On the Road

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Codes: MF, MMF, Cons, Oral, Anal, Facial, Threesome, Anal Creampie

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Taylor Swift sat back in disbelief, looking over the desk to her agent who had an apologetic look on his face as he explained to her just what her own private company had found out. Taylor had arranged her own warm up acts from among her group of friends so she could not only help her friends get more exposure but also so that she could go on tour and spend all the time with her friends as well. Everything had been going perfectly until one tabloid comment too many had gotten to her friend and now, the blonde headed mega star was left with one act down.

"But Taylor, please don't worry."

"Don't worry!? We're supposed to be going out onto the world map with millions of dollars in merchandise, lighting and whatever the fuck else you people put on those airplanes and it's all being throw away!" Taylor exploded, resisting the urge to slap her hands down on the desk but still sitting back and fuming as she looked over at the older man.

"Taylor, please," The man stopped himself from asking her to calm down, his age was enough to let him know that was stupid. "This is the sort of thing we can rearrange easily. You could make one of the acts stay on stage for a couple of extra songs or you could just play a longer set of songs between the final act and you coming on. Do you understand?"

The words settled in Taylor's ears and she bit down on her bottom lip, her teeth threatening to scratch away the ruby red lipstick she had chosen to wear today. Her smoky eyeliner accentuated her stormy blue-grey eyes and as she thought on what the man had said, Taylor sighed and nodded her head. Bringing her right hand up, she threaded her fingers through her long blonde hair and she found her voice again.

"Okay... Okay. You're right."

"That's sort of my thing Taylor." The man said with a smile, prompting a smile from Taylor as well. "But, there's nothing to say she can't come out and join you if she wants to go to rehab or even if she just wants some time off to let her name drop from the tabloid hit list."

"Yeah... Yeah, that makes sense. We could even just let her rest too. Not mention it to her until we come back to the Americas right?"

"Right! That's a good idea too." The man complimented her thought patterns. "So, other than that... We're right on track for you to head off in the next week. You'll fly out from La Guardia and be in Europe for the next couple of months, taking a bus through mainland Europe and then one final flight to England and Ireland before coming home just in time for the holidays and the new year."

Taylor sighed softly before nodding her head.

"That makes sense."

"Okay, did you want to go over anything else?"

"No... No. I think I'm good."

"Okay, thanks Taylor. Like I said, it's sort of my thing to make sense so please don't worry about this. We can get it sorted out for you, you just focus on putting on a crazy good show for those Europeans right?"

Taylor smiled and rolled her eyes before pushing her chair back and slipping up out of the chair. Standing, the two shared a brief hug before she turned and made her way out of the office and down towards where her parked limo was. Her eyes scanned the inside of the parking building and saw her driver standing by the front of the jet black car, a vape pen in his mouth and he was seemingly texting on his phone. Puffing out the smoke, he looked up from his phone and saw Taylor making her way over to where he was. Quickly standing upright and stuffing the vape pen in his jacket's pocket, the man rushed over to the back of the car and pulled the door open. Taylor smiled to him and pulled her handbag up to the elbow joint of her arm as she thanked him and slipped into the backseat of the limousine. Settling into the car and plugging her seat belt in, Taylor looked up towards the front of the car where the driver was quickly filled in. His own eyes moved up to meet Taylor's and he asked his question.

"Where to Miss Swift?"

"Home, thank you Dax." Taylor smiled, using the nickname she had heard his friends use on him almost as punishment for him referring to her as Miss Swift.

"Very good Miss- Taylor."

That made the 22 singer giggle to herself, pushing herself into the backseat of the limo as she let her head fall backwards slightly. Her mind started to wander as she thought about the tour and what was coming up. Closing her eyes slightly, Taylor opened them again as she looked up towards the rear view mirror and over to the eyes of her driver who was now looking at the road. She always got this excitable before she went on tour and now, she found herself with no real way to escape. Of course, the plane ride to Europe would have given her plenty of time to unwind and destress herself before she would have to get ready to go and perform but now, those options were starting to really dwindle.

