All of the following is complete and total fiction.. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
Devil's Night starring Taylor Swift
It was something that wasn't publicized too much, but Taylor Swift absolutely adored Halloween. It was always a night fun no matter how old she was. The entire season just made those lovely lips of hers smile.
Why? Because it was the only holiday she could think of that was all about fun. It was THE indulgence holiday. There was no real pressure to do anything but have fun. No pressure for the perfect gift to be given, no disappointment for a dud, no avoiding the wrong thing to say around a certain family member, none of that kind of garbage. It was just about fun. Cutting loose. And it was for all ages... though as she grew up she did notice a sugar rush didn't hold the same appeal to her as other kinds of treats.
She loved adult Halloween treats. Bourbon, scotch... and maybe her favorite, cock. Sure, she could have herself some casual sex whenever she wanted. And she did. But Halloween just gave Taylor something fresh to play with that no other time of year could give her. There was a sure fire naughtiness to it. And that all boiled down to costumes in her eyes. Not even so much on the men she chose. For Taylor the magic was always in the costume she chose to wear.
It wasn't an egotistical take, not to her at least. She just took note that some costumes unleashed a sexual beast inside partners more than other. A sexy maid, the slutty cowgirl, the naughty nurse... all brought out a certain something in the men they drew in. For the past few years she'd always had a very happy Halloween. Tonight would be no different.
Taylor was sashaying around a friend's party all done up as a sexy little devil. Red horns, red body suit, red lipstick... Taylor just couldn't escape the color. And why would she when it looked so flattering on her?
Taylor wasn't the only one who liked how her red number looked either. She saw and felt how the men were undressing her with their eyes. It was already making her wet. All it came down to was a selection. She could take her time with it as well. She had a room in the hotel the party was being held in. No need to rush in. She could take her time in finding her lover... or lovers.
She headed to the bar and ordered something quick and simple. Jack clean. No need to splurge on anything but the tip. Besides, sometimes the cheap stuff hits a spot that no expensive liquor could ever hope to.
It didn't take log for a brave soul to approach her. Taylor loved the brave ones. They were always a bit more daring.
"What are you drinking?" he asked. He was dressed very proper. A slick throwback of a tuxedo, complete with a white dinner jacket and a red rose in the lapel. His hair was dark and slicked back. She wasn't exactly a huge movie buff but Taylor knew a Connery James Bond when she saw him.
"Just whiskey," Taylor said. "Nothing fancy. Nothing to be shaken or stirred."
"Mind if I take a seat?" the cosplay secret agent asked.
"I certainly won't stop you." He nodded and sat on the stool next to Taylor. "Name's Henry."
"Taylor." she replied with a smile. "Something tells me you already knew that though."
"Yeah, well I didn't want to play that card."
"Smart play."
"I thought so."
"So what are you drinking?" she asked. "Is it gonna match your costume?"
"Honestly I was going to go for a Bourbon," he said. "Hope it doesn't clash."
"Well it matches with me," said Taylor. "I think that's a good thing. I tend to keep matching sets around."
"Lucky me."
"You don't know the half of it."
"How about you show me the whole thing?" he asked, placing his hand on her thigh. Confidence. Smooth. But not pushy. She had her first winner.
Taylor gave Henry a smiled and reach into the small red sequin purse she had with her and took out a hotel keycard.
"Room 1713," she said, sliding the key over to him. "One hour. Not a second sooner than that. Am I understood?"
"Completely." Henry replied.
"Good. Ciao for now." Henry nodded, watching as Taylor drank the last of the brown liquor from her own glass and getting up after picking up the one he had gotten her. She gave a little extra sashay to her walk before she blended in with the other party guests. Treat number one had been selected. But once piece of candy just wasn't going to do tonight. Time for treat number two.
Taylor had found her straitlaced, straight forward lover of the night. Now she wanted something a bit more... rugged. Not that James Bond didn't fit the bill but... someone with more of a five o'clock shadow. She didn't walk too far away from the bar when she saw just what she was looking for.
First she saw him from the back, a sexy silhouette in a bomber jacket and a fedora, a whip and toy six shooter at his side. This costume was someone she was abit ore familiar with than James Bond. When he turned around, there she saw a wonderful Indiana Jones, complete with that layer of whiskers she found herself craving.
Indy was leaning against a wall, sipping a beer and people watching. Taylor slipped in right beside him. "See anything interesting?" she asked.
"Not until now, honey," he said.
"Thanks. I'm Taylor."
"I know. I'm Jim."