My job with Selena had finished when her tour finished, but her words about Taylor Swift calling me stayed with me.
As the case may be, and as it was with the next unexpected phone call I received for my services.
And while it is true that I was quickly learning that nothing should surprise me, I was still nonetheless taken aback by the call I received on my phone not too long after hooking up with Selena.
But you can't really blame me, since there isn't a red-blooded male alive who wouldn't have the same reaction if they heard Taylor Swift's voice on the other end of the line.
"Is this really Taylor Swift?" I asked into the phone after rushing to pick it up, still not quite sure it was her until she started to giggle and confirmed it for me.
"Yes, believe me Mr. Dylan, it's really me, I heard about you from Selena," she told me before going on to explain that while she lived in New York now, she still gets out to LA for parties and galas every now and then and was calling me so she could have an escort for the night.
"I'm flattered you have asked for my services Ms. Swift" I told her.
"Don't be so modest, Selena told me you are a good person for the job," she told me as she gave me instructions for when and where to meet her.
But I somehow managed to finish the conversation and got ready to meet her without giving away my excitement.
When the night of the party arrived, I picked Taylor up in a limo as she had promised and gave me her sexiest smile as I looked her over in the tight, sparkling silver dress she was wearing, which also happened to show off so much of her amazing long legs that it probably should've been illegal.
"Looking hot tonight Dylan," Taylor purred, clawing me like a cat as I climbed in next to her, already clutching me by the arm.
"Not nearly as hot as you do Ma'am," I said.
"AH-AH, it's Taylor" she said.
Her hand already resting on my leg and sliding closer and closer to crotch.
By the time the limo arrived at the party, Taylor had taken down her top and was sitting on my lap as I made out with Taylor, and her tits. She started to moan loudly when the limo stopped.
"MMM...not here...we'll fuck inside...I'll give you a sign when I'm ready for you..." Taylor whispered to me as she threw her clothes back on and rushed off inside the five-star hotel that was hosting this event, lust still filling both of our eyes.
As soon as we arrived at the party, I could tell this would be a night I wouldn't soon forget, since Taylor was downing glass after glass of wine while she flittered around the party and introduced me to everyone.
But after about a half hour of that, I knew she had something else on her mind, especially when she grabbed me and started pulling me towards an elevator with a room key in her hand.
