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Hayley Williams tries to get more people to vote...
The crowd. It gave Hayley a sense of happiness that she usually only got on stage. However, this was different. This was important to not only her but the world.
Election day was ten days away and with all the stuff going on around the country that disgusted her, Hayley was very motivated not only to vote but to volunteer as well. It seemed that her friend, and fellow singing sensation, Taylor Swift was just as motivated. Paramore was on break from their After Laughter tour so when Taylor invited Hayley to a local 'get out the vote' in Nashville the tiny blonde hair singer couldn't say no.
"Every vote matters," one of the young men volunteering said, handing a flyer to a young college student he was talking to.
"Excuse me."
Hayley turned to see a guy holding a pamphlet. He was wearing a long jacket and had a beard, "I'm here for to register to vote."
"Oh!" Hayley exclaimed, looking around, "I think, let me find someone that can help you..."
"I've never voted before," the guy cut in, "Actually, don't really care about it that much to be honest. But I heard you and Taylor Swift," he looked around the crowd before returning his gaze back to her, "could maybe persuade me to vote this year."
"Oh, uh... sure. Well, it's important to vote. You want to make your voice heard right? You want..."
"No, no, no," the guy chuckled, cutting her off, "I said, I don't care but maybe..." he leaned in, "Your pretty little mouth can persuade me."
Hayley stared at him for a second confused, then realization dawned on her, "Uh Sir, I think you need..."
"I'd settle for a hand job," he cut in again.
"Sir, I will not... I will not suck your dick or give you a hand job," she said, getting heated, "Now fuck off or I'm going to call security."
The guy rolled his eyes, "Typical celebrity cunt. Says it's so important that we do something but when she has the power to change it she won't do what it takes to make it happen."
"You're a piece of shit," Taylor Swift said, butting into the conversation as she stepped up beside her friend, "get the fuck out of here now," she pointed in the opposite direction.
The guy put up his hands and walked away. Taylor turned to Hayley, "You okay?"
Hayley nodded, a disgusted look on her face, "You hear that creep? Jesus."
"He's just a fucked up loser," Taylor said, "Thinks he can take advantage of my girl like that," she put her arm around Hayley, "Besides, you'd have to suck what... hundreds of cocks for it to really be worth it at the voting booth."
Hayley pushed her back, mouth open wide, "You're bad."
Still, watching the guy walk away Hayley couldn't help but think back on the volunteer's words.. 'Every vote matters'....
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The next day:
"Hello, I was wondering if you are voting on ..."
"Fuck off!" the older lady said, slamming the door in Hayley's face.
They'd been going door to door for over three hours now and Hayley was having hardly any luck. Over half of the people either weren't home or they didn't want to talk to her, and a few that did wanted to get her phone number. The only people who were nice to her knew who she was and wanted autographs or to take pics with her.
Hayley sighed, crossing off another name on the list she'd been given. She met up with another volunteer who just left the house across the street, "Any luck?" he asked.
The lead singer shook her head, "No, but I'm going to keep going."
They agreed to meet up at a local coffee shop in an hour to discuss the results from everyone. Hayley saw Taylor Swift at someone's door a few houses down talking to the resident. It wasn't until she walked up the sidewalk to the home that Hayley noticed the guy had his dick pulled out of his pants. The lead singer of Paramore went red with anger, moving faster to the residents door ready to give the guy a piece of her mind.
"Hey!" she yelled, seeing the guy look up in her direction, "Taylor! You okay? Do I need to ..." she stopped in her tracks, stunned to see Taylor Swift's hand wrapped around the guy's cock.
"Oh my... Taylor!" Hayley exclaimed, "What the fuck are you doing?" she said sternly but lowering her voice.
"Mr. Trebeck here is going to vote blue, isn't that right Mr. Trebeck?" Taylor Swift said, keeping her eyes on the guy in front of her, jerking his cock.
The guy nodded, "Yes, my vote is yours," he said, eyes fluttering open and close. He groaned a second later, cumming all over the Taylor's hand.
Hayley pulled Taylor away, careful to avoid touching the hand, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she said when they out of the resident's front yard, "That's not how we do this!"
Taylor shook her hand, then gave up and wiped it on her own shirt, "Why not? Like Thomas said, every vote matters. I just got his vote," she said smiling.
"And what happens if he was lying to you? You can't..." Hayley laughed, "I can't believe you did that! What if he tells on you?"
"Oh, he'll tell everyone I'm sure but who's going to believe him?" Taylor smiled wickedly, then paused, "But you have a point. He could've been lying to me."
"So you just jerked off a random stranger, digusting stranger by the way, for nothing."
Taylor looked thoughtful, "Yeah, you're probably right," she said, a smirk suddenly appearing on her face.
"Why are you smirking?"
"No reason," Taylor said, putting her arm around Hayley.
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Seven days until the election:
Hayley sighed. Taylor was suppose to meet her outside the voting station. There was still a couple days of early voting left. She was giving out pamphlets with 'suggestions' who to vote for. She smiled, handing out a pamphlet to a nice older lady when she heard someone call her name. It was so low that she barely heard it.
