Personal Jukebox

"Freeze," Henry told Taylor suddenly. Taylor stopped moving instantly, her eyes still looking up at him as she sat motionless on the couch. He walked over to her, enjoying the sight of her sexy body.

"Let's do this," Henry said.

"Taylor Swift is now my jukebox. She can sing any song flawlessly and without getting tired, and will also do appropriate dances to go along with her songs. I can turn her on or off by pressing her belly button, and from now on all her assets, including mansion and vehicle, belong to me."

Taylor did not move, but Henry knew his words had now become truth.

"Let's test this out," said Henry. He pushed Taylor's belly button and she stood up, much like how she did when she had been performing just a few minutes ago.

"Sing me...Baby Got Back.'"

Taylor whipped around and began to twerk, belting out the lyrics to the song while she did. Despite already getting an eyeful of her petite ass during the concert, there was something extra satisfying about seeing her twerk, while singing a song you had picked, while she was also now, essentially, your property.

You could sense fun times ahead.