Chapter Text
November 2015
The party is being held in a mansion on the outskirts of the city, with the intent of keeping the paparazzi away, Blake had explained. They walk into the foyer and it feels like they’re stepping into the 1920’s. Taylor looks around noticing the glamorous lighting and furniture. They are immediately greeted by a gorgeous redhead woman wearing a red lace dress, who hands them each a glass of champagne and escorts them into another room where they leave their coats and their phones. They go through a brief explanation of the house layout, an overview of the code of conduct, and Taylor and Selena sign their non-disclosure agreements. Apparently, anonymity was the norm, unless you freely chose to disclose your identity. The thought of nobody recognizing her feels freeing in a way she hasn’t experienced in years. Taylor knows there’s always a possibility, especially because her group of friends is very recognizable. Aside from Blake, who has recently but quickly become a close friend, Cara and Selena have constantly been photographed next to her. Still, wearing her mask feels like a shield. Tonight she can be whoever she wants and do whatever she wants without feeling judged or scrutinized.
“This place is amazing” Selena says, looking around as they enter the main room. There’s a DJ playing and people on the dance floor. Everyone is wearing some variation of lingerie or kink attire, and Taylor lets her eyes wander. She notices some people have chosen not to wear masks but there’s no one she immediately recognizes.
“Come on, I think I see Annie… let’s go dance!” Cara holds Taylor's hand and drags her to the middle of the room, Blake and Selena following suit. The floor is getting significantly more crowded as more people start to arrive.
Taylor tastes freedom as she dances with her friends. She throws her head back and holds her hands to her hair as she presses her back to Blake’s front, sensually dancing. Blake spins her around and leans over, muttering in her ear: “I swear to god, Taylor, if you keep dancing on me like this, the lines of our friendship might start to get a little blurry…” Taylor is not entirely surprised to learn her friend is not fully straight, and she is definitely enjoying the feeling of her friend’s hands wandering on her body, but she knows she cannot cross that line with Blake without making things even more complicated with Karlie. A stranger is one thing, but she isn’t sure she could handle the potential drama that would ensue, especially since she knows how jealous Karlie could get. She notices people around her stealing glances in her direction. She doesn’t quite know if it’s because she’s being recognized, or because they are interested in her… She finally glances up and meets Blake’s eyes and can’t help glancing down at her lips, curled up in a curious, almost daring smile. Shake it off, Taylor she thinks to herself. “Um..I’m going to get another drink, I’ll be right back...” she says to Blake, dashing to the bar, feeling unusually flushed.
“Old fashioned, please…” she says trying to regain her composure.
“Taylor Swift, as I live and breathe…” a voice behind her interrupts. “I could recognize you anywhere, even with that sexy mask on…” She instantly recognizes the distinctive British accent calling out her name. She turns around rolling her eyes and smiles. “Hello Matthew…” Of course he would be here, and clearly not caring about wearing a mask…
“Long time no see, love. And here of all places… What’s it been, months? A year? I am glad you have officially decided to join the dark side…” he says raising his glass.
Taylor had not talked to Matty in a year. They had met last year and had started to become fast friends. The last time they had seen each other, however, was before the 1975 concert last December, the day that had changed everything… Tree and her record label had strongly suggested to stay away from him or anything that could remind the public about that infamous night. Matty did not have a reputation for being the discrete type, so their friendship had hit an impasse…
“Is that gorgeous model girl of yours here with you? Kloss?...” he asks. The reminder of a certain blonde brings Taylor back to reality.
“No. She's not.” Taylor clears her throat, trying to hide the emotion in her voice.
“Oooh, trouble in paradise?” he asks. Taylor shifts uncomfortably.
“Forgive me for bringing it up then… “ Matty says, raising his hands in apology. “The night is young though, and if you’re looking for a distraction, I can guarantee I can keep you occupied for a while…” he teases.
“You are incorrigible, Matty,” Taylor says, chuckling. Now, his flirting is definitely something she’s used to.
“You know I had to try… One cannot pass up an opportunity with the Taylor Swift…At a party like this nonetheless…” he adds.
