Couple of weeks later at her house

You park your Mercedes S in front of Taylor Swift’s LA house. You are here to show her the movie offers you have secured for her. Ever since you last encounter she has been avoiding you, but meeting in her house had made her feel secure enough. A female assistant leads you to a room meant as an office of sorts. Taylor is in a dress reaching down to her knees. Her hair is in a ponytail and she is wearing a pair of glasses intended to make her look serious, but instead they make her look like a sexy librarian.

“Hello Mr. Doe, what offers do you have for me?” She asks you after you exchange greetings. You hand over a folder to her and look with amusement as she quickly closes it back after glancing in. Her face blushes as she stare at you. On top of the pages, you had put the panties she forgot in your office.

“Maybe it will be better to discuss the offers privately Ms. Swift.” You propose, carefully keeping your professional demeanor. She agrees and sends off her perplexed assistants. She stands before you upset.
“John, you can’t treat me like…” You cut her off when you get up and kiss her. Your hand grabs her ponytail, pulling her head backwards. She quickly surrenders as your other hands squeeze her perky tits over her dress.

“Yes I can. We have a contract.” You tell her as your hand travels down her stomach and between her legs. “Let’s be honest Taylor, your body likes this.” She weakly tries to deny. “So if I reach under that pretty dress your cunt wouldn’t be wet?”

“Please Mr. Doe” She does not seem sure whether she pleads you to stop or continue. You reach under the skirt and pull down her soaked panties.

“I’ll expect you this Friday evening at my place. We’ll talk about your future with my agency in length.” You tell her as you put her wet panties in your pocket. “Wear something hot and don’t make other plans before the next afternoon.”

“I look forward to your visit, Ms. Swift.” You tell the flustered star as you leave.