"Taylor?" she said, looking behind her to see the long legged singer waving her over.
After handing out another pamphlet Hayley left her post and went around the back side of the building where Taylor had been a second ago. She had barely turned the corner when her hand was grabbed, "Come with me," Taylor whispered, her grip on Hayley tight.
"What are you doing?" Hayley said, being dragged along, "We're suppose to help hand out..."
"We're getting votes. Now shush," Taylor said.
She led Hayley to the building next to the voting station. There were restrooms, men and womens, located outside mostly used by people at the park across the street. However, there was a small crowd gathered outside of them. Taylor winked at a guy near the front of a line. He smiled and nodded back at her when they passed and entered into the restroom together.
"What is this?" Hayley asked, "Why are we in the men's restroom?" she said as they passed the urnials.
Taylor pulled her into one of the larger stalls and closed the door. Hayley laughed and tried to shuffle around her friend to get out but Taylor wouldn't let her by, "We don't have time for games. We're gonna get in trouble for being in here!" Hayley said, thinking this was some sort of crazy prank or stunt by her friend.
Taylor opened her mouth to respond but stopped at the sound of someone entering the restroom. The stall next to them opened and closed a few seconds later. A sinister smile spread across Taylor's face, "Ready to help your country?"
Hayley gave her a perplexed look then frowned when Taylor bent down on her knees. It wasn't until then that she noticed the three, large holes, nearly perfectly circular in shape along the wall between them and the other restroom stall. When the cock slid through one of the holes Hayley jumped back but Taylor reached up and wrapped her hand around it.
"What the fuck Tay!" Hayley said in shock.
Taylor ignored her and began jerking the cock, "What party do you belong to and who did you vote for mister?"
"I'm conservative but," he groaned when Taylor Swift began playing with his balls, "But I voted for the democratic candidate," the guy said, then cursed as Taylor said 'good boy' and jerked him harder.
Hayley stood dumbfounded at what she was seeing. A second later the guy groaned and came all over Taylor's hand, "Vote blue," the long legged singer said with a gleeful little laugh as the guy pulled his cock away.
"Can you hand me the roll," she motioned to the toilet paper near Hayley, "Wanna wipe this off before the next one enters."
Hayley pulled her friend up by the arm, "This isn't how we get votes! This is ... this is... wrong!"
"Wrong?" Taylor Swift pulled away from Hayley, "Wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong. Billionaires getting tax cuts. k**s in cages. An average family not able to afford healthcare. That's WRONG," she said, reaching over and taking the toilet paper herself.
Hayley opened her mouth to speak but stopped, clearly at a loss for words.
Another person entered the restroom, his shoes loud on the floor as he entered the bathroom stall.
"What are you going to do? Give a hand job to every person out there in line?" Hayley said, trying to reason with her friend.
The guy in the next stall bumped against the wall, a second later his cock slid through one of the holes.
"If that's what I have to do then I will," Taylor said, taking hold of the cock, "But I was hoping MY FRIEND would help me make a difference in the world."
Hayley watched her finish the guy off. She handed her more toilet paper afterwards. The restroom went quiet after the guy walked out.
The lead singer of Paramore sighed, "Taylor, you realize these people could be lying right? just to get a hand job."
"Nope," Taylor said, "Marquez out there is a friend. He's getting proof of vote first before letting them in."
"Proof of ... that's absurd," Hayley said.
"Anyone who takes a picture of who they voted for, PROOF," Taylor said pausing for emphasis, "They show Marquez. He lets them in. He spreads the word as do the men who voted who get their reward," she smiled, "Like I said, this is how we get votes."
The restroom door opened again as another man entered. His cock slid through the wall and Taylor again took hold of him, whispering to him but Hayley was lost in her own head.
{Every vote matters}
The words of the volunteer from the campaign she was at echoed in Hayley's head.
The guy in the next stall groaned and came all over Taylor's hand. He wasn't even finished zipping up when the restroom door opened again. Hayley even heard the men saying 'pardon' as they passed each other in the large stall next door.
The cock that slid through the hole in the wall was larger than the others earlier. A good seven or eight inches easy. Hayley blinked, feeling herself turn red as Taylor wrapped her hand around it.
She was so mesmerized by the sight Hayley wasn't paying attention when another cock slid through the hole in front of her, brushing up against her. She jumped, and looked down at it. It was around the same size as the one Taylor was currently working on. She bit her lip, glancing over at her friend.
{Every vote matters}
Hayley reached out tentatively, letting the cock touch her hand. After a moment she made her decision, wrapping her hand around it. She glanced over to Taylor who gave her a wicked smile. Slowly, she began to jerk it. The guy on the other side of the wall groaned and within seconds was cumming all over her hand.
{That's it? That's all I have to do?} she thought to herself as the guy pulled his cock back and out of sight.
Two men later Hayley was jerking the guy and decided to play with the guy's balls. This elicited a groan and a "good girl" from the man on the other side of the wall. Hayley blushed at his words but continued to jerk him until he finished.
