Resists

"I'm not your bitch...!" The diva retorts.

"Well, not yet." The waitress replies. She starts to fuck Taylor faster and deeper. "But I am gonna keep fucking you like one. You act tough, but I don't think that'll last...!" The guys let go of her arms and the waitress get completely on top of her, grinding hard.

Taylor props herself up, but it feels too good to push her off. "Ahhh... Ahhh.... Nnmmh! Mmm.... Uh yeah...!" She wraps her legs around the waitress. "Give it to me...! Yeah....! Yeah! Ah..! Ahh...! Yeah!" Her hips gyrate with the other woman's. "Oh baby...! Oh yeah...! Ahh! Ah! Ahh! Ahhhh!"

The waitress gets off her. "Now, that's better. I know every classy girl is repressing a lot of desires. You're innocent on stage, but a needy little slut with something hard between your legs....!" She reaches down and starts rubbing something on Taylors clit.

"Huh...? Hey.... what is that...?" She crosses her legs.

"Just a little booster. You're so repressed, you're gonna need to let a LOT of tension go tonight." She goes behind the bar and picks up the phone.

Swift wanders the bar until she spots the bathroom. The guys follow her until she goes inside. Apperently the rules on that are strictly enforced here. She waits a couple minutes and peeks out. No one seems to be watching, so she quietly slips out the back. The whole place is surrounded by woods. She has no idea where to go, no clothes, and little to no self control. But she does want to leave, so she finds a trail and starts walking.