So, now what could she do? Just go home, play with her cats and then go to bed with one of her toys? Call up one of the escort numbers she had in her phone? She could just use her phone and read one of those smutty stories people wrote about her and her friends. She still really could hold a southern soiree and no one would be the wiser. Chewing down on her bottom lip again, a nervous move she would often make, Taylor let out a breath of air and closed her eyes before she reached into her bag and plucked her cellphone out to her hands. Unlocking the phone and looking down at the screen, Taylor's right thumb hovered over the screen before she ignored all the apps and went down to the large 'Chrome' button on the bottom bar to bring up her phone's web browser. As her eyes scrolled over the main headlines, Taylor found her eyes settling on the entertainment section. There were a couple of handsome, younger guys who were standing together with a pop art style image over them to make their faces really stand out.

It was doing the trick for Taylor admittedly.

Sitting up and clicking on the link, Taylor read over the news article. A pair of New York City Youtubers were now sitting down with one of the many record companies to record their debut album. They were famous for starting off as a comedy double act but eventually moving into a more serious musical act, one of the duo, Cliff, would play the guitar and sing back-up vocals while the other guy, Jeff, would take the lead vocals. They were sitting at a more than comfortable thirty million subscribers, about six million less than her official channel, and they frequently got comments and people screaming for them to be more famous. Her thumb came up and brushed against her lips before she thought it over.

She could invite these guys on tour with her. Her team wouldn't have to worry about fixing it up and she would have a couple of guys at her disposal as well. That sounded like a good excuse for her to find a way to get her itch scratched and also fill out her tour card. As the limo came to a stop inside typical New York traffic, Taylor's mind came to a decision and she closed out the web browser and brought up her phone's contact list. Scrolling through until she found the name she wanted, Taylor pressed her thumb down and brought her phone up to her ear. The phone rang for a few moments before the woman on the other side of the line picked up.

"Taylor?"

"Nancy! Hi! Listen, I know you guys are putting the tour together and everything but I wanted to see if you could pull some strings?"

The line was briefly quiet before Nancy spoke again.

"Uh, sure? What do you need?"

"I've been reading about these guys online, The Four F's?" Taylor asked, her eyes flicking to the outside of the car before back to the inside of the car.

"Oh yeah! I love those guys!" Nancy, the woman who Taylor's people generally got in touch with when the blonde mega star was ready to record a new album said.

"Awesome! Did you know they're recording their album in New York?"

"Are they? Oh... Oh. I get what you're saying. You want me to find out where?"

"Could you?"

Nancy laughed down the line.

"Of course I can! Give me ten minutes and I'll ring around my contacts. Someone will know where they're recording."

Taylor nodded her head. "Okay, I'll speak to you soon then." Taylor said, the two said their goodbyes and Taylor hung the phone up. Tossing the phone back into her purse, the blonde sat back in the car and she felt a rush of relief threaten to break over her. Was she still as horny as before the phone call? Yeah, she probably was as well but the stress was definitely coming to a near stop. Crossing her legs in the back of the car, Taylor pressed her thighs together as various lewd, dirty thoughts started to dance through her mind. Her mind was wandering and as she was ready to really think about getting between The Four F's and having them ravage her body, Taylor's phone rang again.

"Taylor?" Nancy spoke up into the phone's receiver, speaking towards the blonde woman.

"Nancy, hi!" Taylor greeted.

"So, I found out where they're recording. Not too difficult in New York like you suggested." Nancy said, agreeing with what Taylor had said. "They've checked into the Midtown main studio, you know Phoenix Feathers recording?"

"I know the place, yeah."

"They're there. It was the place you went to work on 1989 when you first moved to New York. Shouldn't be the end of the world for you to find right?"

"Not at all, I'll head over there now. Thanks Nancy!" Taylor said, hanging the phone up without really giving the member of her management time to dwell on it. Tossing her phone to the seat, her eyes floated up to the rear view and she spoke out. "Can we head to midtown please Dax?" She asked, calling up to her driver. The two made eye contact before she nodded her head. "Yeah, the studio."