By the time she'd wiped her hand clean with toilet paper another cock was in position ready for her. She reached up to take hold of him but he said, "No, I want that mouth."
Hayley wrinkled up her nose, "Uh, I don't think so."
"Then I don't tell my friends they need to come vote. If you want to lose a dozen votes or more from first time voters then..." he said, letting her think on the implications.
"Oh Jesus Christ," Taylor said impatiently, "Here," she said, leaning over and taking the guy into her mouth.
The guy groaned but manage to say, "I want you both to share."
Taylor popped his cock out of her mouth, and gave Hayley a 'well?'
{Every vote matters}
The Paramore singer blew out a puff of air and got down on her knees. Taylor Swift gave her a moan of approval, then began rubbing the guy's balls. Hayley reached up and took hold of his cock. She leaned forward, his cock inches from her mouth. Then, closing her eyes she opened her mouth and took him down her throat.
"That a girl," Taylor said, cheering her friend on.
When Hayley slid her mouth off Taylor was there to take her place. By the third time when Taylor was servicing the cock the guy groaned and came down her throat. Hayley watch her friend jerk in reaction but quickly recover as she swallowed what he gave her.
"Tell your friends to vote blue," Hayley said as the guy zipped up and left.
She just got the words out when Taylor Swift pulled her close and shoved tongue down her throat. Hayley flinched in surprise at first but Taylor's hand wrapped around the back of her head keeping her in place. The Paramore singer gently kissed her back but it soon became heated, their tongues fighting for control.
Hayley gasped when she felt her friend play with her hard nipples through the thin top she was wearing. Before she could think better Hayley was pulling her top over her head, and quickly unbuttoning her bra from behind. It fell to the ground, Taylor's mouth instantly on her nipples.
The Paramore singer groaned, leaning her head back against the stall wall. A second later a cock slid through the hole next to her face. Horny and wet, with Taylor sucking on her tits and playing with her, Hayley reached over and began to jerk it off with her hand.
Taylor tugged at Hayley's pants, sliding her hand down them. Hayley groaned, then whimpered when Taylor hit the right spot. Driven by heat, Hayley looked back at the cock and licked her lips. She leaned up to face the cock, turning her back to Taylor who was tugging Hayley's pants down to her thighs.
Hayley wrapped her lips around the cock. She gasped, chocked and then groaned when Taylor began fingering her from behind at the same time. Sucking with energy, Hayley pulled the cock out and licked from the balls to the shaft moaning.
Taylor Swift reached up, took a fistful of Hayley's blonde hair in her hand and began forcing her friend's head forward more, "Take it all down that throat," she said.
Hayley's mouth was pressed up against the stall, the entire cock down her throat when Taylor said, "Cum down the whore's mouth."
The guy grunted, and released his thick load. Hayley flinched as rope after thick rope hit the back of her throat. Finally, Taylor let her pull back. Once the Paramore singer had her breath she went back down on the cock, cleaning him while moaning.
The guy pulled his cock back as Taylor said, "Tell your friends to Vote blue," laughing wickedly as the guy left the stall.
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Five days until the election:
The early polls were tight so Hayley was nervous. Her candidate had closed the margin in the polls but they still trailed. She looked around for Taylor but didn't see her. They'd gotten almost two hundred votes with their 'activities' a couple of days ago.
Hayley never would've guessed she'd behave in such a manner. She felt a mixture of disgust but also lust at the thought of what she did.
"Fuck!" she swore out loud, causing a few people to look at her.
She apologized and walked a short distance away to cool down. It wasn't overly cold but now she felt the skirt she was wearing wasn't the right choice.
"Hello Ms Williams."
Hayley jumped, startled by the man in front of her.
He apologized, then introduced himself, "Hank Greenwell," he said, holding out his hand for her to shake.
It felt weird but she did so. He was a big man, maybe six foot two and with a slight gut. For the first time she realized how far away she had walked from the crowd of the campaign rally, "Look, Hank, it was nice to meet you but I need to get back..."
"Oh sure, sure," he said, "What you're doing is very admirable. You and Ms Swift. Helping get people to the polls. Using your power to help make a difference."
Hayley blushed, "Well, we're just trying to help like anyone else in our state."
"Oh no, not like anyone else," he said, "You and Ms Swift have a chance to make a real difference in this election."
The Paramore singer brushed a lock of hair from her face, smiling, "That's nice of you to say but I ..."
"In fact, I have a proposition for you myself," he said, interrupting her.
Hayley paused, "Oh, uh, sure. Okay. What sort..." she frowned, "Wait, Hank Greenwell? As in Greenwell auto-motives?"
The big guy chuckled, "That's the one."
"Oh wow, I thought... aren't you uh... supporting the conservative candidate?"
Hank chuckled, "Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. As you know, I hold a certain... influence in this state. A certain ... leverage," he said, his voice a little too cocky.
"Yeah, I don't think I want to talk with you anymore Mr Greenwell. So excuse me," she said, turning to walk away.
