The Agency Ch. 02 (T. Swift Pt. 01)

As I walked off the jetway at Nashville International Airport, I realized my new journey was about to begin. Taylor Swift was starting her new tour in her old hometown. As I walked down to baggage claim, I saw a group of people holding signs with names on them. It caught my eye because amongst the signs I saw "Joe Williams- The Agency".

I walked up to him and said, "Hi, I'm Joe Williams. I am assuming you are the ride that Eliza arranged for me?"

"Yes, sir," the driver said in his southern-accent, "C'mon with me. I already have your bag in the car."

As we walked out of the terminal we approached a large black Tahoe with blacked out windows. He opened the backseat door and gestured for me to get in. I got inside and buckled up as we pulled away from the airport.

"I was supposed to give this to you. I don't know what it is, but you are supposed to read it before we get to the arena." The driver handed back a sealed manila envelope. I opened it up and found a letter that had The Agency's logo at the top:

Joe,

Congratulations on your first assignment with the agency! Your first assignment is the highest profile assignment that we have ever given a rookie, but we feel that you are up to the task and fit well with our client.

As you know, Taylor Swift will be our client. To give you a briefing on what to expect from her:

Age: 26

Height: 5'10"

Hair Color: Blonde

Measurements: 34-24-33

Bra Size: 32B

Pubic Hair: Shaved

Sexual Experience: Mild

Favorite Position: Cowgirl

Personality: Playful

We offer our clients any package they desire. Some of our clients are more hardcore and want someone they can abuse or be rough with. Others are interested in someone that shares interests in drugs and/or alcohol. Taylor, however, is looking for a "road husband" package. We realize that Taylor only falls in line with some of your physical preferences, but on most of the other tests you all lined up perfectly. This task is easier from a sexual standpoint, which makes it good for rookies, but is still difficult because it requires a lot more than just being good in bed. Now don't get confused, you will still be asked for a lot of sex, but there will be more to your assignment than just banging it out.

The "Road Husband Package" is a package often selected by those who are married or dating someone. As you may have heard, Taylor is dating Calvin Harris, a popular DJ. This prevents him from being able to join her on the road and can lead her to needing an outlet for sexual release. By purchasing your services, she has been guaranteed to have these needs fulfilled without risking any STDs or embarrassing publicity.

You will also be asked to provide more friendly support as well. On these tours, most people are worried about getting their jobs done, so Taylor does not have any real friends around to be with. She will likely want to sit with you and talk about her day. Your job is to listen and respond appropriately. Don't make it about you at all, but still seem invested in what she has to say. She may also want to do things like watch movies together cuddled up or take a hot bath together. Whatever she requests, do it and enjoy it. The customer is always right! The more our client enjoys her time with you, the higher your tip will be (and trust us, these tips can get very high). Make sure to be invested in the client, but don't build a romantic connection with them. Your assignment ends at the end of the tour and that is as far as this relationship can go.

The last thing we ask is that you do things special for her. Try to pick up on some things she likes and bring her surprises. If she likes flowers, bring her some. If she has been talking about a food she is craving, go get it. We have included in this envelope a credit card for any purchases that you need to make for your assignment.

In the envelope you will also find a badge. These will be your credentials that allow you access to Taylor's bus and will also provide a cover story for you. You have been assigned "Director of Hospitality" for the tour, which is intentionally nondescript. Try to avoid being noticed and make sure to never mention your actual assignment to anyone.

Once again, we wish you the best of luck on this assignment. I believe this will be a successful venture for you. Let us know if you need anything from us.

Eliza

As I folded up the letter and slid it into my bag, I looked up and saw that we were arriving at the arena. We pulled up to a garage door at the rear of the arena and a security guard approached the vehicle.

"Credentials, please!" The guard barked.

"You have your credentials?" The driver turned back to me and asked.

I handed forward my badge and the guard glanced it over and then told the driver some directions of where to drive. We pulled into the basement of the arena, which was filled with trailers of what I can only assume was concert equipment. Eventually we pulled up to a large bus and the driver stopped.