All of a sudden, two girls who look like they’re in their early twenties appear seemingly out of nowhere gushing in excitement. “Oh my God, you’re Matty Healy! I can't believe it...I love your music!”
“Well, hello to you two!” Matty replies clearly enjoying the attention placing one arm around each of the girls..
“I’m Cecily and this is Stacey…” one of the girls says.
Taylor turns nervously to Matty. “I…uh, gotta go.” The last thing she wanted was to have to revert back to her celebrity persona and interact with potential fans at a sex party. She had been enjoying her anonymity thus far and planned to keep it that way, at least for a bit longer.
Matty nods towards her in acknowledgement. “Don’t be a stranger this time…Oh, and if you need any party favors, don’t hesitate to ask, love” he adds with a wink.
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Taylor walks back and scans the dance floor looking for her friends, who appear nowhere to be found. She notices that it’s significantly emptier, people probably having wandered off to other parts of the house. She leaves the main room and starts wandering around the halls. She spots Cara and Annie engaged in a very heavy make-out session on one of the couches by the entrance, but no sight of Blake or Selena.
She opens the door to one of the rooms. There’s a large bed and a velvet couch and several people are clearly getting into it; the sounds of grunts and moans painting quite an erotic scene. Taylor glances around searching for her friends, even though she doubts Selena would be right in the middle of an orgy...Her friend was more of a hopeless romantic type and was very deliberate about who she decided to have sex with. Plus Taylor knew she was not fully over Justin. As much as she had tried to talk sense into her best friend, she was probably still hooking up with him occasionally on the down low.
Taylor is about to close the door when she stops in shock and does a double take. Sitting on the couch is none other than Joshua Kushner, and a petite girl with blue hair kneeling between his legs. His eyes are closed and his head is rolled back, clearly enjoying himself. Taylor’s legs feel frozen in place and she forces herself to quickly shut the door and walk away…
She rushes up the giant stairs of the mansion, confused and conflicted, a million questions rushing through her head. Did Karlie know!? Was she here? Or was Josh cheating on her? She pushes away the thought of being at a sex party with none other than the man that was making things so difficult between Karlie and her and the doubt and anger at the possibility that Karlie knew about all of this all along.
She bumps into Selena who apparently has forgone her mask, and is standing by a lounge area, clearly drunk, and talking and laughing with two other guys. “Taylor! You ok?” her friend asks. “Do you wanna come join us?
“It’s ok, I just need some air, I’ll be back.” she says, feeling disoriented.
“Do you need me to come with you?” Selena asks. “I can just…”
“No, it’s fine, have fun!” Taylor replies, not caring that her friend just called her by her name, desperately looking for a way out of the crowd of people. She moves quickly down the corridors, walking through rooms, fielding people dancing and having sex, until she reaches an empty corridor. Taylor walks into a bathroom, attempting to catch her breath, trying to make sense of what she had just seen. She stares at herself in the mirror. What was she supposed to do with this information? She knew she could not talk to Karlie about this, without breaking the NDA. “Ugh…” Taylor grunts to herself. Maybe coming here was a bad idea…why did she let Blake and Cara rope her into this? She could’ve been home with her cats…probably still wallowing in self pity… “Ok that’s enough, Taylor, get it together” she tells to herself. She had come to this party to enjoy herself and she was not going to let Joshua Kushner ruin her night. Besides, even if Karlie did not know about all of this, she had been continuously choosing him over Taylor. It was time Taylor started choosing herself.
—-
She walks out to the empty corridor and enters a quiet room through the next door. The room appears to be a library, its style matching the elegance and rustic air of the rest of the mansion. It had been transformed with some dim red lights and leather couches, and she could spot a St. Andrew’s cross in the corner. It looks empty… with the exception of a single woman standing by the arched window. She looks about her age, slightly shorter, with blonde hair and a grown pixie cut parted to the side, exposing the back of her neck and the delicate indents down her back. She’s wearing stilettos and a sophisticated black velvet bodysuit, a black silk robe hanging from her shoulders. The moonlight coming through the window sheds a foggy shadow making Taylor entranced, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry. She’s facing away from Taylor, seemingly unbothered by her sudden entrance. Taylor has no idea how much time has passed since she walked into the room and the moment where the other woman decides to turn around. She feels somewhat grateful that their identities are still concealed by their masks.
