All of the following is complete and total fiction. not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
All Harlot's Eve: The Cat's Meow
Starring Taylor Swift
(MMMMF, Blowbang)
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Nothing was going to stop Halloween if Taylor Swift had anything to say about it. She loved Halloween. The overall mood of the year and all the accoutrements that came with it were not going to die on her watch and especially within her own home. The costumes, the candy, the tricks and treats and it was all going to be in her own annual party.
Of course this year it was going to be scaled back. That was just the reality of the current situation. But the spirit wouldn't die. She still went all out. Baking cute, spooky little Halloween cookies, homemade candy apples, decorations somewhere between Halloween Town and Hellraiser. Her home looked exactly as she wanted. As did her costume.
Taylor's initial idea was one many would consider cliché. Even she did when it first popped in her mind. When she initially thought of it she tried to think of anything else, but that initial thought of Catwoman would not leave her mind. She kept trying to tell herself how cheesy the idea was. She was in that age range where everyone she knew, at least once, had dressed up as the fictional four-color femme fatale. It was usually always the same look too, the ne made famous by Michelle Pfeifer. Joining that club wasn't something Taylor wanted, at least not in the traditional way.
So then the idea hit her. Who says it had to be THAT version of Catwoman? After all, the character wasn't strictly confined to celluloid. With that in mind Taylor did a quick google search and happened upon the perfect version. The costume was both sexy and classy. It was a lilac colored gown with two leg slits. It also had a green cape, but it was sewn into the low cut neck of the dress.
The boots of course really made her smile, just from the variety. Some of the artists she found who drew the costume gave her ankle-high heeled boots. Others gave her knee highs. And still more added thigh highs to the ensemble. IN Tay's eyes there was no wrong answer. She had many pairs of each kind of boot. For this though, she decided for the ankle length. They just seemed sexier for this. A little bit of spice to go along with the choker the costume demanded.
Then of course there was the hair. Taylor loved her blonde locks, but couldn't deny from the videos where she'd gone darker there was something very, very nice about it. She wouldn't dye her hair, but she would use a wonderful wig.
Of course, it was the cowl that was going to be the really fun part. It wasn't going to be hard to get a perfect one either, not for Taylor at least. She'd had her face molded for a music video shoot before. Using that as a basis, getting the cowl made to not only fit but fit comfortably came with relative ease.
She had settled on this costume design in July and had the whole outfit done by August. She couldn't wait to try it on so by the time October had rolled around, she knew she looked good and knew just how to put it all together with just the right shade of lavender lipstick and found black polish nails just fit the entire gothic mood of a Gotham City Cat.
By the time the day of her private party came around she could barely contain herself. It'd been far too long since she'd seen so many of her friends in person. Of course some couldn't make it. Selena Gomez did not want to travel that far during the pandemic for the safety of the people, like her grandparents, she was quarantining with. Still others, like Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds, were able to come.
Of course getting in was a stringent affair in itself. Clean tests and a more intense quarantine than any hospital would recommend. Taylor had people she wanted to protect too. The flipside of it was she was providing private jets for anyone too far away to make it by driving themselves.
From the beginning of October she was counting down the days. The sheer luck of Halloween falling on a Saturday this year was unbelievable. Of course it was tempered by the fact it was during a damn pandemic which put a hamper on everything. Still, it was something to look forward to, and when the day arrived to say Taylor was ready would be an understatement.
Her home was just as ready. Spooky stencils of ghosts and bats were stuck on the walls along side cotton cobwebs. Animatronic trick or treat candy holders held some of Taylor's homemade treats; zombies, vampires and Jason Voorhees himself held cookies and homemade candies.
The bar was stocked too. A punchbowl filled with a lovely tropical rum punch, chilled champagne and Taylor's favorite, nicely aged bourbon among other wonderful, inebriating treats.
Taylor made sure everything was perfect, from decorations to her own costume. One last look in the mirror, The gown fit like a charm and the boots were to die for, stopping just where her calves began. The way the slits on the gown showed off her bare thighs. Her breasts looking absolutely delicious pressed against the lowcut of the gown, the attached green cap almost making it look like her ladies were tucked in bed.
The wig also looked amazing, almost like the real thing. For her lips however, she decided on black over the lavender. It seemed to fit everything a lot more. The last piece to put in place was the cowl. Perfect fit. It was all ready.
