Plot: Taylor is a chat show host and uses her commercial break for a meeting with her assistant...
--Will probably get some fluff in after this.
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"Wow, it's so tight!" Taylor exclaims as she tests out her guests new exercise brace.
"Really focuses on those core muscles. Great for abs and back strength. Just feel that pull!" grins Mr Coleman, the personal trainer that was invited to the show that afternoon.
"Well, I'm certainly pulling something," Taylor says, gaining a giggle from the production crew. "All right, thank you for coming on Tay Break, Mr Coleman. I hope you viewers at home get your hands on this fantastic product. We'll see you after this short commercial break."
Taylor holds a smile and her director finally says cut. She sighs with relief and fiddles with the straps of the brace. "I can't breathe in this thing," she says with a nervous giggle.
"My bad. Definitely thought your waist was smaller than most people," Mr Coleman winces as he undoes it for her. Taylor chuckles at the statement.
"That's quite all right. Thanks again for filling in for Sophie. You're a life saver."
"All right, good job everybody. Cut for fifteen! I repeat, break for fifteen," announces a director.
With that being said Taylor is excused to her private dressing room. She sighs as she slumps into her large leather swivel chair. Looking in her lit vanity she undoes a few buttons on her blouse and tousles her hair a bit. She then picks up the phone on the wall next to the mirror and calls reception.
"Yes, I'd like Miss Kloss to attend to my dressing room with a hazelnut latte, please?" she asks sweetly. "Excellent, thank you Sarah." Taylor hangs up the phone and crosses her legs. She idly stares at her nails and touches up her crimson lipstick whilst she waits for the hurricane that's about to burst in the door at any minute. In three minutes flat a flustered young woman with legs as far as the eye could see and a clumsy walk to match clambers in the door way, papers flying everywhere and coffee cup steady in hand. Her pen falls out of her messy bun and her glasses slide down her nose as she lets her back close the door behind her; heels clacking and lips uttering curses. Taylor hasn't even turned around yet and she's already spewing frantic apologies.
"Sorry I'm a little late, Miss Swift. The machine upstairs didn't work so I had to go downstairs. And then I couldn't find the hazelnut syrup so I had to go ask Abigail and–"
"Thank you, Karlie," Taylor says as she swivels her chair around. She gets up slowly and walks over to the woman, so neat and collected in comparison to her. She takes the latte from her hand and takes a sip. "Perfect. Just the way I like it," she says calmly. Karlie cracks a nervous smile on hearing Taylor address her by her first name, and nods.
"Do you, uh...need anything else?" Karlie asks sweetly, clutching her pink clipboard to her chest.
Taylor takes a other cool sip of her latte and then sets it on a nearby table. She then takes Karlie's glasses off of her face and tucks them into her blouse. Karlie bites her lip in anticipation.
"Forget the contacts today?" Taylor asks huskily as she brushes a curl of the woman's hair behind her ear.
Karlie gulps down an excuse. "Yes, um... You know me! I'm a feather head."
Taylor notices how breathy and soft the assistants voice has become. And by God, it's making her crazy. She trails her hand down the door behind Karlie until it reaches the doorknob. Karlie's pupils dilate for a split second on hearing the click of the lock being turned. "What's that perfume you're wearing?" Taylor whispers as she leans her face into Karlie's neck.
"I-I think it's, u-um, uh...Dolce–" Karlie let's out a shaky breath as Taylor places her lips and nose onto her skin. She drops her clipboard and Taylor immediately brings her hands to Karlie's waist. She pins the assistants body to her own and begins presses her against the door, planting deep kisses onto her neck and jawline. Karlie gasps softly and places her own hands around Taylor's shoulders.
This had become the usual mid morning ritual for the two. Karlie knew it was lust at first sight the minute she was assigned to be Taylor's PA. And Taylor had been hungry to get to know the woman the second she laid eyes on her resumé picture. As Karlie's career went on she was called to Taylor's room maybe once or twice a week. But it had swiftly become once nearly every single day.
"Oh," Karlie whispers as Taylor's kisses trail further and further down her chest. Her shirt is eagerly tugged over her head. Once it's tossed aside Taylor is quick to drag Karlie in for a rough kiss. Karlie squeaks in surprise but easily settles into it. Taylor then scoops her into her arms, bridal style, and carries her over to her couch. She brings Karlie's lithe legs over the armrest and positions herself between them.
"No bra today? Bold move, Kloss," Taylor chuckles darkly. Karlie can only pant as Taylor shakes her hands up her skirt and tugs down her panties. Thankfully Karlie is already conveniently wet, and Taylor's fingers slide into her with ease. A strained moan escapes the assistants lips and she places a hand over them for fear of causing suspicious. Taylor's fingers are long and skilled. She curls against Karlie's G-spot with such precision and just the right amount of pressure.
"M-Miss Swift, if you're n-not careful I'm gonna squirt," Karlie manages to warn in a panicked breath.
"Very well. But I wanna see that someday," Taylor says with a sigh. She pulls her fingers away, leaving Karlie a sopping, sweating mess. She then pulls her legs forward so that her core is in line with her face. Karlie is shaking now, eagerly awaiting the next step. Taylor isn't hesitant and presses a firm tongue along Karlie's slit. She uses the tip of it to swirl around Karlie's pulsing clit and hungry laps at her folds. Karlie is moaning into her arms, trying desperately to shield her exclamations of praise. Taylor is loving every second and licks quickly at the woman's clit, her finishing move.
Karlie gasps harshly and squeezes her legs around Taylor's head. She grabs at her own breasts and massages them furiously. Soon enough Karlie can feel herself growing light. She's partially embarrassed at how quickly Taylor can make her come undone, but also glad that she won't be left hot and bothered for the rest of the day.
"Fuck, Taylor! Oh my God, yes!" Karlie moans to the ceiling. She bucks her hips against Taylor's mouth and then finally plops back down onto the couch. Taylor stands above her, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She leans down to give Karlie one final kiss. Her tongue dips into Karlie's mouth and Karlie tastes herself on her boss' lips. Taylor smirks and comes to a stand. She quickly saunters over to her dresser to clean herself up, leaving Karlie to do the same for herself.
"You know I wish I could stay. But I've two minutes till I'm on air," Taylor grins. "You've done a terrific job, though."
"I'm glad I could help," Karlie says with a satisfied sigh.
Taylor finishes applying her blusher and then buttons up her blouse. She heads for the door and looks Karlie over to make sure she looks presentable too. "Cover up your neck before you leave. I went a little bit too hard this time," Taylor hums. She gives Karlie a wink before stepping outside and closing the door.
Karlie laughs to herself and leans back against the couch. She loved being Taylor's little secret.
