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Taylor’s Girlsquad II – Karlie Kloss and VictTaylor’s Girlsquad II – Karlie Kloss and Victoria JusticeVictoria Justice blinked rapidly a few times, her long, brown eyelashes caressing her cheek, and lifted a hand to her lips, painted in a subtle, pink lipstick, to yawn. She fanned air to her face and headed over to the coffee machine, her steps fairly uneasy, with a small grunt escaping her lips and her hand moving to her stomach to stroke it soothingly. She waited until the dark, steaming liquid had poured out of the nozzle and into her cup, lifting it to her nose and closing her eyes with a smile as she breathed in the scent. She wore a simple, short denim skirt, a white t-shirt knotted in the front to reveal her flat stomach and her belly-button, and a pair of white flats. Her long, brown hair was open and parted in the middle. Nothing too fancy, but that was welcome since she did have a few free days, nothing to shoot, no music to record, no press and no event she had to prepare for. A rare occurrence in her busy schedule. Victoria leaned her shoulder against the wall and took a sip of the bitter coffee. She has had an uneasy night, lots of turning and waking up, lots of dreams that haunted her. Most of them dealt with what she had experienced two nights before. It was then that she had received a text message from Gigi Hadid, whom she had met earlier on a red-carpet event. The model invited VJ over to the Hyatt Hotel, where apparently Taylor Swift resided for a few days. And if Victoria could believe the brief text message, Taylor had been interested in letting VJ join her Girlsquad. Needless to say, the small brunette had been excited, maybe overly so, and of course she turned up. Taylor welcomed her into a luxurious office room and after a few exchanged words she offered VJ to take a seat. But not on just any old chair. The chair offered to Victoria had a dildo strapped to it, propped up on the seat cushion by straps that held it upright. Of course VJ was shocked, but a look into Taylor Swift’s eyes, who remained completely silent during her reaction to this, told Victoria that she was serious about it. And so VJ pulled down the tight fitting pair of jeans she wore, almost embarrassed by her lack of panties, which only would have shown up under the tight pants, and lowered herself onto the dildo. It was a bit of a struggle, seeing that VJ was a tiny girl, she always had been, and even with her more regular sized boyfriends she sometimes had to put a hand on their shoulders to have them go slower on her when they got too passionate during sex. But Taylor would have none of it. She straddled Victoria and drove the rubber penis all the way into the squirming girl, but she also alleviated that painful feeling of almost being over-stretched by lowering her hand into VJ’s lap and caressing her clitoris, gentle and slow at first but picking up in speed and ferocity, until Victoria came messily over Taylor’s hand. After that the blonde songstress sent Victoria away and for 24 hours she was alone with her thoughts, wondering if what she had experienced was real at all, so otherworldly it seemed to her. The text message she had received earlier today was very real though, she had evidence, she had read it a hundred times already. It came from Felicity, the personal assistant of Taylor, and it was, for the lack of a better word, a list of rules. In the text VJ’s status as an applicant to the Girlsquad was affirmed, and she was given rules to obey. A lot of them. Most were pretty simple to follow, like masturbate until climax looking at pictures of Taylor or another member of the Girlsquad at least three times every week, wear stylish, attractive and teasing clothes when out in public or mention the Girlsquad to all your celebrity friends and communicate to Taylor which ones seemed interested. Other rules were harder to follow. And it was one of those rules that VJ struggled with at this very time, the rule that made her stand up instead of sit down, the rule that made her walk izmir escort awkwardly, pausing every few steps with a hand on her stomach. Just as Victoria wanted to take another sip from her cup the doorbell rung. Due to her predicament at the time she had given her maid a few hours off and so the brunette had to answer it herself, heading through the corridors of her impressive mansion. She opened the door and found herself stunned. The person standing in her doorway with a smile on her lips was instantly recognizable to Victoria. It was Karlie Kloss. The thing that struck VJ first about her was just how tall she was. Taylor already had been impressively tall to the 5’5 brunette, Karlie easily trumped that with some extra inches, reaching 6’1 in height and boosting that with a pair of black heels that elevated her beyond the height of most males, forcing Victoria to look up to her. “Hey there little one.”, the supermodel said, that teasing smile never leaving her lips. She wore a black dress, see through around the arms and the high-cut collar, but short and showing off her incredibly long legs. She seemed like something out of Science Fiction, just as Taylor Swift had herself. Just something ethereal about her, something too good for this world, too perfect. Victoria wasn’t really able to react properly, noticing that she was gaping wide-eyed at her visitor. She lowered her