Not okay. You want a challenge

"Actually..." you say, "Why not give me the harder of the two? I'm ready."

"For this?" Stephanie chuckles. "I don't think so. But fine. If you fuck this up, you're out of here. I'll go get her. You stay here and stay hard."

What the fuck are you thinking? You've just dove into this and now all of a sudden you're putting it at risk? And what for? You're honestly not sure. But something about the ongoing sense that you're out of place here is really starting to bug you. Why do you have to be out of place here? Why can't you fucking dominate this situation? Why can't you handle whatever difficult celebrity whore they can throw at you?

And you wonder who it could be.

But your curiosity doesn't have to last long once you see her walking around the corner. Stephanie is leading her but she's struggling, trying to pull her wrist from Stephanie's considerable grip.

It's Miley Cyrus, in full Wrecking Ball mode, short blonde hair, bright red lips, tight white tank top and panties.

Stephanie practically throws her at you and you swiftly grab her and spin her into a nearby small room, closing the curtain behind you.

"Get on your knees" you say, projecting confidence as best you can.

"Fuck off." she responds.

And you're a little surprised. You'd think that Miley would be up for whatever debauchery you could... and then it hits you.

This isn't Miley Cyrus.

Sure, she's dressed like Miley Cyrus, but it's a costume part, isn't it? This isn't Miley Cyrus's face. It's Taylor Swift's face.

"I don't know what the fuck you think you're going to do to me." She has Taylor Swift's voice too. "But it's nothing compared to what Kim and Kanye do to me on a regular basis."

Suddenly your interest is piqued right along with your cock. "Tell me." you say.

"Fuck you." Taylor snips.

So you slap her. Hard. And the sensation is amazing. Your cock feels like it grows to twice the size. And Taylor let's out a half scream, half laugh. You're not sure if she likes it but she has a big grin on her face. "Tell me" you demand.

"Slap me again and I'll tell you." Hearing those words come from her lips in her voice is pure insanity. Your cock rages.

You try to stay in control. "No. Tell me or I won't slap you again."

Taylor laughs. She steps toward you, clearly still defiantly refusing to kneel and slides her hand down the top of your pants, wrapping her slim fingers around your throbbing member. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know, and you can slap me and do whatever you want to me. Just don't send me back into the party marked with your cum."

She's playing you. Clearly. The only question is, is it worth being played?