Taylor Swift walked right along the stadium's hall with a strut in her step, dressed in a revealing, sparkling leotard and knee-high boots. Face full of make-up and body full of glitter. She had just canceled one of her concerts to be here, and still looked the part. She got the news from her hired private eye, and took an express flight to Kansas City. She had her lip pricked, her eyes set ahead of her, brimming with determination and fire. The starlet looked absolutely pissed. A team of muscular bodyguards walked on all sides of her, accompanying her to the home team's locker room. Her lovely bust and butt both bounced with every step she took in her long-striding march. By the look of things, the Chiefs had just finished playing.
The game was over, but Taylor's performance was just beginning. A devious smiled curled up her lips when she thought to the details of her evil plan. Every man on the Chiefs other than Travis was a out to be a very lucky man.
She forced a set double doors open and walked straight into the team locker room, where professional, muscular male athletes were showering and changing. None dared to stand in her way with that army of hers all around her. She marched right up to her so called "boyfriend" who was standing in nothing but his underwear. When he laid eyes on Taylor, at first he looked happy to see her. That changed when he saw the vicious look in her beautiful eyes.
"Uh-oh," he gulped.
Taylor brought her knee up and slammed it hard into his groin. Too bad for Travis, he had just taken his cup off. He groaned in terrible pain and doubled over while the rest of the team watched in shock. Taylor stood over the downed man with a stare of vengeance and spite.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Cheating on me? And with that slut?"
"Wait, baby, let me explain!" Travis coughed, knowing he had been caught.
"Don't bother. We're done, Travis. It's over!" she spun around to face her muscular bodyguard. "Teach him a lesson, boys!"
"Yes, ma'am," they said, and immediately started kicking the crap out of the poor man while he lay hunched over on the ground.
Taylor watched the beat down for a few seconds with a vindicated grin on her face before turning to the rest of the confused football team, holding up her phone.
"I have pictures here that show Travis fucking that dumb whore, Ariana!"
The team took a collective, shocked gasp as the four large men continued beating the hell out of their quarterback.
"That's right, Travis has been a bad boy. So, I think it's only fair that I get to be a bad girl in return,: she said with a mischievous smirk, then snapped her finger.
Her thugs stopped beating on poor Travis, and instead lifted him by his arms so he was on his knees, damn near unconscious. Taylor bent over to look him in the eye, giving everyone behind her a great view of her round ass in her tight leotard, and everyone in front of her a view down her shirt into her wonderful cleavage. She stuck out her hand and clutched Travis's chin, squeezing his bruised and battered face.
"You still awake, baby? Good, cause I want you to see this. You are going to watch every single second."
She then released her grip and slapped him across the face, then spun back around, now wearing a broad, ear to ear smile. "Well, boys, Travis's loss is your gain. Have you ever looked at him with me on his arm and thought 'That lucky bastard. I wish I could get a piece of Taylor's sweet, sexy ass?"'
The men all exchanged glances, murmuring in general agreement. Some were louder with their opinions. Taylor frowned and pouted, placing both hands on her curvy hips and cocking her body to one side, striking a sultry pose.
"Come on, turn up the volume, boys! How many you have dreamed about fucking me like a little whore? Let me hear your voices!" She cried out, raising both hands out into the air.
Taylor had pumped the team up like a professional cheerleader. They let out a wild roar of approval, throwing their loyalties to their girlfriends and wives for a chance to get their cocks inside the slutty starlet's snug cunt. Taylor gave them all a lewd grin, licking her glossy lips in anticipation and clapping her hands together.
"Alright! That's what I like to hear! Today's your lucky day, boys! I'm about to make all your fantasies come true!" with that, Taylor placed both her hands at either side of leotard's shoulder straps and pulled it apart.
The team learned and cheered when her perfect, perky tits popped out to greet them, immediately drooling over her pretty pink nipples. Taylor bunched the garment down at her waist and pushed the rest of it down her legs to reveal her neatly trimmed blonde bush and tight vaginal lips. The horny little slut had been wearing absolutely nothing underneath. She kicked the skimpy piece of clothing off and let it fly across the room, now standing totally naked except for her sparkly knee high boots, which she planned on leaving on the whole time.
The football players were left stunned by Taylor's brazen display, all while poor Travis was forced to watch his now former girlfriend act like a shameless college hussy. She places both hands on her now totally bare hips, locking eyes with the quarterback, Patrick Mahomes. She approached him with a sexy saunter, swaying her hips back and forth the whole way. She came to the half naked man and planted her red-painted lips on his, drawing him into a very sloppy French-kiss. Taylor rolled her hips wildly as she stuck her tongue down Patrick's throat, moaning wantonly as she let him feel her up. Travis cringed and tried to close his eyes, but the burly men peeled them open and made him watch.
