The Agency Ch. 12 (T. Swift Pt. 04)

The taxi pulled up to my apartment complex and I grabbed my bags and went inside. My apartment was relatively nice, a little small but met the needs of a single guy. With the money I was now making, I contemplated looking for a new nicer apartment, but it didn't make sense being on the road as often as I was.

My neighborhood was rather peaceful in comparison to the hustle and bustle of most of Los Angeles. Many families made it their home, due to the good schools and cheaper cost of living. The neighborhood had been close to my old job and many of my friends, so it definitely served its purpose.

My two and a half week break would serve me well after two full months on the road, and I was excited to get to visit with a few of my friends and sleep in my own bed. Instead of going out to bars, I offered to have most of my friends over. If I was not going to be hitting on women, it didn't make much sense to sit in a loud bar.

Two of my best buds came over almost every night the first week, but the second week both got busy with work. Ever since my night in Houston, I had sporadically texted Jake the Snake for small talk, just to try and build a connection with someone else at The Agency. I found out that he had returned to LA from his most recent assignment, so I invited him to hang out near the end of my second week off.

Jake was the type of guy that just elicited coolness. The way he talked and the way carried himself just put off a confident cool vibe. Jake and I sat around watching football and knocking back a few beers. We talked some about work. It was fun to be able to share some of the sexy experiences I had and to hear about some of the wild romps he had. Much of the rest of the night we talked about things outside of work (our past: family, school life, work, etc.).

I learned that Jake had been a former college football player, which explained his chiseled body, but his dreams of playing professionally got cut short by a knee injury. He was working at a car dealership before Claire had recruited him to The Agency.

The football games ended and Jake finished up his beer before heading home for the night. He had a shorter break than I did and was going to be back on the road the next day. I was glad to have met Jake and formed a friendship, even if it had occurred under unfortunate circumstances.

I began to clean up the trash and empty bottles that were scattered on the coffee table. It had been a good night, but it was about time to turn in for the evening. As I tossed the final two beer bottles in the trash can, I heard a knock on the door.

"Jake must have left something," I said to myself as I glanced over the living room looking for something that had been left behind. I hadn't noticed anything, but went ahead and opened the door.

"Hey, man you forget some-," I stopped surprised to not find Jake at the door. Standing at the door was a beautiful blonde that I knew far too well, Taylor Swift.

"You expecting someone else?" she laughed inviting herself into my apartment.

"Umm, well...," I stammered, "I certainly wasn't expecting to see you. Would you care to have a seat? I can get you a drink if you'd like?"

"That sounds lovely," Taylor said as she sat down on the couch.

I made my way to the kitchen and poured two glasses of the only wine I had in the apartment. I was very caught off guard by Taylor showing up at my apartment, but was slightly excited to get to see her again.

I looked at Taylor as I got the glasses ready and was taken aback by how good she looked. It was rare that I had seen Taylor all fixed up, because she had mostly taken a shower right when she got back from her concerts. She was wearing a black leather trench coat which was tied mid-waist. The black leather paired well with her bright blonde locks that rested on the shoulders of the trench coat.

I made my way to the couch and handed her a glass. I was still incredibly confused by why she was here and how she had figured out where I lived.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked.

Taylor took a small sip from her glass and smiled, "I don't know if you have heard, but my boyfriend and I broke up about a month ago. It just wasn't going to work out being apart as much as we were."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Well, since we broke up, I couldn't stop thinking about our time together. Fi-...no wait, six months ago, gosh that was so long ago. Anyway, six months ago we had shared a pretty awesome connection. I know that you have probably been busy with other stuff, and you may have forgotten, but I just wanted you to know that I haven't."

I laughed, "Trust me, I haven't forgotten about my time with you. It was one of the best three months of my life!"

"Mine too," she smiled, seemingly reassured that I felt the same way, "Anyway, when I broke up with my boyfriend, I hired a Private Investigator to try and figure out a way that I could get in touch with you. My first choice was to call The Agency, but I was informed that you were out on assignment and weren't available for hire at the moment.

