Aftermath

After you leave Taylor, you stick around the Madison Square Garden to catch the concert and while you have to endure the sea of screaming young teenagers, it's actually a pretty good show. Taylor makes lots of costume changes, and you can't help but grin through her performance when she's wearing the white sparkly dress.

When the concert ends, you're too tired and you make your way home for the night. The next morning, you have multiple texts from Katie, asking why you didn't go over to her place last night. You ignore it, jump in the shower, and head in to work. You don't even think anything of it when Ashley comes into your office and goes through the normal routine of telling you about your schedule for the day before getting down on her knees and sucking you off until completion while you read the newspapers. Every front page in the country is plastered with your face and stories about your heroic rescue of the hostages.

"Mmm... just as good as your sister," you say as she tucks your cock away.

"I guess you deserve this one, for saving those hostages yesterday," Ashley replies as she walks to the door.

"See you later!"

The rest of the morning is pretty boring with random meetings, and when you run into Katie at one of them, she whispers to you, "Are you coming over tonight?"

You shrug, "I'll think about it." The ambitious intern looks hurt and walks away.

Your afternoon is pretty free and you're kicking and relaxing in your office with your feet up on the desk when there's an urgent knock on the door. A second later, Ashley sticks her head in.

"You have a visitor," she says.

"Uh... sure?"

Ashley doesn't even have time to explain who it is when the door bursts open and Taylor Swift storms in holding a copy of today's Tribune. She's wearing huge sunglasses that cover most of her face and a trench coat, but it's quite clear who she is. Taylor slams the doors behind her and throws the paper angrily on your desk.

"You're the mayor!"