"That's a shame," he said, "After that stunt you and your friend pulled outside the voting station a couple of days ago I thought you wanted to win this election."
Hayley stopped, heart beating fast, "What do you mean?"
"Let's just say, you'll ability to get out the vote is very... patriotic Ms Williams."
She turned on a dime, heated, "You ... are you trying to blackmail me? Is that what this is?"
Hank chuckled, "Sweetheart, if I wanted to blackmail you I'd send someone else to do it for me. No, I came here with a genuine offer to make."
The Paramore singer crossed her arms, giving him a glare, "Then make it."
His smiled with teeth showing, "As you know, I own most of the dealerships in this state. My tv ads run on every local station, multiple times a day. Imagine, what those same ads could do for your candidate? Imagine, what my influence could do in the final days before Tuesday."
"That's not an offer."
"Well, let's just say I'm curious... curious to see up close the same Patriotism you showed for your candidate inside that men's room."
Hayley made a disgusted face, "No way in hell."
"Not even for a donation to your candidate of two hundred and fifty thousand?"
She blinked, aghast, she paused for a second before saying, "You can't buy me."
"That's a pity," he said, "Here I thought you really, truly cared about this election. I guess you're happy with the way things are," He walked past her, "It's not like you'll be affected by the new policies that will be put into place once your candidate loses. The people who will lose their healthcare. Their jobs. Maybe even their homes. But you, you'll be fine."
Guilt and despair hit her. Then anger.
"Three hundred thousand," she said, turning to face him, "And your personal, PUBLIC pledge of support for my guy."
"That can be arranged," Hank said.
Hayley ignored the smile on his face, "Fine. Let's get this over with." She looked around, then motioned over to the side of a building that blocked them from street. When they were out of view she stepped up to him and grimaced when he lifted his shirt up to give her access to his pants.
She unzipped him and reached her hand in. He was already semi-hard. Hayley made a disgusted sound while pulling his cock out. She glanced up and away from him quickly. He was watching her intently, breathing hard. Hayley began jerking him, his cock getting harder.
"Ms Williams, if you want my personal support, and the influence it comes with, you're gonna have to do a lot more than just a hand job."
She glared up at him. Despite the smugness of his voice making her sick, she also felt the power of having this arrogant asshole at her mercy, "You realize I could break your cock in my hand right?"
"I'd rather you break it with your pretty little mouth," he muttered.
"Four hundred K," the words flew out of her mouth.
When he nodded Hayley Williams got on her knees and continued to jerk his cock, "You're a fucking piece of shit," she said.
"And you're a dirty little cock sucker," he said as she wrapped her lips around his cock."
He groaned, "That's right, work that pretty mouth for your country," he said, the sound of Hayley's sloppy blow job following his words.
"Does your friend Taylor know what a little slut you are?" he said, eliciting a moan from the tiny singer.
"Now slide those panties down and bend over for daddy."
Hayley slid the cock out of her mouth, still holding him with one hand, "What? You said a blowjob."
"For my personal pledge, yes."
"And your influence," she countered.
"Five hundred thousand but only if I get to see that wet little pussy of yours."
Hayley bit her lip, "I don't think..."
"Seven hundred."
She opened her mouth, clearly stunned but he took hold of her head, "think about it while you suck my cock sweetheart."
"Don't call me sweetheart," she said, slapping his hands away with a defiant look on her face before taking him back into her mouth and working his cock over.
After a minute she pulled away from him, stood up and bent down, staring up at him, "Eight hundred?"
He shook his head yes.
"To my candidate? Tomorrow?"
Again a yes.
Hayley slid the panties down her thighs, all the way to her feet and kicked them off to the side, "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said leaning back against the wall and lifting her skirt up, her bare pussy exposed.
The man stepped forward and dropped to his knees, catching Hayley off guard, "The fuck you doing? This is as close as you get. You said see, that's it."
"One million," Hank said, he was sweating now.
Hayley dropped her skirt, taking away his view, while looking aghast at him, "I will not..." she looked around and let out a breath. They were still out of view, half a mile from the crowd but you could still hear them in the distance. They were chanting.
Hayley sighed, closed her eyes and scrunched up her nose like someone preparing to go underwater. Then she lifted her skirt back up. Even with her eyes closed she felt him move closer. Part of her was disgusted but she also felt a tingle go down her spine when she felt his breath on her exposed flesh.
She wasn't prepared though when he took hold of her hips in both hands and stuck his face between her legs, letting out a yelp. She tried to jump back but she was against the wall so all she did was scrap her back. It didn't seem to matter though as the guy's slick tongue on her pussy lips took precedent. Despite her own humiliation at what she was doing she couldn't stop the sound that came out of her mouth until it was too late. Within seconds the lead singer of Paramore was practically humping the middle aged car dealer's face. Her hips rotating back and forth, she felt his tongue slide between her cunt lips and she came hard, humping his tongue hard while riding out her orgasm.
After he pulled away Hayley licked her lips, rubbing herself and her clit until she jerked a couple more times. She lost track of how long but when she opened her eyes he was staring at her a few feet away, his cellphone in his hands.