"Alright son, this is your stop," the driver said as he made his way out of the car and to the trunk to grab my bags. I thanked him for his help and took my bags and walked up to the bus as he pulled away. The bus was very large and dark black with a gold stripe running down the side. I took a deep breath and knocked on the bus door.

"Come in!" a female's voice said from inside. I opened the door and walked in to find an older woman sitting on a couch. "Hello Joe!" the woman said, "I am Mary, Taylor's agent. I am the only one on this tour besides Taylor that knows why you are here. Let me give you a quick tour before I have to leave." I sat my bags down and followed her as she walked quickly down a hallway on the bus.

"This bus is the largest bus currently being made so there is a lot to see." We walked up to a door in the tight hallway. "This is the bathroom," Mary said as she let me look into the surprising large room, "it is equipped with a large jacuzzi tub/shower combo. Ok, let's keep moving." Mary continued to rush down the hallway and walked up to a door at the end of the hallway. "This is the bedroom, in here we have a king sized bed and flat screened TV. Alright, let's keep moving."

We walked back to the main living area where there was a kitchen and large living room with a TV.

"This is the living area. Sorry to rush, but I really don't have time to show around Taylor's side piece," she said with a lot of distain in her voice. "Taylor is getting ready for the concert tonight. She will be down here around midnight when she gets done with the concert and meet and greets. Make yourself at home. I suggest that you think about taking a nap and trying to get more on Taylor's schedule. You have a long night ahead of you."

Mary walked out of the room in a huff without saying goodbye. As unpleasant as she was, I thought her advice was good. It would be beneficial to try and get some sleep before I met Taylor. I kicked off my shoes and laid down on the long and soft couch. I fell asleep watching TV, last time I had looked at the clock it was 8:30.

I rolled over from my slumber and nearly fell off the couch. This alarmed me enough to wake me up fully. I looked at the clock on the wall and it said 11:30. I had slept way longer than I had intended. I had 30 minutes until Taylor showed up. Now, panic set in. What should I be doing when she shows up? Should I be laid out naked on her bed? Sitting on the couch watching TV? Making her French toast in the kitchen? It was in this moment that it finally sunk in that I had no clue what I was doing in this job. I had been so confident up until this point, but now with only minutes to spare it finally registered what I had signed up for.

"Calm down, Joe!" I said aloud to myself. I sat on the couch and took a few deep breaths to try and calm myself down. This isn't that complicated. I thought back to Eliza's note. I'm the road husband, what would a husband being doing when his wife got home from work? I thought back to my parents and realized that my mom always got home before my dad, but she would normally be reading a magazine on the couch when dad would get home. It seemed like a lame idea, but it was all that I had in the moment. I grabbed a magazine from the coffee table and began to thumb through it.

As I began to read an article on some tribe in Nigeria, I realized that National Geographic wasn't soothing my nervousness, so I mearly stared at the page pretending to read. After a few minutes of nervous staring I had begun to calm down. It was at that moment that I heard the door handle jiggle and the door open up.

"Okay, I'll be ready for rehearsal at 3:30 tomorrow. You don't need to be so rude about it, Mary!" I could hear from outside. I saw the blonde haired beauty walk in the door and I couldn't help but stare. I was still holding my magazine but my plan of looking cool was gone as I was just staring at the tall thin pop star. She walked in and kicked off her silver colored high heels. Taylor was wearing a sparkly red dress, which was obviously one of her outfits for the show. It was short, but still tasteful and hugged her body to show her assets without showing any skin.

"Hi, I'm Taylor! You must be Joe!" she said smiling.

"Uhh, yeah that's me." I said stumbling over my words. I was beating myself in my head for sounding so stupid.

"Well I'm glad it is you," she chuckled, "I really need to get cleaned up. I'm going to take a shower, but then I'd really like to get to know you a little better. Why don't you go on back to the bedroom and make yourself comfortable?"

I got up and walked behind her down the narrow hallway and went in to the bedroom portion of the bus, as she had turned into the bathroom. I thought over what she had said as I could hear her in the shower. Does she want to have sex right now? She said she wants to get to know me, which sounds like talking, but why would we do that in the bedroom? What does make yourself comfortable mean? Should I get undressed? I heard the water cut off in the shower.