“Erm..Sorry… Didn’t want to interrupt, I was just…looking for… someone…” Taylor mutters awkwardly. Someone?! Really, Taylor?
“So was I, and I’m glad it’s you that walked in.” The mysterious woman’s voice exudes a magnetic confidence that makes Taylor’s head spin, all thoughts of what she had previously witnessed leaving her brain.
Taylor attempts to regain some semblance of composure. “I’m sorry…Do we know each other?” she asks with uncertainty in her voice. The woman’s gaze pierces through Taylor and she tries to focus on anything other than this stranger’s hypnotizing clear blue eyes. She looks around and she notices a range of instruments hanging from the wall. She could see some whips, paddles, and a variety of sex toys neatly arranged.
The woman walks slowly towards her standing dangerously close. “I would’ve definitely remembered if we had met before…” she replies in a low voice “... and besides, I prefer it this way. Us, not knowing each other...” Taylor feels frozen in place and her mind feels hazy. She starts to fantasize about what her lips would feel like on hers, about how her body would react to her touch. Her breath hitches and she can feel the electricity all around her.
She softly grabs Taylor’s hands and laces her fingers between her own. “May I?” the woman breaks the silence again. Taylor has no idea what the question is referring to, but she doesn’t care. She nods softly. She shudders and takes a breath as the woman moves one hand and slides her fingers in Taylor’s hair. She feels intoxicated, even though she knows she has only had a couple of drinks. She gazes down at the deep blue eyes staring back intently, almost in expectation.
“Kiss me.”
The words leave Taylor’s mouth in a demanding tone almost involuntarily. Taylor can see the other woman’s eyes widen in surprise and instantly darken. Their lips crash together and their surroundings seem to fade as they both get lost in the intensity of the moment. Taylor’s tongue demands access from the other woman's lips. The short haired blonde opens her mouth letting out a soft, yet desperate moan, and places her hands around Taylor’s hips pulling them closer together. Taylor places a hand on the woman’s jaw as the kiss starts to turn rougher. She bites on her lower lip eliciting another lustful moan. This was going to be fun. She breaks the kiss holding the woman’s mouth an inch away from her lips, the shorter woman whimpering softly, her eyes begging for contact. Taylor’s breath is heavy as she gazes down intently at her. That’s when she notices a glimmer of mischief appear in the other woman's eyes, almost defiant.
“I want you to use me…” the strange woman softly whispers, almost like a request, her previous air of confidence replaced by a clearly submissive tone.
Taylor gulps. This mysterious stranger was tapping into Taylor’s dominant side, an aspect of her sex life she had fantasized a lot about, but one she had only recently begun to explore with Karlie, since she was usually the more dominant one. She needed to thank Blake for her outfit, Taylor thinks.
“Get on your knees.” Taylor commands, emboldened by the anonymity of the situation. The woman instantly drops to the floor, hands behind her back, looking at her with wide expectant eyes.
“I admit, I am not an expert at this, but there are so many things I would like to do to you…” Taylor says, walking slowly and deliberately in circles around the woman kneeling down. She stops and places a finger below the other blonde’s chin, raising it lightly… “ Do you have a safeword?”
“Lavender” the woman replies. “And I have a feeling you will be a natural…” she adds smiling.
“Such a good girl, already trying to get on my good side…” Taylor smirks. “So… you want to be used, huh?... Well, let me tell you, I did not expect such a willing, dirty, whore to be waiting for me on the other side of this door.” Taylor kneels down until she’s face to face with the woman who has now turned her gaze down and is letting out uneven breaths . “You like to be called names…good to know…” she continues, as she delicately removes the woman’s robe from her shoulders.
She leans closer and starts placing open mouthed kisses on her neck relishing the feeling of being in control. “I’m dying to find out what else you enjoy…” she whispers and bites sharply on the spot underneath the stranger’s earlobe, eliciting a surprised moan from the woman.
