The truth

You're too lazy to make something up after the stressful episode with the hostages, even though Taylor Swift doesn't seem to recognize you.

"I'm the mayor."

"Of New York?" she asks blankly.

"Yes. I thought you lived here."

"I do... Oh, I guess I don't really pay attention to politics and stuff. Why are you here?"

"I'm just checking in on security here. There was a major incident at the stock exchange earlier," you say, walking slowly closer to Taylor.

"Oh. Cool, thanks," she responds and pauses, staring at you in the mirror. "Is that it? Do you need anything else?"

She clearly wants to be left alone, but you've already seen how sexy she looks now and you want her. You put a hand on her shoulder, "Taylor, I want you."

To her credit, she doesn't flinch or panic. "I've heard that thousand times from many disgusting men. If you don't take your hand off me, I'm going to scream and that 200 pound man standing outside the door is going to come in and pound you into the ground," she says, sitting still and looking at you in the mirror.

"Oh? What's his name?" you ask mockingly.

"Andrew."

"Andrew! Come in here a sec!" you shout, and reach behind your back to activate your mind control ring. The bodyguard comes in and Taylor immediately gets up and points at you. "Andrew, throw him out. I don't care if he's the mayor or not." While the door is open, you can hear loud music outside and the bodyguard would not have heard you if he hadn't been standing right outside the door.

Before the burly bodyguard can move, you raise your hands and say, "Andrew. Close the door behind you and come over here." He does as you commands. When he's in front of you, you tip toe and whisper into his ear so that Taylor can't hear you say, "You will do as I command and obey every word, while ignoring Taylor. Nod if you understand."

Andrew the bodyguard nods.

"What's going on? Andrew, what's he saying to you?" Taylor asks as you deactivate the mind control ring. Your back is facing her and you take off your jacket and tie, tossing it to the ground without saying anything else.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Taylor asks when you start unbuttoning your shirt and taking off your pants. Soon, you're naked and Taylor can't make sense of what's going on as she keeps imploring the bodyguard to do something about you.

Finally, you turn around and Taylor gasps when she sees your hard cock pointing at her. "Taylor, last chance."

"Fuck you!" she shouts.

"Okay. Andrew, grab her and rip her clothes off," you command and the bodyguard moves towards her.

"What? Andrew! Stop it!" Taylor screams as she tries to fight him off. Nobody outside can hear her and you standing there stroking your cock while watching Taylor's futile struggle against the bodyguard who's three times her size. He tries to pull her dress up at first, but she won't allow it, so he just pulls at it from all directions until the material starts to rip. "Please! Stop! No, no, no!" Taylor begs, as the material gives way and the bodyguard tears it off her body, leaving her naked except for her matching heels.

Her breasts are pretty perky and you're actually surprised, since you remember her being quite flat-chested a few years back, but it looks like she's really grown into them. The room is kind of cold, and her nipples are erect. Her pussy is completely bare, likely to avoid any embarrassments during her many costume changes, and you catch a glimpse of it before she covers it with one hand. Her other hand is being held in the bodyguard's iron grip.

"Andrew, would you please be a pal and get her wet for me with your fingers?" you say, taking a step closer to enjoy the show.

"No! Andrew, please! What would your wife say? She's probably hanging out outside the room with the other dancers!" Taylor tries to appeal to the bodyguard, unaware of what you've done to him.

The bodyguard grabs her other arm and his hands are so big that he's able to hold both of her wrist together above her with one hand, and uses the other to finger her pussy. Taylor struggles against his thick finger as you walk around her and grope her breasts from behind while peppering kisses on her shoulders and back of her neck. You make sure that she can feel your cock pressing against her ass cheeks.

"Please..." Taylor whimpers through her tears. "I'll do anything."