A Party Like No Other
Starring: Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Hailee Steinfeld, Zendaya Coleman, Miley Cyrus, Elle Fanning, Demi Lovato, Chloe Moretz, Victoria Justice, Ariel Winter, Sarah Hyland & Ariana Grande
Taylor Swift was stood before a full length mirror in the luxury master bedroom of her large Beverly Hills home, her full, pouty lips puckered like they’d been shot full of Botox as she applied a thick layer of shiny pink gloss. It was just coming up to 2 on a hot late May afternoon and Taylor had not long returned home from a lengthy gym session intended to flush out the excesses of the night before.
The 2018 Billboard Music Awards had been held the previous evening and, having scooped gongs for Top Female Artist and Top Selling Album, the blonde-haired popstar had been in the mood for celebrating. She’d hit the after party, then the after after-party; swigging Dom Perignon straight from the bottle and necking shot after shot of God-only-knew-what until the sun came up.
To say she’d felt a little worse wear when she woke at 11 that morning would be putting it mildly. But Taylor had been plagued by worse hangovers in the past, and knew it was nothing that a smoothie, a workout and good old sweat session in the sauna wouldn’t take care of. And, sure enough, the young singer was feeling right as rain by the time she’d left her local health club.
The celebrations the evening before, however, had only been the beginning. Taylor had never needed much of an excuse to throw a party and, true to form, the sexy songstress had organised a get together for her nearest and dearest that very afternoon. She'd jumped in the shower when she returned home and got to readying herself for the day’s proceedings.
The party was to be a casual affair and Taylor had dressed accordingly. She'd scoured her walk-in closet; sifting through the dozens upon dozens of designer garments hanging up within, the singer finally landing upon a navy and white striped summer dress and eased her lithe, athletic frame into the tight-fitting garment.
The dress clung snugly to her body, showcasing every one of her delectable curves in equal measure- most notably, her perky B cup chest and round, peachy backside. The expensive garment cut off around an inch or two below her ass; displaying her smoothly waxed legs in all their long, slender glory. A matching set of designer flats adorned her dainty little feet, rounding off the sexy outfit.
With her clothes taken care of, Taylor got to dolling herself up for the afternoon get together. There was a small oak table to her right; with upturned designer makeup bags sat on all four sides, all manner of costly, top of the range beauty products spilling out across the varnished surface.
Taylor’s lightly curled hair fell gracefully about her shoulders; all kinds of expensive shampoos and conditioners giving the golden locks the shine and bounce of an actress in a L’Oreal commercial. Her neatly styled bangs were swept to the side and held in place with enough hairspray to single handedly eradicate the Earth’s ozone layer. Her freshly lotioned skin had been dabbed with various powders and foundations, while all manner of shadows and mascaras brought out the bright ocean blues of her eyes.
All in all, Taylor didn’t look but a cent short of a million bucks, and once her lengthy makeup routine had been completed, the pretty popstar headed downstairs to check on the preparations for her party. The singer had hired a team of caterers to organise her little shindig and by the time she’d made it downstairs her lavishly decorated lounge had been kitted out for a soiree that would put Prince Harry’s wedding reception to shame.
Two white, ceiling-high speakers capable of deafening an Indian elephant had been wheeled in; Taylor’s pre-made Spotify playlist playing quietly in the background. Every available surface had been covered in pristine white cloths; neatly displayed buffets stretched out across them as far as the eye could see. Boards of the finest French cheese. Bowls of freshly picked strawberries, raspberries and cherries. Bunches of grapes. Olives, smoked salmon, shrimp, oysters, caviar. Every luxury food item known to man had been carefully prepared and set out in wait of Taylor’s guests.
What’s more, her bar had been re-stocked with more liquor than a 1920’s speakeasy. Bottles of vodka, whiskey, gin, rum, brandy, tequila and everything in between lined the freshly varnished surface, while the finest Chardonnays and Pinot Noirs this side of Paris filled shelf after shelf underneath. Countless bottles of champagne lay in adjacent mini-fridges, while more still cooled in ice buckets dotted throughout the sizeable room.