Shortly after that last check the doorbell rang. It was game time. And after that first arrival it didn't take long for the rest of the guest list to arrive. Halloween at last! With a big green she greeted all the guests, making them feel at home with a big friendly hug for everyone.
Soon the party was at its peak in record time. Even Taylor was a bit taken aback. She knew she was a good host but this was something else. Being locked up for so long had made people stir crazy. That included herself.
At the party in addition to the usual suspects Taylor always liked to bring members of her tour crew to parties as a way to thank them. And since there was no tours to be had this year, she made extra sure to add a few more to that list. And also include the usual VIP among them from one to four.
The VIPs were people she felt deserved a bit more of a personal touch. Usually she saved such things for Christmas, but this year she doubted any kind of Christmas party would be in her future. So Halloween it was, and she selected four very loyal and very hardworking gentlemen as her VIP recipients.
First up was Norman Williams. He was her guitar tech and even customized a few for her on the side. Her own private collection. He was skilled with his hands and always greeted her with a friendly smile. He had a warmth about him and all of those positive attributes were about to get him a Halloween treat he wasn't going to forget. Plus she just really liked the name Norman. The fact he was dressed as Indiana Jones,, scruffy five o'clock shadow and all just made it that much sweeter.
The next VIP was Andre Talbot, a tall glass of hot chocolate. He headed up the audio/visual aspect of her shows. Not so much the design, but making sure those designs worked. He refined them and made sure everything came off with flawless timing. He was dressed dashingly as a very Johnny Depp inspired pirate. Not exactly Captain Jack as Andre's take on it was also a pirate who was a big fan of bathing. Clean yet rugged.
Lucky number three was Victor Thompson. He was a major player on the tour side of things. He seemed to cover a lot. Making sure the right amount of the right merch arrived at every venue, making sure her tour rider was followed to the T and every member of the crew got what they needed to get their job done and get it done safely. Taylor couldn't quite put her finger on what he was, though with a tuxedo and a martini in his hand the only thing she could piece together was James Bond.
Last but by no means least was Frank Denborough. He did it all but his main role was tour security. That required a different touch than the usual kind Taylor required. A unique eye for detail in crowds as large as the ones Taylor drew. It was a unique talent and she was glad to have him on board. Of everyone there, that salt-and-pepper haired mountain of a man. Taylor really loved that he didn't even dye away that hair for his Terminator costume. It definitely flipped her switches. It also helped that he was the only one of the three to compliment her costume and mean it. Sure, there was flirtation there, and he was honest about it. How sexy and beautiful she already was, and how the dress just helped it. Taylor was like any woman, anyone really. She loved compliments. And when they came from the heart, or in this case Frank's heart and groin working in unison, she knew he had to get a special treat.
The four lucky gents had no real idea what they were in for. All they knew was in addition to their personally hand-sealed and signed invitations, they each got a playing card in the invite card. It was the King of Hearts for each of them. And on those cards, written in black marker as opposed to the elegant well pen ink of the invites was a time; 10:45.
That puzzled all four, as the party, while starting early, at 3:00, it was also listed on the invite as ending early at ten. It wasn't like any of them could check with each other as to what this meant. After all, they didn't know anyone else had been given that extra little tidbit.
The four men enjoyed the party, but kept stealing glances from Taylor, and she felt every single one of them. While Taylor had selected her costume to get those looks, from her four VIPs, it was a special thrill that rivaled anything in her wildest dreams. There was just something about being desired that gave her all the right feelings in all the right places.
Still, when she talked to the men, she didn't really leave any hints, not referencing the special playing cards they got. She spoke to them like they were anyone else at the party. When they were in groups at least. Taylor was able to speak with each of them, telling them the time no their card was when their party started. It was most of the necessary info. She left out that three other gentlemen were also invited. Still a private party, but not that private. She liked surprises, even more on the faces of others.
With this knowledge, the hours in the party seemed more like entire eras. They didn't know exactly what Taylor had in store for them. That desire in their eyes gave Taylor a thrill whenever she spoke to them that night. It was just gorgeous.
Soon enough though the party goers did begin to filter out, all with smiles on their faces which made Taylor feel elated. The lucky men who stayed behind started to figure out what Taylor's game was as more and more people left and just who was staying behind until it was down to just Norman, Andre, Victor and Frank. They all told the guests who were leaving that they were staying behind to help Taylor clean-up, which was what Taylor instructed them to do. Though now that it was the four of them plus their gracious host, it was very obvious that thing were far more likely to get dirty rather than clean.
