Lush Life

New York, New York -- Late Evening.

I didn't have much of a reason to go to New York. Unless that reason involved Taylor Swift. She didn't give me many details as to why she needed me here or what we'd be doing. But I had time. Time and only mild desperation.

I arrived in my rental car to the private restaurant that Taylor sent, clearly intended for the higher class folks. If the elegant patterns and sculpts along the walls didn't give it away, the four black Escalades parked out front certainly did. I didn't know if they were Taylor's security detail or not. That's why I mousily parked a few blocks away and walked with my head down and my hands in my pocket, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

My phone dinged when I reached the front door. A text from Taylor:

"Tell the nice lady up front that you're with T."

"Will do." I responded and opened the door. The inside was even more bourgeois than the outside. Red walls lined with dark floral patterns, matching deep red lights that complemented the swirling candlelight on the tables, and soft classical music playing over the speakers.

"Hi there!" The cute receptionist gave me a brightly dimpled smile.

"Hi, uh, I'm with T." I whispered.

"Wonderful, follow me."

As I moved ahead, I noticed just how empty the place was. Especially for a Friday evening.

"Is it usually this empty?" I asked.

"Oh no," the girl giggled. "Ms Swift rented it for the night."

"I see," I mumbled.

I heard Taylor's smile before I saw her. She sat in a corner booth farthest from the door, her lovely long legs crossed and her knuckles tucked underneath her chin. She wore a silky black blouse with black pants and short heels, a small, golden pendant resting gently between her pert cleavage. Her nails were red, her lips were red, and her smile gorgeous. Slightly tweaked, but still gorgeous.

"Thanks Bridgette," Taylor said.

"Anything else just give us a shout, ma'am." She said as I sat in the plush leather across from Taylor. A single glass of white wine sat on the table next to a candle.

"It's so good to see you, Jason." Taylor reached out and gripped my hands. Her smile stretched wider, but it didn't reach her eyes. It felt like a patented, Hollywood smile instead of the genuine, light-up-the-night smile she'd usually give me.

"It's good to see you too." I smiled back in an attempt to retrieve her real one. She leaned forward to give me a quick kiss before flopping back into the seat.

"How've you been?" She asked.

"I'm alright. Little bit of a dry spell right now, but I'm fine."

Taylor blushed slightly. "Dry spell as in...?"

"As in, the big productions are all booked up. Not that kinda dry spell." I chuckled.

"Oh," Taylor laughed lightly. "But, you are... in the mood right?"

"When am I not?"

"Hmm," Taylor laughed and tightened her grip on my hands. "I take it you got the news about Anya? Her and her painter guy?"

"I did," I nodded quickly, my eyes flicking to the wine to fight off my scowl.

"Yeah. Her wedding is... uh... anyway I need your help with something." Taylor gladly changed the subject.

"Shoot,"

"How do you feel about pretending to be my man? Just for a night. Maybe two."

"Your man?"

"As in we're dating." Taylor clarified.

"... Where?" My eyes narrowed on hers.

"The VMA's. Specifically the afterparty."

"I don't know about that."

"Hear me out, hear me out," Taylor leaned in. "Things have changed. I'm not... I'm... I need to look like I'm *the* girl with *the* man. It's not about awards or anything, it's about optics. Optics are the most important thing."

"And," Her voice dipped to a whisper. "These bitches think I'm a has-been, they just don't say it."

"So... because I'm your arm candy, all of these girls who don't have a fraction of your success will get... what, jealous?"

"Not jealous," Taylor's red lips curled into a roguish smile. "Reminded."

"Because of me? You don't wanna just... I don't know, wear a showy dress?"

"No," Taylor's smile dropped. "I don't want a day of surprise. I can't even show a nipple. I need something concrete. I need you."

"I'm flattered, but I can't just walk around--"

"It's private. You did bring a nice suit like I asked, right?"

"I did. But what if--"

"I'll handle it. Jason, please. It's just one night."

"Alright," I sighed. "I'll do it."

"Yes!" Taylor beamed a real smile before leaning in to give me a real kiss. "Okay, okay great. But before we get started, I gotta ask if you're in the know on these new girls."

"Gonna be honest, I don't really listen to any new music. No offense."

"None taken," Taylor's smile stretched even wider. "That means you'll get it."

"Get what?"

"Doesn't matter," Taylor waved her hand. "Just follow me and my guys to the hotel."