"I was bummed, but my investigator called me last week and said that he had tracked down where you lived. When I got back from New York, I knew I needed to see if you were home. Fortunately, you were!"

It was both a little creepy and sweet that she had gone to such efforts to try and find me. Taylor and I had definitely shared a connection while on her tour. We had formed both a great sexual chemistry and friendship over the three months we were together. I had been very busy since my assignment with her, but I definitely hadn't forgotten the moments we shared together.

"Well, I'm glad you found me. I have missed getting to hang out with you. You really should have tours more often," I winked, "Why don't you let me take your coat and you can stay a while and we can catch up?"

Taylor smiled slyly and stood from the couch to remove her coat. She untied the knot of her trench coat and pulled it off to reveal a hot pink bra and lacy pink thong.

As surprised as I was by her presence at the door, I was now even more surprised to see her half naked in my living room. The bra cupped her boobs forward, almost like they were being held out as an offering to me. Her cute thin figure swayed a little, as she seemed to know how sexy I thought she looked.

My face must have shown my surprise, because Taylor giggled and crawled on top of my lap. She began to kiss me and my body fell relaxed. Her soft lips were soothing against mine. Her tongue felt at home swirling against mine. I rubbed her back with my hands as we kissed.

I felt like a teenager who has his girlfriend over for the first time without any parental supervision. We made out like we were experiencing it for the first time and thought that it may be our last. My hands explored her body, re-familiarizing myself with every inch of her delicate white skin. She took the time to strip me down to my underwear, between kisses.

Her touch, her kiss and even her smell felt so right. I may have been tired before Taylor showed up, but I was now wide awake. My body began to warm up, as Taylor's warm body radiated onto mine. My dick was dripping wet from Taylor's sexy hot body.

As we continued to make out, I lifted Taylor and myself off the couch and headed for my bedroom. Her long legs wrapped around me waist, as she never missed a beat with her kisses. I popped open her bra and slid it off her body as I set her on the edge of my bed. I slid off her thong and my boxer briefs. I took a brief second to take in the view of her naked body seated on my bed.

I had missed her breasts and that cute little butt of hers. The taste of her pussy juices returned to my taste buds as I remembered going down on her those evening's on the tour bus. My attraction to Taylor was now doubled because I was both attracted to her physically, but also to the mental memories I had of us from before.

I pushed Taylor back onto the bed and lapped my tongue against her cleanly shaven slit. Those wonderful pussy juices tasted even better than I had remembered. I could have stayed down on her for the rest of the night, but my dick was aching to be inside her. I gave a few quick final licks to hold my tongue over and proceeded to climb on top of her.

I hovered over top of Taylor's body and glided myself into her. Her pussy welcomed me quickly, as we were both very wet from the foreplay. As I began to thrust, Taylor closed her eyes and smiled. We had both obviously missed this.

I leaned down and kissed Taylor's neck as my thrusts continued. Her moans began as she whispered my name with pleasure. She suddenly took her body and flipped me over, so that she was now on top of me.

She had her hands pressed firmly on my chest and looked down and our eyes met. I saw something in Taylor's eyes that I had never seen before, it was passionate but serious. She leaned down and kissed me as she began to move her body on top of mine.

"Yes, fuck me Taylor," I grunted as I could feel my excitement growing inside.

The motivation urged her on has her pace quickened, to where she was almost violently rocking on top of me. I reached up and held her breasts as they swayed uncontrollably on her chest. She began to scream louder and louder. Suddenly, she clinched and let out a mighty scream followed by gasps for breath as she reached her orgasm.

I too was so close to cumming and began to quickly sway my hips as she laid her head down on my chest. She continued to breathe heavily as my thrusting was only prolonging the orgasm that was holding her captive. A few seconds later, I took reached my climax and began to pump my cum deep inside her.

It took us a minute or two to finally recover from the orgasms we had just achieved. I still lay inside her and could feel her pussy clinching around me as the aftershocks of the orgasm continued to work inside her.

Taylor finally rolled off me and laid just her head on my shoulder, with her arm wrapped around my chest. We were both too tired to move and I quickly drifted to sleep.

