Lush Life

August 2018, Los Angeles, California.

After the events of my last Taylor Swift tale, she was adamant that I come over for dinner. She'd sent me multiple texts. She was so excited I could sense it through the screen. It was at her L.A home and I'd assumed, at least from the way she described it, that it'd be one on one.

When I arrived at her home, I realized something. Nobody would ever tell me I live too far from society if they knew where Taylor lived. Her house, which was basically a castle just missing a few guardsmen, was surrounded by miles of forest and a very specific winding path.

I understood it. I also wished I had the money to buy a place this far out. When I knocked at the massive doors, Taylor greeted me, her smile wrapped in a gentle warmth.

"Jason! I'm so glad you could make it!" Taylor beamed, wrapping me up in a hug. She wore a pale, slightly oversized off-white sweater that clung just enough to remind me of her svelte form underneath. Her hug lingered, giving me a whiff of her lotion.

The massive hallway leading to the main room smelled like garlic, wine, and a hint of shampoo. Some indie playlist hummed from a couple of speakers as I walked through.

"You listen to other people's music?" I asked.

"Yes. What, don't you get inspiration from other film guys?" Taylor asked, walking backwards with a smile.

"I just figured you'd try to avoid the competition." I said.

"Competition... oookaay..." Taylor laughed as we made it to the dining room. In it sat a massive table with six chairs and a ridiculously large couch sitting across the room. That's when it hit me. I knew this was more than a one-on-one dinner when I saw two wine glasses sitting on the table.

"Wine?" Taylor asked. I nodded and she poured. Then the girls started to pile in.

Hailee Steinfeld came first. She wore a tiny black crop top and a denim skirt. She beamed when she saw me.

"Hey big guy!" She laughed, arms wide. She held me tight and I gave her a little kiss on the top of her head.

"You didn't tell me he was coming!" Hailee said to Taylor.

"I didn't think I had to." Taylor smirked.

"Hey. Not complaining, Tay. Just... pleasantly surprised." Hailee grinned between us.

Then Sophie Turner arrived, that fiery red hair entering the room before she did, followed by her piercing blues. I knew about her. Everyone did. I always cursed myself for not taking Game of Thrones. One episode at least. Taylor hugged her like a sister. Hailee hugged her like she was competition.

In a way, Sophie was despite just being dressed up in a plain white shirt and jeans. She still oozed a natural sexiness that made me quite excited to meet her.

"This is Jason." Taylor said while handing her a glass.

"Ohhh, Hello..." Sophie smirked, her hand resting on my arms. She was already sipping.

Cara walked in like she always did. Cool, calm, and untouchable. Her hair was flat-ironed straight down to her shoulders. A black tank top, jeans, and a brown bomber jacket covered her.

"Hey," Cara nodded and gave me a side hug.

"Hey," I nodded back, squeezing her tight. She gave me a long look with those almost scary eyes of hers.

"It's nice to see you." Cara smiled lightly.

We sat. We ate. The food was good. The conversation light. The laughs were real, but the undercurrent was already there. A little too many glances. A little too much brushing of hands when someone passed the bread. Then there was a sudden knock at the door. Taylor practically skipped over to answer it.

I knew who it was before I even saw her. Anya. Her hair was up in a neat bun. She wore a casual outfit, a light pink sweater with a wide neckline over a white tank top with brown leather pants and black boots.

"Sorry I'm late," She said, brushing past Taylor like this was her house too. Anya's eyes flicked toward me once, no expression, no tension. Like I was just another chair in the room. She didn't sit next to me. Didn't look. For now, that was fine with me.

Dinner felt like a group chat that got out of hand. Everyone talked over each other in waves. Hailee cracking jokes between bites of pasta, Taylor blushing while Sophie made her sing one line of a new song, Cara offering dry commentary that somehow made every compliment land sharper. It wasn't awkward. It was actually kind of fun. Taylor was glowing, telling stories of rehearsals, tour plans, and new projects.

She was in the middle of a story, something about a studio mix-up during a sound check for her last set.

"I told the guy, like, I know my levels, and he looks at me like I just insulted his entire family," Taylor said, tossing her sandy blonde over one shoulder. "If I didn't sing for a living I'd probably throw chairs instead."

Everyone laughed, but mostly from Hailee, who was already drinking her second glass of wine like it was a dare.

"See... that's because you're hot and terrifying. That combo makes people stupid." Hailee grinned.

"Remind me to put that on a shirt." Taylor quipped.

Sophie chimed in next, her eyes one me. "So, Jason. You work in film too, right?"