*

When I arrived at Taylor's hotel room I was, as usual, taken aback. Her room was more of a penthouse suite with massive windows overlooking the vibrant city, a kitchen area with marble countertops, low light lamps that gave the room a soft yellow glow, and two long red chaise lounges sitting atop white carpet. Taylor got in before me so I decided to sit down, taking in the silence. I faintly heard her moving around in her bedroom.

After a few minutes, the door clicked open. The motion lights brightened, and Taylor stepped out. My mouth went dry at the sight of her. She'd changed into a lace, light-blue nightgown that stretched over her lithe, dearly missed body. Her nipples stabbed through the top, her long, flawless legs made my mouth water, especially with the hem ending at her ass. Her smirk was smooth and confident as she sauntered toward me.

"You uh... you just sleep in that?" I muttered as my cock twitched to life. She looked so good it hurt, and the smell of her lotion invaded my senses. She cupped the sides of my face with her hands and pressed my chin against her flat stomach.

"When you're around, yeah." Taylor purred, licking her top lip. I could smell the wetness oozing from her sweet folds. The end of her nightie was so short, so flimsy, if I blew even the slightest amount of air it'd go flying up à la Marilyn Monroe.

Taylor placed her palms flat on her stomach and lifted them, revealing her gorgeous bald cunny. She was dripping wet and shamelessly brandishing it right in front of my face.

"Now," Taylor cleared her throat and brought her hand down to my head, digging her fingers in my scalp. "Eat my pussy."

I stuck my tongue out greedily, but Taylor was already one step ahead. Less of a request and more of demand from the way she dragged me towards her. My lips were immediately drenched with her sweetness. I pressed my tongue deep, piercing her folds, and forcing a low, deep shudder to escape her gorgeous lips.

"Tell... tell me I taste good..." Taylor stammered before pulling me back.

"You taste good... always..." I mumbled, desperate to get right back to it. So desperate I was licking a stripe along her inner thigh.

"Say it like you mean it." Taylor said, almost stern. There was a never before seen fire in her eyes. A fire that scared me and turned me on.

"You taste fucking amazing. So give me more." I spat.

Taylor's grip tightened on my hair and she did exactly as I asked, burying me in her pussy. She leaned in, pressing her soft yet firm weight against my face until I was surrounded by nothing but her. I kept my tongue working, even as her soft whimpers turned to deep, melodic moans. She ground her legs into my face with a smooth rhythm, all just to drown me in her fluids.

I thought about hooking my arms around her thighs, but Taylor yanked me off before I could even lift them. She tossed me deeper onto the lounge before gripping the hem of her nightie and tearing it right open. The fabric shredded until it just barely hung off her breasts and shoulders. I hardly had time to ogle as she moved in, planting her knees on the cushions and straddling my face.

"Say it again." Taylor huffed.

"You taste ama--mmf." I was cut off by Taylor smothering my mouth. She returned a hand to my hair, gripping it like reins and riding me like a bull. I felt the pressure of her body on my neck, my jaw, and my mouth. But I couldn't get enough of her. I finally moved my hands up to her waist, gripping the sweaty skin to keep her as still as possible.

I could tell she was close from the sheer amount of slickness that was pouring into my mouth. I moved my hands just around the curve of her asscheeks to really rock her back and forth. I felt her skin buzzing in my palms as I squeezed her cheeks, flicking my tongue like a wild man to take her over the edge. She came with a loud, choked gasp that bounced off the walls, her thighs squeezing me with overwhelming pressure.

After what seemed like hours of drowning in her and trying my hardest to breathe, Taylor loosened her grip and pried herself off of me. Strings of fluids clung to her lips and mine. She hobbled off my upper body until she curled herself up between my legs.

She quickly undid my belt and yanked my pants down. I kicked my shoes off during the desperate scramble, and before I knew it Taylor's mouth was all over me. No teasing or foreplay, just her succulent lips wrapped snugly around my aching cock. She immediately started to bob, sending sandy blonde swishing and tickling my inner thighs.

My jaw clenched from the pressure of her working mouth. She gripped the base of my shaft tight with both hands while keeping her sloppy pace. I couldn't see it, but I felt the thick, warm coating of saliva drenching every inch of me. She changed her pace sporadically, bobbing short and fast while keeping the top buried deep and then moving up to focus solely on my spongy tip.

"Tay... Taylor..." I groaned through clenched teeth.

Taylor pulled off of my cock with a pop and a loud inhale. She stroked her mess into every inch while planting soft, spittle kisses along the head.

"You close?" She whispered sweetly.

"Uh-huh..." I mumbled.

