I had only been out on two calls, but it seemed I already had the life that males in this town, any town really, usually could only dream of.
Because of the fact that Anna Kendrick and Emma Stone are currently two of the biggest names in Hollywood, it didn't surprise me to hear rumors that every hot female celebrity in this town was now starting to fight for a piece of me, since neither of them had exactly been shy about sharing their experience with me to their friends.
And even some that don't have a permanent residence, 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 Emma.
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.
"Taylor? Is it really you?" 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 John, it's really me, I heard about you from Emma," 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 called me Taylor, but the word on the street is that you enjoy playing for the other team now," I told her, wanting to know for myself if those rumors were true before I was stuck with her for a night with no promise of anything sexual in return.
"Don't believe everything you read John," she told me as she gave me instructions for when and where to meet her, "I only "play for the other team" right now because I haven't been able to find any good dick lately. And that's why I gave you a call, baby."
Hearing Taylor tell me that she was in no uncertain terms basically using me for a booty call made my dick stand straight up, 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, Taylor picked me 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 John," 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 hot as you do Taylor," I whispered, my hand already resting on her leg and sliding closer and closer to her pussy.
By the time the limo arrived at the party, both of us were naked as I made out with Taylor, who had her legs hooked into my back as I ran my dick along her pussy lips, just about to slide into her and start fucking her 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 we threw our 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.