Taylor surveyed the scene, the blonde beauty marvelling in the work of her diligent band of caterers when the doorbell chimed. She uttered an excited ‘eeek’; realising it was her guests starting to arrive, and went to answer the door. Over the next quarter an hour, famous glammed up young women flooded through Taylor’s front door in their pairs and threes, and before long the singer’s guests were numbering into the double figures.
They were; Selena Gomez, Hailee Steinfeld, Zendaya Coleman, Miley Cyrus, Elle Fanning, Demi Lovato, Chloe Moretz, Victoria Justice, Ariel Winter, Sarah Hyland and Ariana Grande. All were dolled to the nines with nothing but the finest beauty products and kitted out in casual designer summer wear as they congregated in Taylor’s lounge; the scene a veritable ocean of tight fitting tops, skimpy denim short shorts, expensive sneakers, shiny jewelry, exquisitely styled hair and smooth, beach bronzed skin.
The ladies took to the plush leather couches- scoffing costly hors d'oeuvres and sinking glass after glass of Dom Perignon; laughing, joking and chatting about all the things girls like to talk about. Work, shopping, exercise, yoga, dieting, beauty. They complimented one another on their outfits, hair, makeup and accessories. They compared manicures and exchanged tips for a host of expensive procedures; like spray tans, facials and teeth whitening.
It didn’t take long for the ladies to drain each of the champagne bottles and as Taylor fetched more from behind the bar, the conversation moved into more risque territory; boys. They talked a lot about boys. In fact, they were sharing their cellphones around like some kind of invasive parlour game; the girls exchanging photos of shirtless hunks and grainy, anonymous dick pics like vintage baseball cards.
As the fizz continued to flow, the conversation heated up even further; the girls discussing their respective blowjob techniques and swapping pointers on how to make a guy erupt in their pretty young mouths. Some of the girls even demonstrated their sucking style on the necks of empty champagne bottles and received whoops and hollers of encouragement from the surrounding crowd. Before long, the girls had ran out of champagne and Taylor called through to the team of caterers waiting patiently in the next room.
“Ladies!” she yelled. “We’re out of champagne!”
“OK, Miss Swift,” one of them called back. “I’ll send the girls out to get some more.”
“Thanks, girl,” Taylor replied. “My card’s on the table in the hall.”
“Well, ladies,” said Selena Gomez, “what are we going to do in the meantime?”
“I know just the thing,” Taylor declared. She hopped up from her black leather couch and skipped over to the bar, returning with a bowl of sliced lemons, a salt shaker and a bottle of tequila, a devilish smirk stretch across her cute, heavily made up face. “How about some slammers?”
The girls cheered as Taylor sat back down. “Me first,” she said, turning to Selena. “Hand,” she ordered, holding her own soft, dainty paw out before her.
Selena offered Taylor her hand; the naughty blonde taking it in hers and locking eyes with the young Latina as she licked slowly, sensually along the smooth, lotioned skin of her right mitt.
“Whoooo!” cooed the crowd of girls in unison as Taylor laid out a line of salt across Selena’s hand and licked it up.
She took a swig of tequila straight from the bottle, then took a lemon segment from the bowl in her lap.
“Open,” she instructed, and with a playful grin and roll of her pretty dark brown eyes, Selena parted her thick, luscious lips, Taylor placing the lemon slice between the Latina’s rows of perfectly regimented, pearly white teeth.
Taylor put her mouth to Selena’s and bit into the lemon, sucking away at the succulent, though extremely sour flesh; her pretty face screwing up as the bitter lemon juice seeped into the mouth. When she was done, Taylor removed the remaining yellow skin from Selena’s mouth, before meeting the gorgeous actress for a kiss; the dirty duo exchanging tongues as their soft, glossy lips pressed together.
The crowd cheered once more as Taylor and Selena broke from their kiss; the pair giggling and blushing like schoolgirls.
“OK,” said Taylor, holding up the bottle of tequila, “who’s next?”