I needed to do something. I decided to take my shirt off and just be in my shorts. This was how I would sit around many times at home, so she couldn't accuse me of not making myself comfortable. I jumped onto the bed and leaned up against the pillows. The bedroom door opened and in walked Taylor with a blue towel wrapped around her body and around her hair.

"Glad to see you've made yourself comfortable," she said as she shut the door behind her. "Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"

"Well, my name is Joe and I'm from Los Angeles. Up until a few weeks ago, I worked in sales," I said as she seemed to be interested in what I had to say. She walked over to her dresser and set down the outfit she had been wearing earlier, while still making eye contact with me and smiling. "I've lived a pretty normal life up until this point. This job has been a pretty big adventure for me. But enough about me, how did your concert go tonight." Remembering that Eliza had said not to make this about myself.

"It went pretty well actually! We had a few glitches here and there but that is normal for the start of a tour." Taylor continued to talk about the night and reached up and pulled off the towel that had been wrapped around her body. I tried desperately to pay attention to what she was saying, but I couldn't help but focus on her naked body that stood before me. Her lightly tanned skin was still a little red from the hot shower she had just taken. Her body was slim but had a more fit tone to it then I had expected. Her B cup breasts sat perky on her chest and her areoles were red and larger than I had expected them to be. Her stomach was flat and tight. Her vagina was clean shaven and you could see the top part of her slit showing as she stood in front of me. I could feel my penis stiffening inside my shorts. It was so arousing to be staring at this celebrity naked in front of me, when she goes to every effort to be modest in public. "So all in all, it was a pretty good night."

"Well I'm glad that it went pretty well. I'm sure you'll get those minor things worked out, but speaking from experience concert goers don't really notice that minor stuff," I said, thankful I had heard enough to give an intelligent response.

Taylor smiled at me and removed the towel from her head. Her shorter blonde hair fell out of it and was still a little damp. She turned around and looked in the mirror on the wall and began to brush her hair. This gave me a great look at her butt which was maybe her best asset. It wasn't large but still had a nice bubble to it. It like the rest of her body was lightly tanned, which lead me to believe that she had done some nude sunbathing at some point recently.

She set down her brush and jumped onto the bed and scooted next to me, still naked.

"I know that this situation is a little awkward, but I'm really glad to have someone like you here with me on the tour. I am the type of person that needs companionship and I really think that this will help make the long time on tour better for me."

In that moment, there was something in her eyes that I picked up on. It was almost a lonely look. As someone that had been doing concert tours since she was young, I could see how you could become lonely and want someone there. I was the someone that was supposed to be there for her. I reached over and placed my hand on her neck and slowly went in and kissed her soft red lips. We held our lips together for only a few seconds, but the connection made it seem a lot longer than that.

"That's why I'm here. I'm here for you," I said looking into her eyes. "My goal is to make this the best tour that you have ever had."

She smiled and you could tell that it comforted her to hear that. She leaned back in and kissed me, this time our kiss locked in for longer. She got up and threw her leg over top of me and straddled my hips and began to kiss me. Now our kisses were more than just locking lips, she began to rub her tongue against mine as we kissed and she rubbed her hands against my chest. I held her hips with my hands and slipped one hand down to massage her butt cheek. Her cheek was incredibly soft and felt good to squeeze in my hand. I then slid my hand up her side and began to rub her breast with my fingers. I could tell she liked this by the way her kissing began to intensify. I gave her ass a light playful smack and she let out a little chuckle.

She pulled away from our kiss and slid back down straddling me around my feet. She reached up and grabbed my shorts and slid them down as far as she could. You could see my cock bowed up in my gray satin boxer briefs, as the fabric was doing all it could to keep it contained. She looked up and smiled at me and then slid down my underwear. As she slid it down my cock flipped out and was laying up in the air, fully erect with a drop of precum bubbling out of the head.

Her looked turned a little more aggressive after seeing my throbbing cock. She reached up and grabbed it and set her lips on the head of my dick. She took a look up at me and could see the enjoyment on my face. She then slid my cock into her mouth and I could feel her tongue circling around my head. She then began move her head up and down on my shaft and slid her hand along with it. I could feel the precum sliding through me and out of my dick.