"Hold it for me," Taylor said before rising up on both knees. The lights overhead cast an intense, near-angelic glow over her flushed, sweaty skin. Her lips were dripping with spit, her hands shook, and as she moved in to straddle my cock, her face turned into an assertive smile. One that affirmed who was in charge.

Taylor reached behind herself and from my angle, it seemed like she was stuffing her finger inside of her ass. I heard a small pop then she let out a cute, delicate little moan that made her whole body shudder. She brought her hand to the light, revealing a glistening butt plug with a hint of lube shining off the light.

"When I tell you," Taylor reached down blindly to grip my cock. "I've had this thing in all day..."

She lowered herself nice and slow until I felt the heat and tightness of her asshole wrapping around my tip.

"Goooddd yes... you get me so excited..." Taylor groaned and tossed her head back as her sphincter split for me with perfect timing. When my cockhead finally pushed past the barrier, the sinking was as smooth as silk.

"Haah! Mmmmh..." Taylor muttered. I felt her wetness dripping down on me so fast I thought she'd soiled herself. The plug certainly worked, but it didn't stop the suffocating tightness of her asshole once she got to the halfway point.

I reached up to cup her tits, or feel her hips, to do anything. But Taylor smacked them away with a devilish smile.

"No..." Taylor used her long arms to grip my hair again, forcing me to stare at where we were conjoined. When she finally bottomed out atop me, she rose up, making herself look even taller. Like a Goddess in motion, she began to rock her hips, massaging my rock hard cock with her innards.

I wasn't fucking her. I couldn't even pretend to act like I was. I was at her mercy, shocked at how she was handling every inch of me deep inside of her, but also in awe. Her hair clung to her shining skin, her titties bounced and wobbled under the flimsy fabric of her top, and her moans were high-pitched and dead cute.

"Cum... I know you want to... do it..." Taylor purred down at me through her perfect, gritted teeth. Every squeeze, every tug, every slow roll of her hips hand me overstimulated, panting like a gazelle accepting its fate in front of a hungry lioness.

"Do. It." Taylor's nails dug so hard into my scalp it felt like she drew blood.

"F--fuck!" I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut as my entire body started to tingle. I felt my tip spurting before the actual punch of the burst began. The oddest orgasm I'd ever felt blazed through my body, filling Taylor's guts with spurt after spurt.

"Yes!" Taylor melted atop me, leaning in and bringing her free hand down to her clit.

"Fuck! FUCK!" She mashed her fingers against her clit and spun them wildly, sending gushing rivulets of her fluids all over my stomach. Her orgasm made her asshole even tighter, which managed to siphon even more cum out of me like I was just a bag of icing.

"Ohhmygod... ohhmygod..." Taylor panted as her body trembled all over me. She brought both hands to my face, one soaking wet and the other smelling like my shampoo. She leaned in to press her forehead against mine with a shaky smile.

"You're the best..." Taylor hummed.

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't even feel my legs. Taylor kissed me, full of pride.

"Yeah... get comfy here and we'll get ready for tomorrow."

"Uh... uh-huh..." I finally managed to mumble.

"Stay in the bedroom when my crew comes in, mmkay?"

"I... I will..."

Taylor kissed me again, passionate and deeper than the previous one.

"Thank you, Jason. Oh, we're gonna have so much fun together." Taylor whispered against my neck.

*

The party was packed, as I expected. It seemed to be a formal black tie affair, but with really, really good booze. I was simultaneously overdressed and underdressed in my all black suit and tie and sunglasses. Taylor wore a stunning yet simple Sea Blue dress with a high hemline that showed off her God-given legs behind fishnet stockings and matching heels that made her nearly my height. Almost.

I let her flaunt me around for a while, holding hands with her but not saying a word. I probably seemed like a mute asshole, and despite the whole thing being a private affair, I still had to practice my incognito skills. That was until I decided to take a seat while Taylor mingled with some people I didn't recognize.

Out of the corner of my eye were two slim, fairly dainty women clearly ogling me. The first girl was pale, I could tell even if I didn't want to turn my head.

"Excuse me, um... are you Jacob Elordi?"

"Hm?" I immediately turned my head.

"We'd love to get a picture." The pale girl smiled with deep black lips. She was striking, dressed in a glittery black dress with a deep neckline, black heels, and long black gloves. Her makeup, thick winged eyeliner and black eyeshadow over catlike green eyes. Her jet black hair was tied into a tight, low braid. The contrast of the black to her almost ghostly pale skin made her look ethereal.