“Me, me, me!” yelped Sarah Hyland excitedly from the adjacent couch, and before anyone could object, the slender brunette was on her feet, collecting the ingredients from Taylor across the room.
“Hand, Ariel,” Taylor ordered as Sarah sat back down beside Ariel Winter.
“Nuh uh,” Sarah protested, “I want to do mine off these big ass boobies!” she declared, putting a hand to one of Ariel’s large cans and giving it a squeeze.
The crowd whooped.
“Oooh, you bad girl!” laughed Taylor.
“Mmhmm!” Sarah agreed, licking the top of her onscreen sister’s bulging, canyon-like cleavage.
The girls laughed. Sarah laid out a salt line across the smooth, milky white flesh of Ariel’s right breast. She licked it up slowly and took a hit of tequila.
“Push those puppies together please, honey,” she grinned, segment of lemon poised between her neatly painted fingertips.
Ariel did as asked; the raven-haired starlet using her dainty little hands to squish her magnificent 34D mammaries together in wait for her naughty co-star. Sarah placed the lemon in the opening of her bust and, rather unceremoniously, buried her cute face into her girlfriend’s cleavage. She sucked away the sour yellow flesh like she hadn’t eaten in days, and didn’t stop there.
Sarah burrowed into the depths of Ariel’s bountiful young bosom, licking and tonguing at any stretch of silky, lotioned flesh her somewhat restricted movement would allow. Eventually, she came up for air to a chorus of hoots and cheers; lemon peel in hand, hair dishevelled, red faced and out of breath, as she handed the bottle onto the next party.
The girls passed the bottle around like a homemade bong as they did shot after shot of the amber liquid. They licked the salt from various parts of one another's anatomies, took hits of the strong tequila and sucked the lemon segments from each other's mouths.
Ariana Grande was the last to slam and Miley Cyrus observed as the young Latina set out a line of salt atop Victoria Justice’s silky smooth hand. The thin white trail conjured up images in Miley’s naughty mind of a certain other white granular substance which the party had thus far been lacking.
“You know, girls,” she smirked, “I have a different kind of white powder in my bag if anyone's interested?”
The girls fell silent. Shiny young mouths fell agape, every pair of pretty eyes in the room trained on the blonde singer from all four corners. Oops, she thought, too much!
After what felt like an eternity, Taylor spoke up; the host grinning across at her fellow popstar as she finally broke the ice. “And it took you this long to tell us, bitch?”
Bursts of laughter and raucous cheers sounded out across the room as Miley delved into her Louis Vuitton clutch bag and produced a small baggie of cocaine.
“You,” she said, pointing a lengthy nailed finger at Demi Lovato, “down here,” she ordered patting her toned, sunkissed thighs to let actress-singer know where she wanted her.
Demi understood and lay face up across Miley’s lap. The naughty blonde lifted up the hem of her friend’s skimpy black top, revealing her midriff in all its taut, toned majesty and racked up a series of lines across her soft, beach tanned flesh. Miley lent over the supine songstress, as Elle Fanning knelt on the other side; the fair-haired duo taking rolled up $50’s to Demi’s midsection and hovering up trails of expensive cocaine in perfect unison.
“Whooo!” Miley exclaimed, rubbing her dainty, perfectly formed nose as the drug rushed to her brain.
The pair scooped up the powdery residue with their manicured fingers and rubbed it into their gums, making sure that not a single particle of Bolivia’s finest went to waste. Miley handed the illicit substance around the room like a game of Pass the Colombian Parcel. Each and every party guest separated thin white portions atop flat midriffs and bulging busts with golden credit cards, before snorting them straight up their cute little noses.
With the large scale narcotics consumption in full flow and the place somewhat resembling a mob boss’ mansion in a Scorsese movie, Taylor spoke up above the laughter, excited chatter and loud snorting noises, holding the nearly empty tequila bottle aloft like a sports trophy.
“OK girls,” she announced, pausing to down the last of the booze, “who wants to play Spin the Bottle?”
End of Chapter 1