deep throat.
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It had started out as per the norm for Taylor Swift. Another boring showbiz party with yes men, suits, and wannabes from around L.A. Being one the of the most successful, famous, and not to mention beautiful women in not just music, but the world? She was used to this. The odd leering look, some boring small talk, and chicks with no hope gushing about what an inspiration she was to them. Truth be told, she was at this point wishing she was doing anything else that night.
Then came a look. A different look from a random man across the room. Sure, a certainly more attractive and more well presented male than the majority of the party, but she had assumed just a random party goer like the rest. Yet at the same time, there was something about that gaze he cast over her. Almost as if it was... A challenge. Daring her. As if to say 'is this the best you can do here'?
After making excuses and faking a trip to the rest room, it was instead across the room to get close to this unknown man. A finely tailored suit, perhaps even custom cut, with lavish shoes and shirt to match. At least he made a good showing for himself with short brown hair and not even a whisker of facial hair on his handsome face.
"Sorry if I stared..." The man spoke once they were both in close ear-shot of one another. "But I'll keep my hands to myself. Although..." He paused, reaching into a top pocket and pulling out a single dollar bill from it. "If you want, you can take the money now and skip the court case. No need to even sue me."
Swift's jaw almost dropped into the form fitting dress she wore. A fashionable light blue that fitted to her stunning body perfectly. Short enough to give a glimpse of her long legs but her high heel wearing feet openly seen. The attire nicely showing off her rounded backside, and shapely chest up top. All completely by her long blonde hair and the thick, bright red lipstick across her pouty lips to go with the professionally applied and styled make-up across her stunning facial features.
"Excuse me??" Swift questioned with an offended tone, knowing exactly what he was referencing. "How dare..." "Now now Taylor... Just an ice breaker!" He claimed with a confident smirk as he put the note away. "To grab your attention. I mean, one dollar for you? Not fair at all. Now, a thousand?" He stated, glancing to his trouser pocket. From one, he produced a neatly bound roll of notes. Holding it so she could get a look at them to see 100 dollar bills, and ten of them in the wrap. "What? What are you talking about??" Taylor questioned, looking and sounding both offended still from the previous comments, and not a hint of curiosity about this bold hunk.
"Here's a... Donation." He said, catching her by surprise by placing the notes into her hand. "Keep it if you don't feel like following this up. But if you do..." He produced from his other pocket a hotel card key. And not for some bed-and-breakfast or motel either. One that would easily cost half of, if not more of the notes she'd just been given. "Meet me there in an hour at my room and you can return my money. It's not far, but I'll give you time to slip out of this terribly boring party."
With that shockingly casual challenge, he turned and looked like he was about to leave when she stepped forward. "Hey! What the Hell do you think you're doing? More to the point, who... Who the Hell do you think you are??" Swift demanded with a stare of a look cast at him. He smirked back at her. "Call me... 'Paul'..." He said, not even pretending to make that line sound even half convincing. 'And what am I doing? Well... I see you? And I see... Potential." He shrugged. "I just want to see if you can live up to it or not."
With that, he left, soon disappearing into the party crowd as Swift was soon snapped from confused thoughts by the next guest seeing a chance to talk to an A-lister.
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An hour later...
'Paul' opened the door, smirking at the sight he already knew was there from the look through the 'peep-hole'. Taylor Swift with key-card in one hand, and purse in the other and the mother of all 'Poker Face' expressions on her gorgeous face. Standing in the same dress from the party, while he had only taken off his suit jacket from his attire.
"Welcome..." He offered warmly as he held the door open for her to step inside, and closing and locking it behind her once she was in. "So, you're probably wondering what I was meaning by 'potential', right?" Taylor turned and looked at him as she opened her purse up, taking out the wad of cash she'd gotten from him. "You're not even going to ask for this back?" She questioned, her expression not changed by a waver in her tone showing she was thrown by his remark. "A pleasant surprise." He stated as he stepped towards her. "...Fine, I'll bite." Swift said as she set down her purse next to his jacket on the small hotel room table. "Here's your cash. Now talk." She stated with a hint of irritation in her voice.
"Very well." He coolly replied, taking the cash from her and placing it back into his pocket. "I've seen your work. Songs and music videos, red carpet events. So has the rest of the world. When I talk about potential, I don't mean any hit record or a ground breaking song. I mean..." "Oh, let me guess..." Swift rolled her eyes as she folded her arms under her ample chest. "You want to fuck me, right? See if the 'good girl' act is just for TV or if I'm like how I am in the music videos..." She said, raising an eyebrow. "You're just another pervert like the fucking rest of them!" She snapped, her swearing already quite removed from the public image she projects. "Oh Taylor..." 'Paul' shook his head, still smiling and unfazed by her snapping tone. "My intentions are a lot more... In depth that just that. Besides, with all due respect? I'm not like one of your 'little boy' lovers or boyfriends from your past."
"Like I haven't heard that before." She bluntly stated, but with a look that showed she's certainly been told that line a few times before in the past. "Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn't walk out this door right now and call the cops on your perverted ass!"
Deciding to not let words attempt to sway her, put go along the path of 'a picture telling a thousand words' he reached down and unzipped his pants. Smirking as he fished out what could truly be called a 'pride and joy' of a cock. Even without being fully hard right now he was clearly packing a thick and long piece of man meat that not only would surpass many an average man, but rival many a seasoned porn star too.