I was enjoying her blowjob so much, but I knew I needed to pace myself. I grabbed her shoulders and flipped her over to the other side of the bed I pulled her to the head of the bed and then crouched down between her legs. I spread her legs apart and got a better look at her tight pussy. Her pussy looked just as innocent as her stereotype. Her pussy lips were tight and smooth and laid on a nicely protruded mound.

I took my finger and slid it along her smooth slit. As I slid down along it I could feel her warm sticky juices coming out of her. I wiggled my finger and it slid into her without any issue. I then slid it out and tried a second finger with it. This time I met a little more resistance but was still able to slip inside. I turned my fingers inside of her so that the bottom of my hand was facing her belly and I began to rub the inside of her pussy. I rubbed my fingers gently against her G-spot and she let out a light but long moan.

As I rubbed her with my fingers I moved my face down and began to kiss her inner thigh and around her pussy. I then slid my tongue along her slit until I found her hard clit. I slipped my fingers out and slipped my arms under her legs and held on to her waist so I could keep her close to my face. I massaged her clit with my tongue. Alternating between liking it up and down and in circles, with varying amounts of pressure. Taylor arched her back and let out three loud moans. Her vagina was soaked with her juices and my saliva and it began to roll down my chin and drip onto her bed.

"Ohhhh, let me get on you Joe. I need to feel you inside of me!" Taylor screamed between moans.

I gave her a couple quick licks and then rolled off of her so that she could mount me. My dick was oozing precum everywhere. She sprung up and straddled me again and placed her hips over top of me. She slowly lowered herself and the head of my cock began to press against her opening. Her slit enveloped my head and quickly my shaft. She felt so warm and tight. Every movement of her body sent pleasure through my cock. She began to slide her hips forward and backward rubbing her clit against my body.

We were both moaning and breathing heavily. I grabbed her breasts and rubbed them as she rode. Occasionally I would sit up and suck on her nipple as I played with her perky tits.

"Joe, I'm getting so close," Taylor said breathlessly. "Oh my God, you feel so good!! Ohhh ohhhh OHHHHH!!" She let out a tremendous moan and he body tightened up, held captive by her powerful orgasm. I grabbed her hips and began to rock them quickly to try and keep her orgasm going.

"OH MY GOSH, JOE!! Yes!!" she screamed.

I could feel her juices flowing out and down my balls.

"Lay on your belly," I told her as her orgasm subsided.

She slid off my cock and laid face down on the bed. I got behind her and slid my tip into her vagina and slid it forward into her. I began to slide my body up and down along her with my lower belly rubbing against her soft ass. I was pushing my cock as deep in her as I could as she was moaning heavily into the sheets.

"I'm so close again, Joe. Cum with me!" she could barely get out as she was gasping for breath.

I began to pound harder and could feel the pressure inside me ready to cum. She was moaning faster and faster until she finally let out a scream of pleasure. That was enough to put me over the edge. My dick flexed as I orgasmed in my thrust. I felt my cum shooting up inside her. After a few seconds the orgasm subsided and I slid out of her and laid beside her on the bed. She turned and laid her head on my chest as we both panted trying to catch our breath.

"Wow," she said as she began to catch her breath, "it doesn't get much better than that."

Her still damp hair felt cool against my chest and was beginning to cool me off. I wrapped my arm around her and held her close as we both dozed off exhausted.

I awoke with Taylor asleep on my chest. Poor girl must have been exhausted from performing a full concert and from our sexual escapades. I slipped out from the bed, still naked and make my way into the living area of the bus. I began to look through the kitchen for something to make her for breakfast. In the pantry I found some pancake mix. As I made breakfast I started to brew some coffee. The pot was almost done brewing when the pancakes came off the griddle and the smell must have woken Taylor up.

"Mmmm, what smells so good," she said as she walked in wearing a pink shear Victoria Secret robe. The robe was flowy but still fit nicely against her body. You could see her boobs through the shear material and the sight of her nipples made my dick grow. She came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me and hugged me from behind, kissing the top of my back. "Maybe later you can find something else to pour maple syrup on," Taylor said giving me a wink.