All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
Burning Red starring Taylor Swift, Barbarta Palvin, Hailee Steinfeld, Tori Black, Abella Danger & Maitland Ward (MFM, FFFFFF, MF, MFF, oral, anal, DP, double anal, cons) By MrMaxLord
Barbara Palvin had seen quite a few thing during her modeling career. Many salacious, others not so much, but all of which she could find some sort of logical explanation for. However, as she stood outside a New York apartment building that was bustling with activity. There were yellow signs all around as well as security. The signs seemed to indicate something was shooting in the apartment complex, the one she was going to. It was upscale as the rest of the neighborhood and usually it'd be somewhat of a shock to see any kind of shoot to this scale going on. However, the shock wasn't there. Barbara figured out fairly easily what the shoot was for, or more accurately who it was for. It was, in all likelihood, for the person who she was going to see. That person? Taylor Swift.
Barbara didn't really know what she was doing there on any level. To the best of her knowledge she'd never even met Taylor Swift. She didn't work the two Victoria's Secret fashion shows Taylor performed at and couldn't think of once ever even meeting her in passing. Yet the previous week she got an invitation to come to Taylor's apartment and there she was, right on time. The envelope had been red with a black wax stamp sealing it. That had come in a far less conspicuous manila envelope, but the true envelope was certainly attention-grabbing. Once it was opened, the intrigue continued. Within was a hand written letter inviting Barbara to her place for a celebration. A celebration of what exactly wasn't made to clear to the Hungarian beauty. What was made clear was the time, placer and attire. Red. Red had to be the main color worn, dress preferred. Everything was up to her. The one other instruction was to keep the invitation.
So there Barbara was in a red dress and heels, covered by a coat on a chilly October night. With all the commotion around the building, which visually seemed to center around filming equipment being loaded out the apartment and security keeping anyone who wasn't supposed to be there at bay. Barbara approached one of the security guards, the one who seemed to be more focused on the outside of the perimeter than the inside.
"Excuse me," she said. "I think I'm supposed to be here."
The guard looked her over in a purely informational way. He was far too tired to be even remotely lecherous after keeping curious citizens away. "Yeah, you look the part," he said. "Let me guess, red dress under that coat?" His tone was disinterested and monotone. The only thought in his head was his bed at home.
"Yes." Barbara replied.
"You get an invite?" Barbara nodded and handed him the envelope. "Okay, head in. Go to the center elevator. If you hurry you might even catch the other one."
"Other one?"
"Yeah," he said, barely registering Barbara's confusion. "Go ahead already." He stepped aside and Barbara walked past and into the building. Sure enough, right in front of the designated area there was a woman dressed as she was. Not exactly, but a red dress was worn by the brunette ahead of her. She too was wearing a coat, or had been as it was now folded over in the woman's arm.
When she got side by side by the woman, one glance at the brunette's face and Barbara recognized her instantly as Hailee Steinfeld. While she barely knew her, having only ever run into in passing at premieres and fashion events.
"Um, hello again," Barbara said, getting the leggy starlet's attention.
"Oh hi!" Hailee said, a smile of familiarity on her face. "Well this is a surprise. I mean I figured I wasn't the only one invited but I thought I'd see another familiar face. Familiar to a Swift soiree at least."
"So this isn't unusual?"
"What, the cloak and dagger, secret agent moving about? The secret invites with instructions so explicit you're surprised passwords and magnetic keycards weren't included? Hardly. At least with Taylor. Though I do openly admit it's been quite a bit for me. I mean, you know how things are. People get busy, the world gets pushed to the brink of the breakdown. The same old song and dance."
Before Barbara could inquire what exactly that song and dance was the "ding" of the arriving elevator sounded in the lobby and the doors slid open.
"Ride's here," Hailee said before walking in. Already having gone this far, Barbara followed. Hailee, having the experience, pressed the corresponding button and the elevator moved up.
"So...what should I expect?" Barbara asked. "I've never actually met Taylor."
"One heck of a party," Hailee said. "Fact is I've found it's better to not try and guess what Taylor has planned. You won't do it. Just trust that every last detail has been planned out by our host."
That just created more questions for Barbara but once more the elevator interrupted her. Another ding and the doors slid open. Once more Hailee led the way to Taylor's apartment door. Three knocks, and just three, were made to the door and in moments the apartment entrance was opened and behind was their host.
Taylor Swift was decked out all in red and calling her stunning was underselling it. She was flat out gorgeous and being a Victoria's Secret and Sports Illustrated alumna Barbara knew from gorgeous.