eyes and stepped to the side, holding the door open. “Hey there. Karlie it is, right?”, she said, trying a shaky smile. Of course she knew who she was and of course she knew of her connection to Taylor. The question was now what she was doing here. “That’s right. And you’re Victoria. Taylor has told me all about you.”, Karlie said as she passed Victoria and gave her a wink. “Nice place!”, she announced after taking a look around. She looked back over her shoulder at Victoria and Karlie patted her hand against her own thigh, reminding VJ of the way some people called their pets. “Come along, let’s get to business, okay?” VJ closed the door, hurrying to follow after the long-legged model who took one step where VJ had to take two. Karlie headed into the kitchen and then turned around, leaning her back against the counter. “Felicity has sent you the email, right?”, she asked. “Yes she has.”, VJ answered with a quick nod, “Text, actually. The list of…”, she paused, feeling silly saying it, “You know… the…”“The rules.”, Karlie said confidently, her gaze unwavering and almost humorless. She nodded. “Good. You got them. And I am here to tell you about them and to check in on you. Especially that one rule most new girls seem to struggle with. You know the one I mean, right?”, Karlie asked inquisitively. Victoria fidgeted, aware of what Karlie probably meant, but uncomfortable discussing it. Her cheeks flared up in a soft pink shade as she blushed. “I… I am not sure, I mean there are a lot of rules…”Karlie shook her head with a gentle smile. “Oh no, you know the one.” She pushed herself off the kitchen counter, turned her back to VJ and her hand wandered down to the hem of her black dress. She lifted it up and revealed her black satin panties. She pushed them aside and VJ stared on in disbelief as she saw the small, bejeweled end of a stainless steel buttplug between the small, shapely, firm ass-cheeks of the supermodel. “Oh yes.”, Karlie said with a chuckle, “Taylor gives these rules to me too.” She let the hem of her dress fall again and brushed the fabric straight, taking a seat on one of the chairs around the dinner table. She crossed her long legs and patted her hand on the wood. “Come on Victoria. I want to see if you have been a good or a bad girl. And I want to see it clearly. So get on the table.” VJ’s fingertips fidgeted with the fringy hem of her short denim skirt, she chewed her bottom lip and finally she nodded, heading toward the table like in trance. She put one foot on a free chair and stepped onto the polished wood on the table. Karlie nodded in satisfaction. “Good.”, she said, now having escort izmir to look up to Victoria who towered above her. “Now get down on all fours. Back to me.”Victoria Justice did as she was instructed to, lowering herself down on her hands and knees. She slowly turned and pointed her ass to Karlie, scooting back until her knees were on the edge of the table. Her knees were a little further apart than shoulder wide. Victoria looked over her shoulder at Karlie, using one hand to tuck loose fringes of her brown hair that had fallen into her eyes behind her ear. Karlie’s long fingers gently touched VJ’s ankles, wandering over the smooth skin of her bare legs, up her calves and then her thighs. Victoria had to bite her lip, making small fists with her hands as a pleasant chill crept up her spine. Karlie’s hands found the hem of her denim skirt and she pushed it up around her waist.The eyebrows of the supermodel shot up. “No panties?”, she asked, her eyes fixed on what she saw right in front of her. “Yes.”, VJ said with a nod. “I… I didn’t want to make them messy, you know, since I am wearing that thing and all…”Victoria had a completely hairfree pussy. The way the skin looked Karlie could tell that is was waxed, not shaved. There was no stubble there. And between the firm cheeks of VJ’s ass, above that hairless pussy from Karlie’s perspective, there was a reflection of light from the back end of a square. The foot-end of a clear, hard plastic buttblug. Karlie moved her manicured fingers up over the firm ass-cheeks of the girl on the table and then her fingernails tapped the plastic a few times, flicking it. Involuntarily Victoria’s ass tightened up, causing the plug to move a little bit which let a soft chuckle emanate from Karlie’s lips. “Very good, Victoria.”, Karlie lauded the applicant, “That’s perfect. Did you have it around or did you have to get it really quickly?” “I had it.”, Victoria answered. Her voice was shaky, like she was cold, the room was very warm though. “Did you wear it before?”VJ hesitated a bit and then she nodded. “Once or twice. Very briefly though. Just when I was with my boyfriend at the time. He wanted to know what it felt like when he fucked me while it was in me. But for me it wasn’t really… Well, I didn’t like it. Putting it in was fine. But when his cock was also in me… It hurt, you know?” Karlie chuckled again. “Oh I know, trust me.” As she said it she slowly let the very tip of her index finger wander from the buttplug to Victoria’s pussy, following the warm opening between her outer lips up and down in a teasingly slow way, with barely any pressure applied. “You will get used to it after a few days. What do you think about the rule? Do you still remember it?”