"Yeah. I'm a producer." I nodded.

"Ooh. Power position."

I gave her a knowing look.

"I meant behind the camera, or desk or whatever. But that too." Sophie smirked. More laughter. Hailee leaned in, her elbow brushing mine.

"He's very directive. Believe me." Hailee joked. "Like, during creative meetings."

The table laughed again. But then Anya, quiet until now, finally spoke.

"Why didn't you invite Ana?" She asked, her voice clear, not a hint of teasing.

There was a subtle shift in the air. Like the question was a vacuum that sucked the gravity out of the entire room. She wasn't looking at me. She was looking at her drink. Hailee paused, mid-laugh. Sophie leaned back a little. Taylor blinked like she was missing something. Only Cara stayed still, turning her glass slowly in her hand, watching me like she already knew how this would end.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My head was filled with excuses. And Anya knew it. She finally looked up, meeting my eyes for half a second.

"She would've liked the food. That's all." Anya said, turning her head back to her plate like nothing happened. I sipped my drink. No one else said a word for a bit. Then Taylor tried to laugh it off, changing the subject. Hailee followed her lead. Sophie didn't. Cara didn't need to. The mood definitely changed now.

It started like nothing. Taylor stood up, glass in hand.

"Okay. No more food talk. Come sit with me. I need a couch to lean on and Jason has broad shoulders." She said it like it was a harmless joke, but her hand was already on my wrist before I had time to deflect. She led me to the couch then curled up beside me, her legs tucked under herself with one arm slung over the back of the couch behind me. I stayed calm, internally telling myself that question wasn't that deep.

Then the others followed. Hailee flopped down next, loud and soft at the same time. She landed like a puppy, shoulder to mine, head dangerously close to Taylor's lap. She smelled like peach lotion and trouble.

"God, my legs are killing me," She whined, stretching across the cushion like she owned it. "This is the sexiest dinner I've ever been to."

"You say that every time there's a man in the room," Cara muttered, dropping into the armchair across us with her wine still in her hand.

"It's him. I mean it this time." Hailee grinned.

Sophie didn't sit right away. She hovered for a second, watching the room. Then she sat near my feet, crossed-legged on the rug, drink in hand, her head tilted up at me.

"You're quieter than I thought you'd be." Sophie said.

"That's a compliment?" I asked.

"Not yet." She replied, sipping slowly.

Anya was last. She didn't hesitate. She just stood, grabbed her glass, and sat on the far edge of the couch. Not next to me or Taylor, just there. Her back was straight. One hand holding her drink as she stared off into space.

Everyone else had settled. The lighting was dimmer now, just the lamp in the corner. The music slowed. Taylor leaned her head against my shoulder. Hailee kept fidgeting beside me, warm and unbothered. Sophie laughed at something Cara said that I didn't quite hear. And Anya just continued to stay still. Perfectly still.

I shifted slightly in my seat. Just enough for Taylor to readjust against me. Her fingers brushed at the back of my neck as she laughed at something Sophie said about producers being 'control freaks.' She wasn't necessarily wrong, but right now I didn't feel in control of anything. The night had gone hazy. Sophie had been inching closer.

"So serious question," Sophie started. "Are all of you just... coincidentally this flirty, or is there history here I should know about?"

"You mean with Jason?" Hailee gasped. Taylor leaned forward.

"I mean I wouldn't really call it history, but... remember that day in New York? The other hole?"

The room erupted in a loud, kind of stunned laughter. Hailee blushed slightly. Sophie looked very intrigued. Cara smiled softly.

"We had a great time. This is technically our first dinner date. Crazy right?"

"Wow. Anal before you even knew his full name." Sophie gasped. Taylor playfully swatted in her direction.

"Shut up! Don't judge! I told him I felt like a slut!" Taylor laughed which caused everyone else to laugh. I let out a chuckle.

Then Anya spoke.

"I'm shocked you're not more of a braggart." I remembered those words from that night in London. It seemed like teasing then, but now it seemed like more of a direct question. I looked at her. Still quiet as everyone else laughed.

Taylor leaned in closer, her wine glass now forgotten somewhere behind us on the floor. Her sweater brushed my arm. She rested her head lightly against my chest like we were a couple. I was tense. Too tense. And painfully hard beneath my jeans. Maybe it was Anya. It definitely was. Then Hailee let her head drop gently into my lap, sighing like she was home.

"Your legs are stupid comfy." She murmured. Sophie, still on the floor, glanced up and reached out. Her hand wrapped around my shin, then slid up to my knee. She rubbed in a small, circular motion into the muscle with her palm. Taylor shifted again, pressing her chest against my side. I could feel the curve of her body fitting around me. Her fingers brushed my collarbone.