"Of course Taylor. Let me take you there now." The driver said, changing lanes and taking Taylor towards the deeper, more busy part of one of the more full cities in all of America. Looking out into the city, Taylor grabbed her phone again and quickly fired off a text back to her manager who had previously let her know that her friend had needed to drop out of the support act.

'Found a replacement act, will get them to send over the necessary information.' Was all the blonde needed to send, her eyes scanning the text over once more before hitting the send button. Ignoring the fact that she was getting messages back just as quickly as she had sent it, Taylor grabbed the small makeup mirror she had brought with her and inspected her reflection. Clad in a tight white t-shirt with a black pea coat on over it and some black skinny jeans to go with the pea coat, Taylor knew she wasn't exactly in prime seducing clothing but she figured she was good enough as she was. She knew she looked good, there was enough people that would spam her instagram with lewd comments about what they were going to do to those pictures that she could feel comfortable with it.

Despite having to deal with the traffic, the trip was actually pretty short and soon enough, the limo had come to a stop outside of the building. Looking out of the window and up towards the top of the building, Taylor ignored Dax's comment that he was coming out to open her door for her instead, she simply let him know that she would get in touch with him when she was done. Opening the door and walking straight across the sidewalk to the large recording studio in the middle of New York, Taylor stepped inside of the recording studio. As she crossed the threshold inside the base of the building, she had almost directly snapped out of her horny haze and she was back to being the HBIC a lot of her fans, and people on her payroll, considered her to be. The building had been a hotel but it had been changed to a set of office blocks before someone had the idea to merge it into being a set of musical rooms and various other things you could possibly require to make a record in New York City.

Walking up to the main desk, Taylor put a warm smile on her face to encourage the guy behind the desk to give up the information as to where The Four F's were recording. The information was easy enough for someone like her though, she could easily say she was fronting the money up and she just wanted to check in or she was just wanting to meet the guys or something along those lines and it would be enough for the person behind the desk to believe her. Now, with a key card in her hand to the recording studio and the floor that they were recording on, Taylor walked into the lift and pressed the button for the floor. Closing her eyes and doing her best to ignore the arousal that was starting to creep into her mind again, Taylor tried to focus herself on getting a new act for her to go on tour with.

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"Yeah it sounds good if you want our tracks to sound like a Playstation game! Seriously, you might as well just throw some bad Japanese to English translations on it and I can see it being on one of those stupid black discs!" Jeff argued as Cliff turned around in the chair from the mixing desk to look at his friend. The room was actually quite small and while the two were enjoying a comfortable level of fame, they weren't Billie Eilish or someone who would be deserving of one of the bigger studios so they were sitting quite close to each other with, naturally, a Mac computer recording their new album on it.

Cliff let out a bored sigh, sick of arguing with his friend before rolling the sleeve of his dark blue henley top up to look at his wristwatch to see just how long they had been inside the recording studio. He knew what they had to work on was important but with them both arguing with each other on how the songs should sound was starting to really grind on his nerves. Looking up towards the vocal shield, Cliff was torn between just moving on to the next song or working on the one they were currently arguing about. Spinning around in the office chair he was sitting in, the older of the two men pulled his Mac back onto his lap and started to tap away at the computer's keyboard before sighing again and dragging one of the large blue bars, the one with the musical keyboard being more prominent, onto the current track arrangement.

"So how about this then?" Cliff said, looking over his shoulder to his friend, and band mate to see what he thought of the new one. "It's the first cut I arranged but I wasn't sure on."

Cliff got it set up and then hit the play button, almost wincing as he half expected Jeff to dislike it as soon as the track started. The song began and slowly it started to come to life only with the subtle keyboard sounds filling in the track and putting it to life with more of a big bang arrangement. Leaning back and pushing the small headphone into his ear so he could fully hear the song, he turned to look at Jeff who had his eyes closed and was leaning backwards so he could hear the song completely by himself without any real distractions. Not even thirty seconds had passed before he pulled the headphone out of his ear and shook his head.

