I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

I Want It All

You never really were a big fan of your life — cheap things, chintzy living conditions, financial struggle.

But that was a long, long time ago.

Now, you've got a nice house, nicer things, and a somewhat stable job. You like it, but you like the alternate way you get money even more . . .

You stand before the mirror, clad in a tight black dress that barely grazes your thighs. A slit on the side allows for easier movement, and the fabric sparkles under the light. The deep V-neckline tastefully exposes your cleavage, while the delicate, paper-thin straps add a touch of elegance.

You smirk as you kick a leg up in the air, your heels glistening in the dim light of your cosy bedroom.

You look good. And you know it.

You pull up to the club and make your way to the entrance, greeted by the familiar bouncer who gives you a knowing nod. The club's neon lights flash, and the heavy bass thumps through the air, resonating in your chest.

Inside, the atmosphere is electric. People dance, laugh, and drink, oblivious to the myriad of lives interwoven around them. Your eyes scan the room, searching for familiar faces — the regulars who recognise you, who appreciate your presence, who understand the allure you bring.

You weave through the crowd, your dress shimmering like a constellation in the dim light. A few admiring glances follow you, but you pay them no mind. You're here for something — someone — specific.

At the back of the club, in a secluded VIP section, you spot her: a tall, striking woman with an air of confidence that borders on arrogance. She catches your eye and a slow, sultry smile spreads across her face. You've played this game before, but tonight feels different. Tonight, you're not just playing to win; you're playing to conquer.

As you approach, the chatter around you fades into the background. Her gaze doesn't waver, and when you finally stand before her, she gestures for you to sit. The seat is plush, the ambiance intimate, and the tension palpable.

"You look stunning," she says, voice low and smooth, carrying just the right amount of admiration.

"Thank you," you reply, crossing your legs slowly, allowing the slit of your dress to reveal just enough. "It's been a while."

"Too long," she agrees, her eyes darkening with interest. "But I have a feeling tonight will make up for lost time."

You smile, a mixture of coyness and confidence. "I want it all," you say, echoing the unspoken promise that hangs between you.

She leans in closer, the space between you shrinking. "Then all you shall have," she murmurs.

You smirk a little, reaching out to gently brush a bit of her blonde hair away from her striking blue eyes.

Your gaze drifts down, to her attire. She's in her usual suit, but this one is all white, and is tight and fitted around her figure.

She's worn this one a few times when you'd meet.

"You've always looked so stunning in this suit, Taylor."

She laughs, her laugh as rich and inviting as the atmosphere around you. "You always know how to flatter me," she says, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass.

"I speak the truth," you reply, leaning back slightly, maintaining the perfect balance between poised and provocative.

She takes a slow sip from her glass, her eyes never leaving yours. "So, what brings you back into my world tonight? Business or pleasure?"

A sly smile creeps across your lips. "Why not both?"

She raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Ambitious. I like that." Her voice is a low purr, filled with both challenge and promise.

Idk if I'll be able to publish Guard Dog, y'all :( I hate everything I write for that imagine

anyway . . .

Hugs and kisses,

Zee