"You're quiet." She whispered.

"I'm good." I lied.

Cara, still in the chair, was watching. Her eyes were reading everything. Anya still said nothing, perched in her spot like a gargoyle statue.

Then Cara stood up.

"It's too tight on that couch. Anya? Switch with me." Cara beckoned. Anya looked at her for half a second and then stood. She stepped around the coffee table like a ghost and Cara met her halfway. Then without a word, Cara grabbed Anya by the waist and kissed her. A full, deep kiss like they'd been waiting for it all day.

"Oh boooyyy..." Taylor laughed. Hailee cheered, kicking her heels up behind her. Sophie golf clapped. I just stared. Cara pulled back slowly, her lips slightly pink. Anya blinked, her expression unreadable. Cara smiled and slipped past her, taking her spot on the edge of the couch. Anya stood with her wine in hand just a few feet away from me.

Then Hailee moved, her hand sliding higher. She grinned like a devil in the sunlight.

"Ohhh," She whispered, pressing her cheek against my bulge. "You poor, poor thing..."

Her fingers worked at the button of my jeans. She nudged the fabric aside with slow pressure like she was opening a toy.

"Someone needs to come out and play." Hailee sang. Taylor giggled beside me. Sophie's hand never left my leg. Anya still hadn't sat down. The button popped open. Hailee dragged the zipper down, slow and loud in the thick silence. I was too hard to hide. My cock pushed against my boxers like it was trying to crawl out of me.

"Fuck," Sophie whispered. Taylor giggled, covering her mouth. Hailee pulled the waistband down, leaving my throbbing cock exposed. All three of them stared like it was a trophy. Taylor reached out, but didn't touch.

"I always forget how pretty it is." Taylor huffed.

"Jesus, no wonder you're all so weird about him." Sophie tilted her head.

"I mean... look at it." Hailee laughed. Across from me, Cara stood, her eyes locked onto Anya. Anya was still frozen, completely nonchalant. Cara reached for her hand. Anya gave it to her. Then Cara knelt down, pulling Anya with her. The carpet pressed into her knees as she lowered the other woman, peeling her sweater up and over her head. The tank top came next. No hesitation. No teasing. Anya didn't resist. She raised her arms.

Then the bra came off. Then her pants. Then her underwear. Anya was naked at Cara's side. My cock pulsed at the sight. Cara's mouth pressed to Anya's neck, her tanned hands already roaming over Anya's pale skin.

Hailee gave my cock a slow, admiring stroke. Taylor leaned in and kissed my shoulder. Sophie was still on the floor, her eyes wide as her fingers slowly glided over my base like she was trying to memorize the heat. Anya was looking up at me, silently stewing. I knew she was relishing this.

Hailee had both hands on me now, her fingers wrapping around the base of my cock with gleeful need. Sophie was slower and more curious. She stroked along the underside with her knuckles, watching every twitch and vein as if she was studying it. Taylor pressed against my side, her thigh over mine as she planted a kiss on my jaw. I looked down briefly to see Anya flat on her back with her legs wide open.

Cara was devouring her. It wasn't frantic. It was mastered. Cara had one hand on Anya's thigh, the other flat against her toned stomach to hold her still. Cara's mouth moved slowly in gentle, practiced circles, her tongue working with a rhythm that made Anya's hips twitch. Anya let out a breathy moan as Cara moved her mouth lower and deeper.

"Holy fuck," Hailee whispered at the sight. Her lips brushed against the side of my cock as her grip tightened.

Cara's tongue flicked faster now, and Anya grunted. Her hands slid into Cara's hair, not pulling, just keeping her down. Then after a few more audible laps from Cara, Anya came like it was nothing. A sharp inhale followed by a twitch of her thighs.

"Haaahhh..." Anya moaned softly, trembling beneath Cara. Before I even had the chance to register what happened, Taylor moved. She let out a desperate little noise and slid down off the couch like gravity had yanked her by her hair. Taylor's mouth was on me in seconds. Her lips parted and she took the head in first, swirling her tongue once and groaning low in her throat like she was trying to savor every fucking second. Then she went deeper, swallowing me whole.

"Shit!" I gasped, my body jerking.

Taylor moaned around me, her hands locked to my thighs, her mouth moving slow and wet. Then Hailee moved in next, grinning and blushing. She ducked lower beneath Taylor and slid her tongue under my shaft, slow and playful. She licked the underside like she was teasing a lollipop. Sophie followed her, pressed cheek to cheek as both of them shared me. Their slick, warm tongues moved together in a filthy motion. I felt every twitch of their mouths against my balls. Every hum. Every flick.

