The Agency

CHAPTER 3

Most music tours hop from city to city without any breaks, but occasionally there will be an off day on the tour. This allows everyone some time to rest and also allows time to work out any issues. A week into the tour, Taylor Swift finally got an off day before her performance in Washington DC. When we fell asleep we were on the road traveling through North Carolina. I awoke to find that we had arrived at the arena. Per my usual, I got up and began to make breakfast. When Taylor got up she came out into the living area wearing another one of her shear Victoria Secret robes. This one was lime green and was just as flattering as the other colors I had seen her wear.

"I won't be as late tonight," Taylor said between bites of French toast, "I have rehearsal at 5:30 and should be back here around 8:00. It will be nice to not be as tired tonight. My body is so sore from all of the dancing and performing in those uncomfortable heels."

We finished breakfast and Taylor got ready for her day. Most days I let her get ready without bothering her but this time I decided to watch TV in the bedroom as she got ready. She sat in just her robe at her vanity in the bedroom and put on her make up and got her hair just right. I really wasn't watching TV. It was more of an excuse to be in the room and steal some glances at the blonde beauty.

When her makeup and hair were done, she got up and began to shuffle through her dresser and closet looking for something to wear. Most of the time when I was around her she was naked. She had told me that after wearing clothes all day long and changing into different outfits that she preferred to be naked when she was in private. It was her way of liberating herself from the modest good girl persona that she put on for the public. I wasn't complaining, because I loved getting to see her walk around naked. However, I realized in this moment that I really hadn't seen her in clothing. Sure, I would see her in the same red sparkly dress that she wore to finish out the concert, but never in anything else.

Taylor grabbed something from the dresser drawer and seemed to finally be satisfied with her decision. She slipped on a lacy black thong. Her butt cheeks swallowed the thin black string and you could hardly tell from the back she had anything on. She next picked up a matching lace black bra and buckled the hooks and slipped it up. As the cups hugged around her breasts, I could tell the bra was a push-up from the increase in cleavage. It was exciting to see her in such sexy lingerie. I wanted to take her right then, but I knew she was on a schedule that couldn't be delayed. She threw on some black leather short shorts that were high-waisted and a tight gray cotton top that hugged her chest.

As she rushed out the door, I knew that I wanted that night to be different. I sat and brainstormed the perfect plan. I didn't want that night's sex to be just great sex, but instead I wanted to treat her entire body to an incredible experience. I set out on my journey to get everything arranged for the night ahead.

As 8:00 approached, I put the finally touches on what was sure to be a magical evening. I could hear Taylor's voice outside the bus talking to someone and I imagined it was Mary lecturing her about something. The door rattled open and Taylor came in visibly upset.

"Ugh, that bitch!" Taylor grunted as she slammed the door shut, "She just needs to mind her own business."

"Everything okay?" I asked tenatively, afraid she may snap back at me.

"Yeah, just tired of Mary getting on my case about different stuff. I'm just so stressed out. Today did not go well!"

"Well, let me try to change that," I said as I walked up and gave her a hug and a big kiss. "I have prepared a night of relaxation for you!"

I turned and showed her a table set up in the living area that was lit by candlelight.

"Awww, you shouldn't have!" Taylor swooned as she sat down at the table.