A agreement, and Later Taylor begins having doubts.

Vincenzo Golino a crown balding short semi chubby wise hamster resembling forty sex year old Italian man, was truly a sleazy scumbag for, many ideas were running through his head, on how to exploit Taylor Swift.

(V) “ I’ll make this happen full Nondisclosure contracts in place to protect your privacy, and there is nothing to be ashamed of, wanting to live out, or experience your fantasies is normal, how Saturday work for you?”

(TS) “Thank you sir, I’m so relieved, Saturday will be fine, money’s no problem unless it’s a Unreasonable sum?”

Vincenzo smiled and kindly replied “ This is a very delicate matter if not handled right, it could get out of hand, the protection of my clients is my upmost priority, I’m asking Seventy five thousand & don’t think its unreasonable, do you agree?

Taylor Swift giggled and shyly responded “It’s a’bit steep but I’ll pay it!”

(Two days later)

Taylor Swift had followed Vincenzo Golino’s directions perfectly, telling her family friends and associates, she needed some alone time, slipping the pestering paparazzi, and checked herself into a luxurious motel.

Then dolled herself up curling her hair, doing her makeup, and lastly putting on a black lacey revealing Victoria's Secret Lingerie outfit, before unlocking the Connecting adjacent motel room’s door.

Taylor Swift took a seat crossing her gorgeous leg’s, as she waited for the unknown stranger to walk in, she soon begin to have many doubts, thinking she wasn’t the kinda girl who could sleep around, and very much a feminist, the very idea of her fantasy, went against everything she stood for or believed in.

She had made up her mind fantasies were a normal part of life, but acting on them was not normal, she just couldn’t allow anybody to own her sexual.

Taylor quickly decided to get up and lock the door, but before she could act on this thought a 6’5’ muscular, balding, bushy facial-haired, thuggish tattooed, dark black man entered.

Taylor couldn’t move nervously realizing she was trapped with this black man, eyeing the door wanting to ran, but unable to move from her chair, as she thought He’s nearly fifty graying ugly and looks like a ex-con .

All Taylor Swift could courage-muster was a low near inaudible plea saying “ I’m having doubts, I’m sorry I wasted your time, I can’t do this?”

Taylor nervously shivered feeling goosebumps for, the black man responded by grinning wickedly at her, showing her his gold grilled smile.

(Author note Taylor Swift FINDS HERSELF ALONE & FOR-FILLS HER WOMANLY NEEDS,TAYLOR SWIFT’S SHAMEFULLY FANTASY, and the upcoming chapters were all part of a unpublished story by me, I realized it would be to long so I’m braking it up, I added He needs some reassurance to ease a troubled conscience, but it was not originally part of the story.)