"Perfect," he said, holding the phone up, recording it all.
Despite her own humiliation Hayley jerked, flicking her clit again and came hard, her legs barely able to keep her still standing. A second later she fell to the ground. She looked up at him, still holding the camera and said, "One million, you agreed."
"I'm a man of my word," he nodded, "Now roll over and show us that ass."
To her own surprise, Hayley rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her skirt up, giving him a perfect view of her bare ass.
She was about to pull it back down and get up when she felt his weight on her, his body pinning her to the ground.
"What are you doing?!" she yelled, frantic.
"Two million for the pussy, Three for the ass," he said, his breath on her neck.
"No... I ..." she started but stopped when she felt his dick poke her and slide along her pussy lips.
Hayley groaned, "Fuck... Two ... million?"
Taking her question for a confirmation, Hayley felt his cock slide between her lips and into her pussy. He wasn't very big, maybe average size, but being pinned down by his weight and after just cumming herself a few minutes ago she was already so hot and bothered.
"So tight," he grunted, thrusting into her.
Hayley whimpered, under his full weight as he piled drived into her pussy, "Fuck!" she cursed.
"Just as I imagined when I first saw you on stage," he whispered in her ear, pulling out and then back in all the way, "all these years later and still a tight little pussy."
Hayley moaned, then reached up above her, grabbing the back of his head with her hand, "Three million?" she asked in a throaty voice.
He gave her a hard thrust making her whimper for a reply, then slid out of her and got to his feet, "ass up," he said. It wasn't a request. Hayley's blonde hair was a mess. She looked over her shoulder through it as he was removing his shirt, then with her face to the ground pushed her ass up.
Hayley yelped when he slapped her ass cheeks, then shot him a look. He gripped her hips with both hands, groping her ass cheeks, "Juicy ass, you let any of the men in that restroom mount it?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"No? I guess they didn't offer three million dollars," he said, sliding his cock between her cheeks, along her asshole, "Guess you have to pay for prime ass like this isn't that right whore?"
"Shut up and fuck me," she demanded, rubbing her ass up and down his cock.
Hank gripped her cheeks, spreading them apart and pushed his cock head forward in response. Hayley gasped, pawing at the ground for leverage.
"Even tighter than that cunt," he said, shoving himself forward until finally bottoming out with a groan. Hayley howled underneath him, feeling as if he was inside her soul. When he began to thrust into her though, his balls slapping against her cunt, it was too much. Mouth hanging open in a silent scream, Hayley Williams came.
"I should lend you out to the state legistlators," Hank said, grunting between thrusts, "Make them pay of course," he said, chuckling to himself before grunting again, "I know many of them saw you perform as teenager and have wanted to fuck this dirty little whore ass for years."
Hayley whimpered.
"Raise up," he demanded, sliding out of her ass.
She didn't even hesitate, raising up to a kneeling position.
"Remove your top," he said.
She pulled it over her head, and without his request undid her bra and tossed it to the side. Hayley rubbed and teased her nipples, looking up at him.
"Ready for my donation slut?" he asked.
The only response she gave him was opening her mouth. Barely a minute later her face was coated in cum, dripping down her bare chest. When Hank released the last rope onto her she reached up and brought his cock in closer, taking him into her mouth fully to clean him dry.
"Vote blue," she said in a slutty voice, looking up at him when she was finished. He zipped up and walked away leaving her alone.
Once she was done cleaning herself off of his cum Hayley got dressed and walked back into the open. There were a group of young men walking towards her.
Hayley paused, deep in thought, then approached them, "Hi guys, on your way to vote?"
"Hi," one of them said.
"Our first time," another said.
"Oh?" Hayley said, giving them a smile, "Do you know who you're voting for?"
"Not sure," the tall one with dark hair said.
"Well," she said, giving him a dirty look, "Let me help you decide." She tugged on his shirt, "Follow me boys," she said to the four men, leading them back down the alley she had just left.
Hayley Williams tries to get more people to vote...
The crowd. It gave Hayley a sense of happiness that she usually only got on stage. However, this was different. This was important to not only her but the world.
Election day was ten days away and with all the stuff going on around the country that disgusted her, Hayley was very motivated not only to vote but to volunteer as well. It seemed that her friend, and fellow singing sensation, Taylor Swift was just as motivated. Paramore was on break from their After Laughter tour so when Taylor invited Hayley to a local 'get out the vote' in Nashville the tiny blonde hair singer couldn't say no.
"Every vote matters," one of the young men volunteering said, handing a flyer to a young college student he was talking to.
"Excuse me."
Hayley turned to see a guy holding a pamphlet. He was wearing a long jacket and had a beard, "I'm here for to register to vote."
"Oh!" Hayley exclaimed, looking around, "I think, let me find someone that can help you..."
"I've never voted before," the guy cut in, "Actually, don't really care about it that much to be honest. But I heard you and Taylor Swift," he looked around the crowd before returning his gaze back to her, "could maybe persuade me to vote this year."
