Double Crossed

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written by: @shiningjustforyou13

Travis' POV

I stopped, stood still just inside the doorway of the club pounding with music and lights and bustling with scantily clad girls and men throwing money at them. I wasn't one for treating women like meat, but all of the girls who worked in places like this were okay with it, so that was my exception.

But to look over and see that blonde hair that somehow hadn't changed in twenty years, that color, knowing immediately who I was looking at before she'd even turned around, it had frozen me. Taylor Swift, the little girl that had befriended a little boy who had hated libraries, become his best friend, made him fall in love as much as a kid could, and then vanished off the face of the earth. Twenty years of not seeing her flashed before my eyes, and then she turned around on stage, and my body had a very different reaction.

Taylor was wearing a sparkly silver miniskirt, so short that her pair of black panties underneath were on full display. A bra made up of silver stars covered her nipples, thin chains covering her back with tiny straps to hold it up. Her hair was a cascading waterfall of shiny blonde, loose and almost to her waist. At the sight of her, her curves, the way her body had been shaped by womanhood, I almost dropped to my knees. She was nothing short of a goddess.

I swallowed, shifting out of the way of the door as I heard someone clear their throat behind me. My eyes were locked on Taylor, watching as she hiked a leg up, her feet clad in sky high heels, the same black as her panties. I almost cursed as her manicured hands wrapped around the pole and she tossed her head back, her back arching, chest on full display.

I couldn't believe it. But it was her. I would recognize that hair, those eyes, just the aura around her from a mile away even after all these years. And there she was on stage, half naked with men ogling her from all angles. She had so many bills tucked into her outfit that there almost wasn't room for more, and as I watched, Taylor blew a kiss and exited the stage, going through a door to the back.

My mind reeling, I went and found a seat as close as I could to the door Taylor had gone through. I had to see her, properly, talk to her. What had happened in her life that had caused her to get here? Why had she left me and never said goodbye all those years ago?

Five minutes later, the door swung back open and Taylor walked out, looking refreshed. Her eyes skimmed the crowd as she moved to walk past where I sat, but as soon as she drew close I raised my hand where my elbow rested on the side of the chair, a grand in bills folded up between my fingers. I couldn't think of any other way to get her attention without using her name, which I didn't know if she used in this place, or she had a fake name.

It worked; Taylor's eyes swiveled to land on me, and a playful smile crept onto her ruby painted lips as she walked over, hips swaying deliciously from side to side. Even though I was only here to ask her what the hell was going on, fuck, I felt myself growing stiff in my pants as Taylor climbed onto my lap, grabbing the back of the chair either side of my neck.

"That's a lot of money pretty boy." She murmured, meeting my gaze. Then her smile fell, and her eyebrows pushed into a frown. A beat of silence rang out and then she gasped. "Travis!" Taylor squeaked. "Travis?" She repeated, like she'd second guessed herself. "Travis is that you?"

"Hey there Tiger." I murmured, using the nickname she'd earned when we were kids.

"What the hell?" Taylor whispered in disbelief, sitting back and dropping her hands from behind my shoulders. "Travis...it's been like...like..."

"Twenty years." I finished her sentence for her. "But I recognized you in a second Tiger, no one has hair like this." Reaching out, I tucked a strand behind her ear. Taylor swallowed. "Tiger what are you doing here?" I asked.