The girl next to her I recognized. Olivia Rodrigo, standing polite with her hands clasped together and a handbag on her shoulder. She wore a similar glitter dress to Dove, but Olivia's was midnight blue and her cleavage was significantly more emphasized. Her long brown hair was curled into gorgeous waves.

"Um..." I lifted my glasses.

Their mouths dropped open. That's when it hit me. The pale girl was Dove Cameron. I did some work for Disney back in the day. Hollywood Center Studios back in 2013.

"Mr T?!" Dove's face lit up.

"You're the guy!" Olivia gasped.

"Wha--" Dove cut me off with a hug. A hug I only mildly returned, despite how smooth her skin was and how good she smelled.

"So did you ever get that big gig out in Nevada?" Dove asked, still beaming.

"Clearly not," I chuckled.

"Well you must have, look at who you brought." Dove nodded towards Taylor, who was still talking and laughing among a small crowd.

"You think I'd come all the way out here from Nevada for this?"

"Wow," Dove stood up and crossed her arms over her chest with a sarcastic pout. "You saying you don't wanna see me?"

"Not what I meant." I said dryly.

"So you've been around. In town?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you reaching out you goof?!" Dove playfully smacked me on the shoulder. I couldn't help but take notice of Olivia's half-shocked, half-knowing expression.

"Hold on," Olivia leaned in and dropped her voice to a whisper. "Are you two fucking?"

"What!?" Dove went red and turned her head so hard her braid flipped.

"What?" Olivia shrugged. "This is the guy."

"I'm sorry, who's the guy?" I asked

"You... duh," Olivia snorted.

"Okay, what does that mean?"

"It means you sling mad dick. I get it. You gotta stay low. Old country girl over there drag you out here so you can find the next notch on your bedpost?" Olivia asked, but she didn't seem dismayed by my newly discovered legacy. If anything she seemed aroused.

Dove was bright red, her eyes flicking back and forth between me and Olivia.

"It's definitely you," Olivia laughed lightly before reaching into Dove's handbag and pulling out her phone. She quickly swiped it open before leaning in to take a selfie with me. Her hair brushed against my jaw and her light, peppermint smell filled my nostrils.

"I can tell because you're not talking." Olivia sang while editing out her loose hair.

"Hi there!" Taylor's voice, dripping with contempt, appeared from behind me.

"Taylor! Oh my God!" Olivia's voice, also absolutely drenched in a more youthful, uncaring tone, made Taylor's lip twitch.

"Oh em gee is right! Anyway," Taylor grabbed my glasses to put them back over my eyes. "Would you ladies give us a moment?"

"Sure." Dove spat, yanking Olivia away by her wrist until they reached the corner of the room.

"What'd they say?"

"Just a greeting... Do I really look like Jacob El--"

"No. About me." Taylor cut me off, her voice razor sharp.

"They didn't say anything about you. Not really."

"They did. Or at least *she* did." Taylor snarled in Olivia's direction.

"She didn't--"

"You want to fuck them?" Taylor's tone shifted into a tease. My eyes flicked towards the duo in the corner.

Olivia was telling Dove a lot, gesturing wild and suggestively with her hands. Two fingers dipping in and out in an O-shape, a head bobbing motion with her mouth splayed wide. She even lifted a leg. Dove was burning red and her eyes kept moving toward me. Slightly embarrassed but also... clearly aroused.

"I mean..." I turned to face Taylor.

She smiled devilishly.

*

"Is this actually happening?" Dove huffed as the four of us poured into Taylor's suite. Taylor moved in first, waving her hand to activate the motion lights, bathing the room in a full glow.

"Fuck yeah it is," Olivia purred before she quickly kicked off her heels and pounced on me. Her slim body slammed against mine, her arms wrapped around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist, and my hands found her ass on instinct.

I wanted to say something, especially after hearing Taylor's sigh from the kitchen, but Olivia cut me off with a kiss. A messy kiss full of enthusiasm and with plenty of tongue.

"Dude," Olivia groaned and lifted my glasses after breaking the kiss. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this. All these crazy ass stories... Fuck man, Sabrina's gonna, like, freak out."

She cut me off again with a kiss. I tightened my grip on her cheeks and started to move around blindly, trying not to just drop her on the marble floor. I stumbled my way towards one of the lounge chairs and let Olivia down with some slight resistance on her part.

"Okay," I turned to face Taylor and Dove. Taylor was pouring herself a glass of wine. Dove leaned against the doorframe, biting her bottom lip, her eyes full of confusion. Olivia had snaked her hands around my waist, fumbling with my belt and pulling my dress shirt free.