"Oh, uh... sure. Well, it's important to vote. You want to make your voice heard right? You want..."
"No, no, no," the guy chuckled, cutting her off, "I said, I don't care but maybe..." he leaned in, "Your pretty little mouth can persuade me."
Hayley stared at him for a second confused, then realization dawned on her, "Uh Sir, I think you need..."
"I'd settle for a hand job," he cut in again.
"Sir, I will not... I will not suck your dick or give you a hand job," she said, getting heated, "Now fuck off or I'm going to call security."
The guy rolled his eyes, "Typical celebrity cunt. Says it's so important that we do something but when she has the power to change it she won't do what it takes to make it happen."
"You're a piece of shit," Taylor Swift said, butting into the conversation as she stepped up beside her friend, "get the fuck out of here now," she pointed in the opposite direction.
The guy put up his hands and walked away. Taylor turned to Hayley, "You okay?"
Hayley nodded, a disgusted look on her face, "You hear that creep? Jesus."
"He's just a fucked up loser," Taylor said, "Thinks he can take advantage of my girl like that," she put her arm around Hayley, "Besides, you'd have to suck what... hundreds of cocks for it to really be worth it at the voting booth."
Hayley pushed her back, mouth open wide, "You're bad."
Still, watching the guy walk away Hayley couldn't help but think back on the volunteer's words.. 'Every vote matters'....
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The next day:
"Hello, I was wondering if you are voting on ..."
"Fuck off!" the older lady said, slamming the door in Hayley's face.
They'd been going door to door for over three hours now and Hayley was having hardly any luck. Over half of the people either weren't home or they didn't want to talk to her, and a few that did wanted to get her phone number. The only people who were nice to her knew who she was and wanted autographs or to take pics with her.
Hayley sighed, crossing off another name on the list she'd been given. She met up with another volunteer who just left the house across the street, "Any luck?" he asked.
The lead singer shook her head, "No, but I'm going to keep going."
They agreed to meet up at a local coffee shop in an hour to discuss the results from everyone. Hayley saw Taylor Swift at someone's door a few houses down talking to the resident. It wasn't until she walked up the sidewalk to the home that Hayley noticed the guy had his dick pulled out of his pants. The lead singer of Paramore went red with anger, moving faster to the residents door ready to give the guy a piece of her mind.
"Hey!" she yelled, seeing the guy look up in her direction, "Taylor! You okay? Do I need to ..." she stopped in her tracks, stunned to see Taylor Swift's hand wrapped around the guy's cock.
"Oh my... Taylor!" Hayley exclaimed, "What the fuck are you doing?" she said sternly but lowering her voice.
"Mr. Trebeck here is going to vote blue, isn't that right Mr. Trebeck?" Taylor Swift said, keeping her eyes on the guy in front of her, jerking his cock.
The guy nodded, "Yes, my vote is yours," he said, eyes fluttering open and close. He groaned a second later, cumming all over the Taylor's hand.
Hayley pulled Taylor away, careful to avoid touching the hand, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she said when they out of the resident's front yard, "That's not how we do this!"
Taylor shook her hand, then gave up and wiped it on her own shirt, "Why not? Like Thomas said, every vote matters. I just got his vote," she said smiling.
"And what happens if he was lying to you? You can't..." Hayley laughed, "I can't believe you did that! What if he tells on you?"
"Oh, he'll tell everyone I'm sure but who's going to believe him?" Taylor smiled wickedly, then paused, "But you have a point. He could've been lying to me."
"So you just jerked off a random stranger, digusting stranger by the way, for nothing."
Taylor looked thoughtful, "Yeah, you're probably right," she said, a smirk suddenly appearing on her face.
"Why are you smirking?"
"No reason," Taylor said, putting her arm around Hayley.
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Seven days until the election:
Hayley sighed. Taylor was suppose to meet her outside the voting station. There was still a couple days of early voting left. She was giving out pamphlets with 'suggestions' who to vote for. She smiled, handing out a pamphlet to a nice older lady when she heard someone call her name. It was so low that she barely heard it.
"Taylor?" she said, looking behind her to see the long legged singer waving her over.
After handing out another pamphlet Hayley left her post and went around the back side of the building where Taylor had been a second ago. She had barely turned the corner when her hand was grabbed, "Come with me," Taylor whispered, her grip on Hayley tight.
"What are you doing?" Hayley said, being dragged along, "We're suppose to help hand out..."
"We're getting votes. Now shush," Taylor said.
She led Hayley to the building next to the voting station. There were restrooms, men and womens, located outside mostly used by people at the park across the street. However, there was a small crowd gathered outside of them. Taylor winked at a guy near the front of a line. He smiled and nodded back at her when they passed and entered into the restroom together.
"What is this?" Hayley asked, "Why are we in the men's restroom?" she said as they passed the urnials.
Taylor pulled her into one of the larger stalls and closed the door. Hayley laughed and tried to shuffle around her friend to get out but Taylor wouldn't let her by, "We don't have time for games. We're gonna get in trouble for being in here!" Hayley said, thinking this was some sort of crazy prank or stunt by her friend.