My thighs tensed. I gripped the edge of the couch so hard I thought the fabric would tear. Taylor kept going, nice and deep. Her nose hit my pelvis as her throat flexed around me. She swallowed with every pull, every low moan vibrating through the base of my cock. Hailee's mouth was open now, tongue dragging between my balls as Sophie kissed the other side.

I looked up to see Anya still sprawled out on the carpet, watching me with unreadable eyes.

Taylor pulled off my cock with a wet pop. She let out a breath like she was drunk off the taste. Then she stroked my slick base.

"I forgot how much I missed this." Taylor huffed as Hailee pounced. She dove forward like she'd been waiting for her shot, mouth already open, tongue out before she even made contact. She swallowed the head fast, her lips meeting the middle of my shaft, bobbing her head fast like she had something to prove.

Her hands gripped my hips. Her throat worked fast. My head dropped back against the couch. Sophie watched, licking her lips and inching closer to join the mess. But then Anya moved.

She rose from the rug and stepped between my legs without asking. Everyone moved aside. Hailee slowed, but she didn't pull off. Anya reached out and cupped Hailee's jaw, wordlessly telling her that was enough.

Hailee reluctantly pulled off. Anya knelt between my legs. Like she'd planned all of this. She knew I wouldn't say no. She kissed the tip. Just a single soft kiss. My cock twitched, a small spurt of pre-cum leaked out of the slit.

"You always twitch..." Anya cooed. The room stayed silent. Anya parted her mouth and took me. All the way. No struggle, no gag. Just like it was a part of the process. Her lips met my skin as her throat vibrated around me.

"Fuck..." I groaned.

"How the fuck..." Hailee muttered, biting her bottom lip. Taylor and Sophie shifted, their hands resting between their thighs. Cara said nothing. She stood up and took Hailee by the wrist, moving her down to the rug.

"Oh fuck yes..." Hailee smiled as she flopped to her back. Cara tugged Hailee's bottoms down, shoved her thighs apart, and dove right in. Cara's mouth hit Hailee's core like she owned it, her tongue already licking, flicking, and swirling before Hailee could even get a chance to breathe.

"Woooaahh yessss..." Hailee melted, her eyes and mouth getting loose as she rocked her hips.

And Anya was still going. Her throat was working rhythmically now. She slid up and down, hit and wet. Then she got sloppy. Spit trailed from the corners of her lips as she bottomed out again and again. Anya pulled back with a messy drag, saliva webbing from my tip to her lips, and then dove back down without missing a beat.

Sophie was openly fingering herself through her zipper, watching like she was studying scripture. Taylor clung to my shoulder, her breathing shallow, one hand cupping her own breast. Across the room, Cara had Hailee bent wide open. Hailee's moans and squeals filled the room.

Then, Anya pulled off suddenly, thick trails of spit clinging to her chin.

"Stand up." Anya demanded and I obeyed. My legs shook under me. My cock stood flushed and soaked, twitching toward her like it knew better than I did. Anya didn't touch me. She didn't even glance down. She turned toward Sophie. Sophie looked stunned as Anya stepped in, placing her hands on the hem of her shirt and tugged it up without a word.

Sophie lifted her arms and in seconds her top was gone. Her bra followed. Then her jeans. Anya kissed her. Her hand slid up Sophie's side then gripped her face, sealing the kiss with full lips and quiet dominance. Sophie whimpered into it.

Taylor, beside me, let out a breathless little noise. Then she dropped right to her knees, still in her cozy, oversized sweater, the collar slipping off one shoulder. She looked up at me, biting her lip, and took my girth in one hand.

"Still so hard," Taylor whispered. "You're a machine."

She then opened wide and pulled me in fast. No teasing. She sucked me like she was hungry, both hands now bracing on her knees. Her head moved with purpose, spit pouring from her mouth and down her chin, splashing onto her sweater like she didn't even care. Taylor took me deep and messy, choking slightly and moaning louder when I twitched. Her tongue lapped at the underside with every pull. Her sandy blonde bounced with each bob, strands sticking to her cheek.

Spit soaked the front of her sweater and she didn't stop. She actually started to move faster, hands sliding up to grip my thighs for leverage. Behind her, I could still see Anya pulling Sophie down to the carpet, kissing her neck and guiding her backward like she'd done it before. Cara still had Hailee open, her face glistening with slick, as her tongue dragged through the helpless Hailee.