“Ah, she likes pain…” the woman nods her head. “I think I can work with that… Stand up.”
The stranger springs to her feet and keeps her arms behind her back. “Such, an, obedient, little, slut.” Taylor says.
She proceeds to rake her fingers down the woman’s back, unclasping the bodysuit and swiftly gliding it down leaving her completely exposed under the moonlight... Taylor reminds herself to breathe. She was clearly winging it, but a part of her knew exactly what to do, how to anticipate and respond to every breath and every subtle movement, letting her brain be quiet and her intuition and instinct to take over.
“My, my, look at you.” Taylor grabs the woman’s jaw and places her other hand around the woman’s perked up nipple, squeezing it lightly but firmly. She then traces her fingers slowly down the blonde’s stomach down to her clit, eliciting a shuddering breath. “You are dripping...”
Taylor brings her coated fingers to her mouth and sucks on them without breaking eye contact, noticing her own body feeling on edge, her nipples hard and her clit throbbing. She pushes the woman against the nearest wall, pinning her arms above her head, her mouth capturing the other girl’s in hers, getting lost in the kiss. She feels the other girl's knee dive between her legs. Taylor gasps in pleasure at the contact, but stops and grabs a handful of the girl’s hair tugging firmly.
“Oh sneaky, aren’t you? I don’t recall giving you permission to touch me… Did I?” The woman shakes her head and mutters “No…”
“It’s no, ma’am, to you” she replies firmly. Taylor guides the girl to a leather bench surrounded by straps and handcuffs and firmly places her body against the cold leather, wrapping the handcuffs against the woman’s wrists. “ Guess we’ll have to do something about that...”
Taylor looks around the room and grabs a paddle from one of the hooks in the wall. “Such a nice ass…” Taylor runs her hand over the woman’s butt cheeks “Pity it looks so white...” she adds, dropping the paddle suddenly over them. The blonde lying on the bench groans in pain and pleasure as Taylor continues to redden her ass with the slaps from the paddle. She stops and lightly caresses the marks she has left, admiring her work. She then moves her fingers over to the woman’s entrance relishing the feeling of wetness. “Tonight I get to own you, I get to make you my slut…” she says, as she sticks two fingers inside the woman’s vagina. She starts to go in and out slowly, curling her fingers to reach her G-spot, bringing the woman closer and closer to the edge. She picks up the pace as she notices the walls of the blonde’s vagina tensing around her own fingers, and the whimpers and moans getting louder.
“I… I… I’m gonna cum..” the blonde says, turning her head attempting to look at Taylor. “No. You’re not…not yet.” Taylor slips her fingers out leaving the girl squirming. “Please…” the woman pants.
“You have no idea what the sight of your whole body squirming in desperation is doing to me…but did you really think, I’d let you come that easily?” Taylor says walking to the other side of the bench lowering down to make eye contact.
“No, ma’am… Let me make you feel good, please” the shorter blonde replies.
Taylor undoes one of the handcuffs and turns the woman on her back. “Why don’t you put that eager to please mouth to good use, then?” she says as she opens the bottom of her bodysuit lowering herself, her soaking wet core making contact with the girl’s mouth. She’s grateful the woman’s mask is made of just silk and lace, otherwise things might not have worked out the way she wanted to.
Taylor was expecting good, but not this good. Taylor felt the girl’s tongue lightly flick her clit and then lap her soaking wet folds. Her tongue then moves to circle her clit in a perfect rhythm and pressure, sending shivers all over her body. Her head falls back and her hips buck forward as the woman’s free hand encircles her thigh, keeping Taylor in place. She doesn't even care that she’s touching her again without permission. All semblance of control has disappeared into thin air. Taylor grabs the girl’s straight blonde hair as she starts grinding faster on her mouth, getting closer to the edge, until she finally cums with a loud moan soaking the woman’s face with her juices.
“Hey…” Taylor attempts to catch her breath as she glances down at the sight of the masked woman in front of her.
“Hey…” the woman replies back.
“That was…” Taylor runs her hand through her hair and lets out an involuntary shudder. She thinks about letting all rules be damned and disclosing her identity. Who was this mysterious woman that had just read her body so perfectly? But she knows she has to keep this experience like the dream it has been so far. Maybe the woman was right and it was better this way, without the implications of reality crashing in.