Taylor opened her mouth to respond but stopped at the sound of someone entering the restroom. The stall next to them opened and closed a few seconds later. A sinister smile spread across Taylor's face, "Ready to help your country?"
Hayley gave her a perplexed look then frowned when Taylor bent down on her knees. It wasn't until then that she noticed the three, large holes, nearly perfectly circular in shape along the wall between them and the other restroom stall. When the cock slid through one of the holes Hayley jumped back but Taylor reached up and wrapped her hand around it.
"What the fuck Tay!" Hayley said in shock.
Taylor ignored her and began jerking the cock, "What party do you belong to and who did you vote for mister?"
"I'm conservative but," he groaned when Taylor Swift began playing with his balls, "But I voted for the democratic candidate," the guy said, then cursed as Taylor said 'good boy' and jerked him harder.
Hayley stood dumbfounded at what she was seeing. A second later the guy groaned and came all over Taylor's hand, "Vote blue," the long legged singer said with a gleeful little laugh as the guy pulled his cock away.
"Can you hand me the roll," she motioned to the toilet paper near Hayley, "Wanna wipe this off before the next one enters."
Hayley pulled her friend up by the arm, "This isn't how we get votes! This is ... this is... wrong!"
"Wrong?" Taylor Swift pulled away from Hayley, "Wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong. Billionaires getting tax cuts. k**s in cages. An average family not able to afford healthcare. That's WRONG," she said, reaching over and taking the toilet paper herself.
Hayley opened her mouth to speak but stopped, clearly at a loss for words.
Another person entered the restroom, his shoes loud on the floor as he entered the bathroom stall.
"What are you going to do? Give a hand job to every person out there in line?" Hayley said, trying to reason with her friend.
The guy in the next stall bumped against the wall, a second later his cock slid through one of the holes.
"If that's what I have to do then I will," Taylor said, taking hold of the cock, "But I was hoping MY FRIEND would help me make a difference in the world."
Hayley watched her finish the guy off. She handed her more toilet paper afterwards. The restroom went quiet after the guy walked out.
The lead singer of Paramore sighed, "Taylor, you realize these people could be lying right? just to get a hand job."
"Nope," Taylor said, "Marquez out there is a friend. He's getting proof of vote first before letting them in."
"Proof of ... that's absurd," Hayley said.
"Anyone who takes a picture of who they voted for, PROOF," Taylor said pausing for emphasis, "They show Marquez. He lets them in. He spreads the word as do the men who voted who get their reward," she smiled, "Like I said, this is how we get votes."
The restroom door opened again as another man entered. His cock slid through the wall and Taylor again took hold of him, whispering to him but Hayley was lost in her own head.
{Every vote matters}
The words of the volunteer from the campaign she was at echoed in Hayley's head.
The guy in the next stall groaned and came all over Taylor's hand. He wasn't even finished zipping up when the restroom door opened again. Hayley even heard the men saying 'pardon' as they passed each other in the large stall next door.
The cock that slid through the hole in the wall was larger than the others earlier. A good seven or eight inches easy. Hayley blinked, feeling herself turn red as Taylor wrapped her hand around it.
She was so mesmerized by the sight Hayley wasn't paying attention when another cock slid through the hole in front of her, brushing up against her. She jumped, and looked down at it. It was around the same size as the one Taylor was currently working on. She bit her lip, glancing over at her friend.
{Every vote matters}
Hayley reached out tentatively, letting the cock touch her hand. After a moment she made her decision, wrapping her hand around it. She glanced over to Taylor who gave her a wicked smile. Slowly, she began to jerk it. The guy on the other side of the wall groaned and within seconds was cumming all over her hand.
{That's it? That's all I have to do?} she thought to herself as the guy pulled his cock back and out of sight.
Two men later Hayley was jerking the guy and decided to play with the guy's balls. This elicited a groan and a "good girl" from the man on the other side of the wall. Hayley blushed at his words but continued to jerk him until he finished.
By the time she'd wiped her hand clean with toilet paper another cock was in position ready for her. She reached up to take hold of him but he said, "No, I want that mouth."
Hayley wrinkled up her nose, "Uh, I don't think so."
"Then I don't tell my friends they need to come vote. If you want to lose a dozen votes or more from first time voters then..." he said, letting her think on the implications.
"Oh Jesus Christ," Taylor said impatiently, "Here," she said, leaning over and taking the guy into her mouth.
The guy groaned but manage to say, "I want you both to share."
Taylor popped his cock out of her mouth, and gave Hayley a 'well?'
{Every vote matters}
The Paramore singer blew out a puff of air and got down on her knees. Taylor Swift gave her a moan of approval, then began rubbing the guy's balls. Hayley reached up and took hold of his cock. She leaned forward, his cock inches from her mouth. Then, closing her eyes she opened her mouth and took him down her throat.
"That a girl," Taylor said, cheering her friend on.
When Hayley slid her mouth off Taylor was there to take her place. By the third time when Taylor was servicing the cock the guy groaned and came down her throat. Hayley watch her friend jerk in reaction but quickly recover as she swallowed what he gave her.