"Welcome," the blonde beauty said with a grin that was riding the line of warm and seductive. "Hailee, so glad you could make it." After a quick hug to the brunette, Taylor turned her attention to Barbara. "And Barbara, so nice to meet you. I'm very glad you could make it." Taylor went for a more casual handshake with Barbara, which the supermodel accepted.
"Nice to meet you too Ms. Swift," Barbara said. "But I am confused."
"Well, we can deal with that once you come in. And also, please, call me Taylor. This isn't a business meeting." Barbara nodded and followed Taylor in, the blonde shutting the door behind her.
Barbara could see the apartment was impressive. However, signs of whatever Taylor was shooting there were clearly visible and overpowering. Empty c-stands without lights and balance boards and white tarps on the ground.
"Sorry about the mess," Taylor said as she lead Barbara to the living room. "It will all be cleared out in the morning. I wanted the recording stuff out first and foremost."
"What were you shooting anyway?" Hailee asked from the couch as Taylor and Barbara entered.
"Oh, just promo stuff. Red, obviously. And this is a nice celebration of all that."
"Is anyone else coming?" Barbara asked.
"Of course." Taylor replied. "Not too many. This is going to be very....intimate." Taylor flashed a quick look to Hailee that Barbara didn't entirely catch but the Oscar-nominated actress had to grin at.
"Intimate?" Barbara asked. "Then I have to say I am truly confused. I don't even think we've ever met in passing Taylor."
"And I wanted to rectify that. I mean I did the Victoria's Secret Show twice and both times you weren't booked? That just had to be rectified."
"But why? Not that I'm opposed but..."
"Barbara," Taylor said, a gentle hand placed on the model's shoulder. "To put it simply, it's nice to have friends. I like having friends and I just thought why not?"
Barbara nodded, still not fully understanding it but decided to pack it away and just go with the flow of the night.
"Can I get you two anything to drink?" Taylor asked. "Non-alcoholic tonight. Because of the shoot." She walked towards the room's bar and walked behind it.
"Just a mineral water for me," Hailee said, joining her at the bar and taking a seat. "Speaking of the shoot, is Blake here?"
"Sadly no. She just wanted to go home and unwind. Her loss though. And potentially our gain."
While those two spoke Barbara took a moment to gather herself. Something felt off. Not bad by any stretch, but off. It was as if there was a detail she was missing, a joke everyone else was in on but she was in the dark about.
"How about you Barbara?" Taylor asked, breaking Barbara from her self-induced trance.
"Mit?" she asked in response, slipping into her native tongue. "What?"
"Would you like a drink?"
"Just a water would be fine." Barbara replied. Taylor brought her the glass in short order and just as Barbara took her first sip there was another set of three knocks at the door. Ever the attentive host, Taylor went to answer the door. This time behind it were three more guests and Barbara did not recognize a single one of them. Well...not exactly. One of them them, the older redhead she had seen before It was on a billboard in L.A., though for the life of her the model could not remember what was being advertised. The other two women however she was in the dark about. One was a drop dead gorgeous brunette who looked like she could have been a model as well. The other, slightly shorter one was also attractive, but in a different way. Every bit as striking though, especially with an ass so superb it was impossible not to notice it. However in the dark Barbara was, Taylor seemed to know them very well with how she greeted them.
"Maitland, wonderful to have you here," Taylor said, giving the pail redhead a warm hug. "Tori and Abella, you don't mind if I use your professional names."
"Not at all Tay," said the model-esque one which Taylor had identified as Tori. "Honestly we're all used to it. Save for Maitland of course as her actual name is her pro name."
"Lucky me," Maitland said. The redhead then scanned the room, eyes hitting both Hailee and Barbara. "This the rest of the party?"
"Pretty much," said Taylor. "A couple more are due any minute now. But until then, allow me to make introductions."
"Well, let's mingle," Maitland said. Taylor led the trio of new guests to the bar where Hailee was. The greetings were warm and Hailee seemed at the very least familiar with the women from Barbara's view. The Hungarian model also began to feel like she was perhaps a bit on the outside looking in and perhaps even coming across as stand-offish while she was still surprised at the whole event unfolding. Hoping to rectify even the possibility of that, she got up from her seat and walked over to the bar to make introductions.
"Hello," she politely said to the trio. "I'm Barbara."
"Oh I'm aware," Maitland said. "We all are. I mean I think everyone hear has worn something you've modeled and you have such a striking face. Hard to forget."
"Oh, well thank you," Barbara said, a bit flattered. The flattery came with noticing that Maitland had just given a her a quick look over and approving smile. "Haven't I seen you somewhere? You're on a billboard in L.A., aren't you?"
"That I am." Maitland answered.
"What is it for? I can't remember exactly."