The next morning, I awoke to see Taylor rolling herself out of bed. She walked with a little bit of a hobble, almost like she was sore from the night before. Taylor began to put on her pink underwear, and I took the moment to take in one final glimpse of her beautiful body.

"Thank you so much for last night," she said smiling at me as I reclined in the bed, "I needed to see you so badly, and couldn't wait another four months for another tour to come along. I really wish I had you around every day."

"Well you know where to find me now," I chuckled as I got out of bed and followed her into the living room.

Taylor wrapped herself back up in her black coat and headed for the door. We gave each other a brief kiss before she finally took a deep breath and forced herself out the door. I flopped onto my couch and tried to wrap my head around the night I had just experienced, but it seemed almost like a perfect dream. It felt so incredibly good to be with Taylor again.

Two days later, I was doing some cleaning around the house when my cell phone rang. The caller id showed that it was Eliza, so I answered the call.

"Come to the office, now!" she ordered before hanging up the phone.

I wasn't due to leave for my next job for a few days, but I figured that Eliza may want to discuss what my next job entailed or some additional training that they wanted to provide.

It took about 20 minutes for me to get downtown to the office. When I stepped inside Gladdis, the old receptionist, looked up from some papers and shot me a very alarmed look.

"Go straight back to Eliza's office," she said with a little tremble in her voice.

I was a little concerned about the reaction that Gladdis gave me. Normally, she was very friendly and wanted to make some playful small talk when I arrived, but her mood was very different on this occasion.

I went back to Eliza's office and the door was open with Eliza standing inside.

"Ahh, Joe, thank you for coming down on such short notice," she said smiling which put me back at ease, "Please take a seat."

I sat down as Eliza made her way to the other side of the desk and took a seat in her chair.

"Have you had a good couple of weeks off?" Eliza inquired.

"Yeah, they have been pretty nice and relaxing," I said, "I am having a much easier time this time around with the time off."

"I bet you are," Eliza said with a little snippiness in her tone.

The snippiness should have alarmed me that everything was not okay, but I didn't catch the cue in the moment. I was completely blindsided for what happened next.

"The reason I called you down today, was I wanted you to take a look at a few pictures for me and tell me what you see," Eliza said as she picked up a folder and lay in down on her desk.

I reached over and opened the folder finding an 8x10 photo paper clipped inside. I immediately recognized the location, as it was the outside of my apartment building, taken from the park across the street. Cars lined the street, as it appeared to be early morning or late evening, based on the sunlight.

"This is my apartment building," I said, confused as to why I had driven all the way downtown to look at a picture of my apartment building.

"Yes, I know it is. Why don't you take a look at the other few pictures that are paper clipped behind it?"

I flipped over to the next picture and saw an image of someone dressed in black exiting the apartment building door. The next photo was clearly Taylor as she walked toward her blacked out Range Rover. The final photo was her getting into her car, further cementing that it was indeed Taylor Swift.

"Care to tell me why the FUCK Taylor Swift is leaving your apartment building at six in the morning?" Eliza said transitioning her tone from nice to pissed mid-sentence.

I looked back down at the pictures and my heart began to race. I flipped back through the images, as if I was somehow going to find an explanation in the photo that would change Eliza's emotions.

"Well?!?" Eliza barked.

"She stayed the night with me, two nights ago," I said as calmly as I could.

"Oh, so you two spent the night," Eliza said as her voice changed to a condescendingly happy tone, "I'm sorry, I didn't think that you may have invited the world's biggest pop star over for a slumber party. Did you all pop popcorn and watch a movie? Maybe, you made some cookies and then built a fort in your living room? Or maybe, you just fucked her brains out?"

Eliza was now staring back at me, as if I was supposed to respond to what she had just said. I wasn't sure if she was pausing for a response, or just to let her condescending remark sink in. After a few moments passed, I decided that she must have been looking for a response.

"Uhh, it was probably more like the last option," I shyly replied.

"NO SHIT IT WAS THE LAST ONE!" Eliza screamed as I now realized that the questions had been rhetorical, "Do you have any idea how much trouble this could get this entire agency into?"

