Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual so please feel free to leave me a comment in the comment box at the end of the story! You see those big empty stars down there as well? Did you want to maybe fill them up? We don't want them empty and all alone like that. You're not a monster are you?
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Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Anal
Author's Note: So, it might help if you read the other story in this series featuring Selena Gomez. Certainly not the end of the world but I'd love some comments on both of these and where you think the story might be going.
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Looking down at the small company provided phone, I double checked the details with who I was supposed to be picking up and found myself to be pretty surprised. It was only yesterday that I had been responsible for driving Selena Gomez and her boyfriend from the airport to their secluded home in the Hollywood hills and now, now I was supposed to be picking up one of her best friends if the tabloids were to be believed. Looking over the name provided, I grabbed the necessary paperwork for her to come with me and made my way out of the limo to wait by the back door.
The sort of thing this job normally required was a strong arm to keep the press back and fast movements to get the door open for the VIP to get into and then close the door behind them before they get any chance to snap any photos of the person in question. I had never really driven someone like Taylor Swift before though and going by the gathering scrum of the media outside of the front of the airport, I could only imagine that she must be getting her soon. So, I quickly double checked the door, opening it up and then flicking a switch so that the door would lock once the door was closed and only unlock when I hit the necessary switch on the inside of the cabin. Checking it over one more time as the press started to call out towards Taylor, I quickly moved back to open the door for her as I saw her make her way towards the car.
She had her long golden hair loose and draped over her shoulders as it rested over the shoulders of her navy blue jacket that matched with her skirt. She had on underneath the jacket a peach coloured button up shirt along with a pair of heels and a big shoulder bag combined with a roller suitcase that her assistant was following her with. I quickly opened the back door and Taylor almost dived into the car. As soon as she reached the inside of the limo, I closed the door behind it and it closed with an audible clicking sound. Looking over to the assistant, she offered me a warm smile before passing me the suitcase.
"I've already briefed Miss Swift. She wants to head straight home, that should have been already passed on to you from your company?" I confirmed with a nod of my head before she continued. "Don't worry about getting her there quickly, this tour has taken it out of her so she only wants to get there safely. She tends to prefer the freeways though, no scenic routes you understand?" Another nod and again she continued. "I think that's it though. Get that in the trunk and you can head on out of here. I want to go hug my cat." She admitted with a soft laugh before offering the inside of the limo a quick nod before leaving me alone. Walking to the back of the limo, I pressed down on the emergency release and the small compartment popped open with a soft hiss and slowly, it was revealed to me.
Lifting the roller case up off of the ground, I placed it down in the middle of the compartment and then closed it in front of me. Checking the trunk, I nodded my head and made my way back around the front of the limo and then slipped into the driver's side. Hitting the ignition, I pulled the limo out from the front of the airport and pulled into the traffic of Los Angeles. The vast array of cars were starting to get bad and fill the roads but with a bit of luck, we were ahead of the traffic, if there was ever such a thing, and I would have Taylor home before she knew it.
Stealing a glance up into the rearview, I had a chance to fully inspect the limo she had. I had seen one before but for someone like Taylor Swift it needed to be worlds ahead of the usual limos our company rented out for teenage proms. The limo had a three piece set of furniture the back seat, where Taylor was now seated, was a plush royal blue shade which matched with the rest of it. There was a long couch that ran along the left hand side of the limo and directly opposite it was a small mini bar which could normally be stocked with all sorts of beer or spirits but at Taylor's management's request, it was filled with bottles of water. The limo had one final piece of a couch that was seated directly behind the driver's part of the limo. All in all, it was a very fancy car and it was the sort of thing that suited someone of Taylor Swift's fame.
Looking back to the road, I watched as the traffic started to get really bad in the side mirrors that hung off of the side of the car and a small smile moved over my face as we settled in at the front of the line. As we were waiting, the small plate of glass that separated me and the star in the backseat came down and I could see Taylor sitting on the couch that was closest to me.
"Hi!" She offered with a smile, looking at me in the rearview before looking down to the hanging ID tag off of the mirror. "Nick. How's it going?"