CHAPTER 4

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The tour was almost over with just two stops left: New York and Boston. I'll admit that I had mixed feelings. On one hand, I was going to miss the companionship, friendship and enthralling sex that I had experienced over the last two and a half months. On the other hand, I was getting tired and needed some time to re-energize. This was the longest I had been with one woman since graduating college. I had been the consummate bachelor, sewing my wild oats and was not getting paid to do so. As much as I enjoyed being with Taylor, I was ready for something new and exciting.

Fortunately for me, I didn't have to wait for the end of the tour to get that splash of new excitement. New York would prove to be one of the most memorable nights of my entire time on tour.

I sat on the bus watching TV, waiting for Taylor to come back from performing. I had long abandoned my stupid magazine reading idea and elected to watch reruns of my favorite sitcoms to pass the time. It was getting late, almost 1:00 am, but I assumed the concert ran a little long. Maybe Taylor was stuck in a meet and greet, or arguing with Mary some more. Regardless, I knew that when she walked in the door she would want me. Taylor seemed to be getting her money's worth as she knew our time was running short. She hadn't missed a night with me since Vegas, and I didn't expect tonight to be any different.

The door rattled open and I could hear Taylor's laugh grow louder as she walked up the steps to the bus. I cut off the TV to see her walk in wearing the usual red sparkly dress. I had at first found it sexy; but after months of seeing her in the same outfit, I had grown tired of it. She reached the top of the steps, but I still heard a noise of someone walking. I noticed another woman with blonde hair walk in behind her. She was a young tall beautiful woman wearing a satiny black dress with red polka dots. The neck line plunged down past her breasts and you could see the side of her breasts pushing out for air. She had a models body. Breasts were large enough to draw attention, but still on the smaller side. There couldn't have been an ounce of fat on her body, but she still carried a certain sexiness with her. She really looked like a cross between Taylor herself and Olivia Wilde.

This is the first time anyone had been in the same room with Taylor and I together, and I wasn't quite sure of how to handle it. I thought back months to the letter Eliza had written for me about my assignment. I stood from the couch and walked over to the young lady to introduce myself and explain my presence in Taylor's bus at such a late hour.

"Hi there, I am Joe Williams, Taylor's Hospitality Manager for the tour," I said as professionally as I could, reaching out my hand to shake.

The young lady began to laugh, "Oh, Hospitality Manager is it?" she snickered as she shook my hand.

"Joe, this is my best friend Karlie Kloss," Taylor said, "She knows about you already, we've been texting about you since the tour started."

My heart began to flutter as I became unsure about what was going on. No one was supposed to know about our escapades, but it must be alright if Taylor told someone.

"I've heard great things about you!" Karlie smiled, seemingly trying to reassure me that everything was okay.

I smiled back, still unsure but a little more at ease about the situation.

"I need to freshen up. Why don't you two get to know each other out here while I get cleaned up?" Taylor said as she turned down the hallway toward the bathroom.

Karlie and I sat down on the couch together and exchanged pleasantries. I asked about her and found out that she had been a model for quite some time, including being a Victoria Secret model. The tall slender model body made sense. I still wasn't sure about her presence on the bus, though. Was she just here to visit with Taylor before we adjourned for the night? My mind began to wander as I stared at her sexy body, and her beautiful face put me in a trance. I had never been much for the frail model body type, but I couldn't help but be turned on by this beautiful specimen.

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