The lift doors slid soundlessly shut, as Rosanna stepped out of the plush luxury of the Mandarin Oriental's lobby. As she was whisked to the fourth floor, she checked herself over in the full-length mirror.
Hair? A little messy but manageable. Make-up? Fixed hurriedly in the Aitchison Maitland bathroom before catching her taxi. Clothes? Her suit would do, but the missing button on her blouse did mean her top had become somewhat gaping.
Rosanna felt mildly peeved that she had not had an opportunity to head home and change into something a little more appropriate for an A-list rendezvous.
Her stomach fluttered as she knocked hesitantly on the suite door. She hadn't seen Taylor since the American pop star had swept imperiously out of the conference room at the end of their meeting, leaving Rosanna with a pile of notes to review (or realistically, hand off to one of her juniors to research).
Taylor had maintained a perfectly icy demeanour as she left- giving no inclination to Rosanna's colleagues that anything had passed between them in the privacy of the conference room.
Indeed so successful had this ploy proved, that the receptionist had remarked that Taylor had seemed 'a bit of a cold fish'. Rosanna had agreed out of politeness.
Then, the hotel door opened, and swung open to reveal Taylor Swift in all her boudoir splendour.
Rosanna's eyes widened as she drank in the sight. "Oh fuck!"
"Hey, lover".
***
Taylor was wearing quite the sexiest set of black lingerie that Rosanna had ever seen, at least, in the flesh. The lacy balconette bra pushed her boobs up into a pair of perfect orbs, framed in delicate frills. The knickers were a pair of Brazilian-cut briefs, intricately lacy with a cute little bow on the waistband at the front. Taylor wore thigh-high hold up stockings and a vertiginous pair of Louboutins that must have pushed her to well over six feet tall.
Her long blonde hair was already artfully dishevelled, and her lips sported a vivid red slash of lipstick. Taylor's slender legs looked impossibly long.
Rosanna giggled as she accepted a flute of champagne from Taylor, along with a delicate peck on the cheek.
"You look absolutely stunning, babe".
"Thank you!", Taylor dimpled prettily, then bobbed a mock curtsey. "Now you sit...yes, there, that chair. You sit there, and I'll give you a little performance".
Rosanna shrugged off her jacket and laid it over the back of the chair. "Ready when you are, Miss International Superstar".
Taylor stuck her tongue out, before pressing a button on the remote control behind her, cueing a jazzy soundtrack.
"Not one of your songs?" giggled Rosanna, sipping her champagne.
"You can make me sing later..." Taylor replied, as she began to sway her hips to the rhythm of the music.
Rosanna settled in the chair, absent-mindedly undoing the button on her trousers.
Taylor shimmied and swayed, strutted and swooped, showing off her full portfolio of moves. Rosanna had never been to a strip club, but she imagined that this might be what you'd get from a lap dance. And she enjoyed it immensely.
"Thrilled to have front-row seats at Taylor Swift's Stripper Tour," Rosanna smirked.
Taylor raised one stiletto clad foot and placed it on the chair between Rosanna's legs. Rosanna leant forward, and laid a trail of tender, insistent kisses up the inside Taylor's stocking-clad thigh. But as she reached the unbearably soft white skin centimetres from Taylor's black knickers, the singer abruptly pulled back.
Rosanna groaned.
"Taylor, I'm going to explode if I can't touch you properly".
"We have all night, lover, I'm going to torment you a little bit more first".
Taylor snatched Rosanna's champagne glass and took a long sip. She leant down, her mouth still full of Dom Perignon, and pressed her lips to Rosanna's. Rosanna eagerly sucked at Taylor's mouth yet despite her keenness a substantial amount of sparkling wine still stained the front of her blouse.
"Oops!" Taylor said in mock concern.
"Don't waste it- it's nice!" said Rosanna.
Taylor lowered her head and licked the sticky booze from Rosanna's collarbone.
"I'll get the rest later".
Rosanna stripped off her wet blouse, leaving her boobs exposed in their lacy nude bra. She was aching, desperate for another touch from Taylor.
Taylor stroked a hand across each breast, feeling her lover's nipples throb through the fabric. With one hand she undid Rosanna's bra to leave her bare-chested and desperate in the chair in front of her.
"You can take those trousers off too if you like?"
"I thought you were the stripper here, not me!"
Taylor giggled. "In my strip club, we like our customers naked as well".
Rosanna wriggled her trousers down, a dark damp patch at the front of her insubstantial white knickers showing just how much she wanted Taylor.
Taylor spun, and issued a seductive glare back over her shoulder. Rosanna's eyes locked onto her lover's lace-clad buttocks. She bit her lip in frustration.
Taylor elegantly lowered herself backwards onto Rosanna and began to grind her voluptuous bottom onto the young lawyer's lap. Rosanna's hips ground back in response.
The feeling of Taylor's perfect arse pressing against Rosanna's mound was almost unbearable.
Rosanna moaned. "I'm going to have to touch myself".
"Not yet, lover, not yet", drawled Taylor. "Why don't you take my panties off instead".
Rosanna didn't need a second invitation. She rolled the black lace down the curve of Taylor's round bum, then let them fall down her long legs to the soft carpet.
She squeezed the two exquisite globes in front of her.
"How are you this perfect?"
Taylor turned around, and Rosanna saw her naked cunt for the first time. It was immaculate. Delicate pale pink pussy lips, framed above with a light dusting of light blonde hair. It promised heaven.
She threw one leg over Rosanna's and began to slide back and forth along her thigh.
Rosanna clasped her tight, urging her on. Taylor's breath grew shorter and more ragged as she rode Rosanna's leg towards orgasm.
Rosanna managed to fumble Taylor's black bra loose and buried her face in her pert breasts. Her mouth caught one of Taylor's dusky pink nipples and she sucked it - hard.
Taylor screamed.
Her pussy ground uncontrollably against Rosanna and her entire body shook as she crashed past the point of no return.
"AAAAHHHHHH" she wailed into the other girl's ear at a deafening volume, her hands reflexively gripping two handfuls of Rosanna's dark hair.
And she collapsed across Rosanna in a sweaty, quivering, orgasmic heap of limbs.
A moment passed, that felt like an age.
Taylor opened her stunning blue eyes, her face flushed with satisfaction.
"Oh wow. Oh wow wow wow. That was intense. Amaaazing", she said, drawing out the middle syllable for emphasis.
"You're amazing," Rosanna countered.
"Thank you. But I'm just getting started. BED. NOW."
***
The two girls stumbled from the suite lounge to the bed, and eagerly completed undressing each other. Rosanna slipped off Taylor's bra, Taylor yanked down Rosanna's underwear and threw it over her shoulder onto the floor.
Taylor held her naked lover's hands above her head while she kissed her enthusiastically. She pressed her thigh between Rosanna's legs and pinned her flat on her back.
Rosanna purred at the display of dominance. "You'll be tying me up next! I don't suppose you brought handcuffs with you?"
"I'm a musician, not a cop!"
Taylor fumbled behind her on the bed and found her discarded black bra. She looped the straps around Rosanna's wrists and tied it in a tight knot.
"Well, if the Mandarin Oriental won't provide handcuffs on room service I'll just have to improvise".