“Between 1 PM and 2 PM I have to wear that plug. Every day.”, Victoria answered dutifully. “Very good.”, Karlie nodded in approval, “Do you think you an do that?”Victoria bit her bottom lip, the finger on her pussy driving her crazy. If she didn’t clench her jaws her teeth might chatter now. “It’s hard…”, she admitted, “I have some free time now. But what if I have to go somewhere on an airplane? What if I have to perform at a show? What if I am in public? For me it’s hard to even walk properly, much less sit down.”“Oh yes, yes, yes….”, Karlie said, waving the hand that was not teasing VJ’s pussy through the air dismissively, “That will all come with time. I had the same problems to begin with. But look at me now. I can walk with it in me just fine. I can sit without much trouble. Of course I am very aware of it in me when I sit, but if you look at it the right way that can actually be very pleasant and not causing you any discomfort. It’s a reminder that we belong to Taylor. All of us. We are connected and from 1 to 2 we are all plugged up.” She leaned in, puckering her lips and blew her breath at VJ’s pussy that was now covered in a sheen of arousal. A smile played over Karlie’s lips when the plug once again bucked in VJ’s ass in response. “And don’t you worry about your izmir escort bayan concerts.”, Karlie continued. “You are not the only performer we have. Hayley Williams has done many shows with a plug up her ass for Taylor. And even I or Gigi, we did runway shows like this. For us it might be even harder. We have to find a stylist we trust and we have to find a way to hide the plug from most of the other models around us in those busy changing rooms backstage. And of course it doesn’t always have to be a plug. When I did the Victoria’s Secret show the last time I wore panties so tiny that every bulge of a plug would have shown up. So Taylor allowed me to go ahead and wear beads. The only thing protruding from my ass was a small string then.”And with those words Karlie plunged her fingers into Victoria’s pussy. Index and middle finger at once pushed deeply into her, those fingers slender but long. She softly moved them in and out, listening to Victoria moan and squirm on the table. The brunette lowered her head to the polished wood, resting her forehead on it. When she parted her lips and moaned out, her hot, damp breath condensed against the wood under her face. “How is that?”, Karlie asked, almost conversational, “Not too full?” VJ lifted her head, looking over her shoulder, her beautiful, brown eyes cloudy with arousal. She bit her bottom lip and wordlessly shook her head. “Good.”, Karlie said with a smile, keeping direct eye contact with the girl before her as she moved faster now. She felt the walls of VJ’s pussy twitch around her fingers, she felt the way the plug shifted against the back of them. “Oh God…”, VJ moaned hoarsely, her fingernails scr****g over the smooth table, the skin of her palms making a squeaking sound. In a reflex motion she hit against a vase, pushing it off the table to the floor where it shattered, but right now that didn’t matter. She threw her head back, the long brown hair whipping her back and arched her neck, her mouth open wide as she moaned out loudly. “Go on…”, Karlie urged her with a silent, demanding voice, “Go on, Victoria. Cum for me.” It was as if only that permission had been the last thread that kept VJ from plunging into an orgasm. And when she heard it she let go, her body convulsing, the feet dangling off the table now treading air. The sounds from her mouth weren’t the beautiful moans anymore but rather a guttural sound of pleasure that drew on and waxed and waned with the rhythm that Karlie’s fingers dictated. The supermodel felt a sudden, hot wetness wash over her palm, saw dew-drops of it roll down VJ’s inner thighs. She sensed the way Victoria’s pussy twitched against her fingers and when that twitching subsided Karlie slowed the movements of her fingers, finally removing them from VJ completely. Karlie got to her feet and slowly circled the table, smiling as she looked down on the heavily breathing girl who had collapsed flat onto the wood of the table. The sound of Karlie’s steep heels against the tile-floor reverberated through the room, becoming a crunching as she stepped on the shards of the broken vase. “You did very well.”, she said in a soft, soothing voice. She leaned down and placed a tender kiss on Victoria’s forehead, covered in a sheen of sweat. “Come on, clean up…”, Karlie demanded, lifting the cum covered fingers of her hand and holding them in front of VJ’s face. Exhausted the brunette did as she was told, sucking the fingers clean, one after another, and then licking over the palm with her tongue spread wide. As she did that Karlie explained: “Every day you will wear that plug. Or a plug at least. Buy a few, find out which one is the best fit for you. And believe me, the girls of Taylor’s Squad will check in on you. And some days Taylor herself might drop by or demand a picture of the daily paper next to your plugged up ass.” She lifted her hand and nodded with a satisfied smile as she saw that all the cum was gone. Karlie turned around and headed outside, never looking back, her steps confident and rapid. Outside her driver waited in the car. Though the next station wouldn’t be too far away. In this area of town there was one mansion next to the other, and the next girl Karlie had to check in on was only three minutes away.
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