She unbuckles the remaining handcuff and sits on the bench facing the woman who also sits up and faces Taylor.
“Happy to please you…” the woman says and gives Taylor a knowing wink.
Taylor then kisses her slowly and passionately, with less roughness but no less intensity, their lips melding together for what seems like forever.
“I believe I have some unfinished business with you…” she whispers looking into the girl’s eyes as she brings her hand between both of their legs and starts drawing lazy circles around her clit pressing her mouth to the other girl’s once more. The woman starts moaning against Taylor’s mouth, her breath coming out in short gasps. Taylor slides a finger inside the girl’s vagina as she keeps applying pressure around her clit.
“You have been such a good girl, let me show you how much I appreciate it…” she says, as she starts fucking her harder, adding two more fingers into the woman’s opening. The sound of the girl’s moans almost sends Taylor over the edge again.
“Fuck, oh fuck yes, please… just like that….”she says and grinds against Taylor’s fingers, desperate for release. “I… please…can I cum?”
Taylor holds the woman close with her arm and whispers in her ear “You can, if you tell me who owns you…”
“You do…” the woman pants and cums loudly as Taylor moves her fingers in and out more slowly, letting her ride her orgasm.
After a few minutes of them slowly making out, the woman stands up and starts going around the room gathering her clothes. “I gotta say, these parties never cease to surprise me… but tonight…was definitely one for the books” she turns towards Taylor. “All thanks to you…” she says with her confident attitude back.
“Um…it’s my first time” Taylor says with a hint of awkwardness.
“I know. I told you I would’ve remembered you… I have to admit, and this is definitely unprecedented for me, but I would love to connect with you outside of this… if you’re open to it, that is” she says.
“Like without masks and stuff?” Taylor asks.
“Look, just think about it, you don’t have to decide now, but if you’re open to it, go to the Dead Drop in the East Village and ask the bartender for an X. Otherwise I’d be happy to catch you at the next party…”
“An X...Is everything always so mysterious with you?” Taylor chuckles.
“What can I say, there’s something about you that brings it out in me. Until next time, darling” she says giving Taylor a soft kiss and slipping out of the library.
“Goodbye, gorgeous…” Taylor whispers into the silent room, standing alone with her thoughts.
—-
Two minutes later, the door opens suddenly. Taylor’s stomach flips in anticipation at the thought of the mysterious stranger coming back... But her brunette friend walks in, clearly still tipsy “You’re here!!!… Blake!! I found her!!” Selena screams out into the hallway, Blake soon appearing next to her.
“We were looking everywhere for you! Sel mentioned you were looking like a deer in the headlights last time she saw you… and then you disappeared… is everything ok?” Blake stops and looks around the library.
Blake walks around grabbing the paddle from the floor and raises her eyebrows. “Taylor Alison Swift, did you?!…”
“Um, I…” Taylor isn’t sure she has words to tell her friends what just happened…and she definitely doesn’t want to bring up the whole Josh situation. She can’t think about that right now. “Yeah?”
“Well? We need de-tails!!!” Blake crushes Taylor in a hug. “Gotta say, I’m low-key a little jealous. Took an edible and spent most of the night a little out of it. I remember people having an orgy around me but that’s about it…oh, and you almost…”
“There you all are!” Cara walks in. Taylor sighs grateful for the interruption “…And someone clearly got a proper fuck tonight, and even has the hair to prove it. Who was the lucky lady…or gentleman?” Cara asks looking up and down at Taylor.
“She…” Taylor replies still in a haze. “…I don’t know who she was...” she says trying to hide the frustration in her voice.
Cara raises her eyebrows at Taylor. “Ok!…This is most definitely not the end to this conversation, but we need to go home. Annie crashed on a couch downstairs and this one,” she nods towards Selena, “…might not make it much longer.”
“Hey! I’m… fine” Selena says yawning.
Taylor snakes her arm around her friend’s waist. “Alright, come on, I’ll let the driver know we’re ready…”