"We can't tell like this. Unplug the headphones and restart the track."

Cliff nodded his head silently and unplugged the headphones from the joint socket and dragged the tracking cursor right back to the start of the song. Hitting the play button again with the cursor, Cliff sat back and relaxed in the chair as the song started to fill the inside of the small room. His chair spun slightly to the right so he could fully observe just what was running through Jeff's mind as he sat there on the cheap olive green futon provided by the studio and they both listened to the song.

The studio, while small, was actually pretty decent. It was about the size of a small office, there was a small mixing desk with amplifiers in one corner and the 'vocal' area being in the other corner where a microphone was left standing with a half cover wrapping around it with a set of thick black padding in to ensure that no outside sound could get in and taint the track. The floor of the studio was a mix of linoleum and a dark scratchy carpet which held where the seating areas was. There wasn't much in terms of seating though, the futon and the office chair that Cliff was sitting on was pretty much all they had and all they needed too. Sometimes, they would have an extra set of ears in the room leading the recording process. But, for most of what they were working on was without any sort of guidance due to them having to put the money up to use the studios and relying on Kickstarter money.

While the two men had their backs to the entrance of the studio, neither of them could even tell that they were joined by one more set of ears. Taylor walked inside the room but stopped a little before actually walking in towards the pair of men. Looking at them, Taylor could feel herself almost falling back into that horny haze she had been dealing with. Her eyes looked over Cliff and then Jeff and seeing them focusing so hard on their music was enough for Taylor to feel like her heart was racing. While her heart was pounding, Taylor unbuckled her coat's belt and loosed it so she could strip down to just her tight shirt. She placed her coat on one of the free hooks that were on the wall next to the door and waited for a good moment to introduce herself. As she waited, she caught the sounds of the song they were working on. It came to a stop and as she stepped forward to talk, she was interrupted by either Cliff or Jeff.

She couldn't tell who was who at this point.

"I don't know... I don't think it works." The one on the couch said with a sigh. The one in the chair nodded his head, exhaling as well.

"Yeah, it doesn't."

"I think it sounds great!" Taylor said, walking forward to both scare the hell out of the men but also to let them know she was there. Both of the guys did almost jump out of their skin at the sight of her being there as they turned to face her. "Hi guys." She said with a smile, waving softly. Walking a little further so she was now fully in the room with the two men, Taylor crossed her arms softly under her breasts, pushing them upwards almost subconsciously as she looked to both the guys.

"You think it sounds good?" Guy on the futon asked as the guy in the chair pushed it backwards and stood up to greet her.

"Uh, I'm Cliff, this is Jeff?" Cliff said, pointing to himself and the guy on the futon.

"Dude, Taylor Swift just complimented our work and that's what you go with?"

"I don't know man, this isn't exactly normal!" Cliff said, arguing with Jeff as the two turned to face each other. "Wait, how did you even get up here? Isn't it locked?" Cliff said, turning back to face Taylor who simply smiled. Lifting the hem of her shirt up to show the waist of her pants and also the key card to the studio that she had tucked into her jeans.

"I don't know if you've heard but I'm pretty famous." Taylor said with a wicked smile on her face.

"Uh, okay..." Jeff started, standing up to join the other two people inside the studio. "So, I'm guessing you aren't here just to compliment our work. What can we do for you?" Jeff asked, the reason for her being there coming up for the trio to discuss.

"Well, I don't know if you read the tabloids but one of my support acts on my next tour has had to pull out and go into rehab. That last part, is of course if you believe the tabloids." Taylor said with a smirk, sticking her tongue out and pushing her finger towards her open mouth to simulate being sick. "I know you guys are huge on YouTube so I wanted to invite you on tour with me." She said with a smile, her eyes moving from side to side to look at both of the men who were in turn looking at each other.