Fuck it, let her get punished

You shake your head. You're right there and yet Taylor doesn't realize you could solve her problem. One man short? What are you, part of the furniture?

Fuck her, you think, let her go out to her friend and have her dildo fun. She'll be too late anyway. You glance at your phone as she goes through the door. 11:59pm. She'll definitely be too late. And she'll be punished. How exactly, you'll probably never have the pleasure of knowing.

Celebrities. If you never encounter another one, it'll be too soon. Clearly they live in their own world of money, power and apparently, strange sex rituals.

That night you jerk off to thoughts of Taylor Swift spending her whole day fucking guys, ordering them to cum in her mouth, not on her face. The next morning you wake up early and can't help but jerk off again, to thoughts of Taylor toying with those big dildos, and still being punished by her friend... what was her name? Kaykay or something. You have no idea who that is, but in your fantasy you picture her as a sexy blonde dominatrix. You imagine Taylor having to suck on her big tits for punishment, or having to get on her knees and worship her cunt. It doesn't take long to cum.

At work that evening you have to excuse yourself, put out the service bell and step away from the counter one more time to jerk off to thoughts of Taylor. You imagine what could have been if she'd come in and said. "I need to fuck one more man today and you're him!" Then she'd get down on the ground right there, slide out of that ridiculously see-through teddy and spread her legs for you.

You're about to cum when you hear the bell ring. Dammit. You tuck your hard cock back into your pants and go out to wait on your dumb customer.

Taylor Swift stands there waiting for you. You're shocked. Your mind is a flurry of thoughts. You wonder if she can see the thick bulge in your pants. You wonder if, maybe, you want her to.

Today she wears a plain white t-shirt and short jean shorts. Although she's clearly not wearing a bra, you can see her nipples poking through the shirt.

You try to be pleasant. "How did it go last night?" She scowls at you. You try to suppress a smile. "Didn't make it in time then?"

"Kaykay was not pleased." She says, practically snorting steam.

"I hope the punishment wasn't too severe." You tease her.

"Oh, the punishment is ongoing." She says. "It's going to last days, hopefully not longer."

You can't help but ask, and after all, she's here for a reason. "So... what's the punishment?"