"So, what?" I responded with a suddenly renewed sense of confidence, "You hired someone to camp outside my house and spy on me, which I really don't appreciate, and he noticed that Taylor Swift happened to stop by. How does that get The Agency in trouble?" I sat back with a certain type of swagger that showed that I wasn't afraid of Eliza's tough talk.

Eliza sat back in her chair and laughed, which made me uneasy again.

"You think that we waste our time and money by sending a photographer to camp in the bushes in the park across the street from your apartment? I realize that we spend money very loosely here, but give us some credit that we wouldn't waste it on that.

"No, this is a photo taken by paparazzi that works for one of the celebrity gossip magazines, which by the way published these photos in their new edition today. Taylor Swift is one of the most famous stars in a town full of stars. She literally has paparazzi that follow her every second of every day, when she is not at home. The only time that paparazzi are not around is when she is on tour, because she never leaves her tour bus, which is why our company sends our associates to her during those times.

"Now the rumors are swirling around that Taylor has a new man in her life, because she went into an apartment late at night and exited early the next morning with her hair strewn about, like she had a wild night of sex.

"This would be news worthy no matter what, but it is even more news worthy because it happened in the middle of fucking suburbia where no self-respecting star even stops to pump their gas. One plus one would equal two, if she was seen coming out of a house in Bel Air; but instead one plus tomato equals who the fuck knows, because she is seen walking out of an apartment building that is full of families and guys who used to work at RadioShack.

"Media is going to be swarming that area for the next few days trying to figure out whom Taylor's mystery man is, even though she released a statement saying that she was visiting an old family friend, which no one in their right mind believes. So to answer your question, that is how The Agency gets in trouble!"

Eliza slammed her hand down on her desk as she finished her rant and stared back across the desk at me. Her eyes wrinkled up as if she was trying to fight back an anger that was inside her.

"Is this about us?" I asked.

"Oh you've got to be freaking kidding me!" Eliza let out as the leaned back in her seat rubbing her hands against her head.

"No, I think you are jealous that I actually got laid by someone else who didn't pay me for it. I know about you and George Clooney, and how you wanted more with him but he turned you down for some gorgeous model. You are jealous that my client actually likes me enough to stop by because she missed me just that much, because you wish that George had done that with you.

"No one is going to find out that it was me because I am a normal looking guy and I know how to lie. If anyone asks if I saw Taylor Swift, I will turn into the biggest fan boy in the world and pretend like I am so upset that I missed 'The Taylor Swift' in my very apartment building. And by the way, only Kenny worked at RadioShack. The other two guys used to work at Circuit City. If you are going to make fun of guys who worked at failed electronic stores, at least get your facts straight."

I stood up from my chair and made my way toward the office door.

"Sit your ass back down, I am not done talking to you," Eliza barked as she pointed back at my seat. I sat back down in a huff.

"First of all, you are damn right that you will make sure that no one finds out it is you. It is your duty in life to make sure that no one finds out that you have anything to do with a celebrity.

"Secondly, you are to never, and I repeat, NEVER are to have a client over at your apartment. Don't invite them, and if they somehow find you, turn them away kindly. Paparazzi follow these people all the time and it takes just one slip up to ruin our entire organization.

"Thirdly, you will not have sex with any client without getting paid for it. We schedule all of your rendezvous, because this is a business and we are the only ones with the expertise to set up meetings without getting caught. You are a multi-million dollar asset to this company, and we cannot afford to you giving away our business for free, while risking the integrity of the company. I have already talked to Taylor and reinforced that you two are not to meet up unless we schedule it.

"Lastly, I don't know where the hell you found out about who my past clients were, but I warn you that if you ever bring something like that up again, I will cut your dick off and throw it in the mother fucking ocean. You don't ever pretend like you know what I have been through! You are so new to this job that you barely know left from right. Taylor Swift does not love you; she just looks at you as a nice piece of ass that she can fuck for the right price. Celebrities don't fall in love with normal people like us, but they sure do love the wild sex we can provide them. That is all you will ever be to any of these clients: a fetish."