"Tell your friends to vote blue," Hayley said as the guy zipped up and left.
She just got the words out when Taylor Swift pulled her close and shoved tongue down her throat. Hayley flinched in surprise at first but Taylor's hand wrapped around the back of her head keeping her in place. The Paramore singer gently kissed her back but it soon became heated, their tongues fighting for control.
Hayley gasped when she felt her friend play with her hard nipples through the thin top she was wearing. Before she could think better Hayley was pulling her top over her head, and quickly unbuttoning her bra from behind. It fell to the ground, Taylor's mouth instantly on her nipples.
The Paramore singer groaned, leaning her head back against the stall wall. A second later a cock slid through the hole next to her face. Horny and wet, with Taylor sucking on her tits and playing with her, Hayley reached over and began to jerk it off with her hand.
Taylor tugged at Hayley's pants, sliding her hand down them. Hayley groaned, then whimpered when Taylor hit the right spot. Driven by heat, Hayley looked back at the cock and licked her lips. She leaned up to face the cock, turning her back to Taylor who was tugging Hayley's pants down to her thighs.
Hayley wrapped her lips around the cock. She gasped, chocked and then groaned when Taylor began fingering her from behind at the same time. Sucking with energy, Hayley pulled the cock out and licked from the balls to the shaft moaning.
Taylor Swift reached up, took a fistful of Hayley's blonde hair in her hand and began forcing her friend's head forward more, "Take it all down that throat," she said.
Hayley's mouth was pressed up against the stall, the entire cock down her throat when Taylor said, "Cum down the whore's mouth."
The guy grunted, and released his thick load. Hayley flinched as rope after thick rope hit the back of her throat. Finally, Taylor let her pull back. Once the Paramore singer had her breath she went back down on the cock, cleaning him while moaning.
The guy pulled his cock back as Taylor said, "Tell your friends to Vote blue," laughing wickedly as the guy left the stall.
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Five days until the election:
The early polls were tight so Hayley was nervous. Her candidate had closed the margin in the polls but they still trailed. She looked around for Taylor but didn't see her. They'd gotten almost two hundred votes with their 'activities' a couple of days ago.
Hayley never would've guessed she'd behave in such a manner. She felt a mixture of disgust but also lust at the thought of what she did.
"Fuck!" she swore out loud, causing a few people to look at her.
She apologized and walked a short distance away to cool down. It wasn't overly cold but now she felt the skirt she was wearing wasn't the right choice.
"Hello Ms Williams."
Hayley jumped, startled by the man in front of her.
He apologized, then introduced himself, "Hank Greenwell," he said, holding out his hand for her to shake.
It felt weird but she did so. He was a big man, maybe six foot two and with a slight gut. For the first time she realized how far away she had walked from the crowd of the campaign rally, "Look, Hank, it was nice to meet you but I need to get back..."
"Oh sure, sure," he said, "What you're doing is very admirable. You and Ms Swift. Helping get people to the polls. Using your power to help make a difference."
Hayley blushed, "Well, we're just trying to help like anyone else in our state."
"Oh no, not like anyone else," he said, "You and Ms Swift have a chance to make a real difference in this election."
The Paramore singer brushed a lock of hair from her face, smiling, "That's nice of you to say but I ..."
"In fact, I have a proposition for you myself," he said, interrupting her.
Hayley paused, "Oh, uh, sure. Okay. What sort..." she frowned, "Wait, Hank Greenwell? As in Greenwell auto-motives?"
The big guy chuckled, "That's the one."
"Oh wow, I thought... aren't you uh... supporting the conservative candidate?"
Hank chuckled, "Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. As you know, I hold a certain... influence in this state. A certain ... leverage," he said, his voice a little too cocky.
"Yeah, I don't think I want to talk with you anymore Mr Greenwell. So excuse me," she said, turning to walk away.
"That's a shame," he said, "After that stunt you and your friend pulled outside the voting station a couple of days ago I thought you wanted to win this election."
Hayley stopped, heart beating fast, "What do you mean?"
"Let's just say, you'll ability to get out the vote is very... patriotic Ms Williams."
She turned on a dime, heated, "You ... are you trying to blackmail me? Is that what this is?"
Hank chuckled, "Sweetheart, if I wanted to blackmail you I'd send someone else to do it for me. No, I came here with a genuine offer to make."
The Paramore singer crossed her arms, giving him a glare, "Then make it."
His smiled with teeth showing, "As you know, I own most of the dealerships in this state. My tv ads run on every local station, multiple times a day. Imagine, what those same ads could do for your candidate? Imagine, what my influence could do in the final days before Tuesday."
"That's not an offer."
"Well, let's just say I'm curious... curious to see up close the same Patriotism you showed for your candidate inside that men's room."
Hayley made a disgusted face, "No way in hell."
"Not even for a donation to your candidate of two hundred and fifty thousand?"
She blinked, aghast, she paused for a second before saying, "You can't buy me."
"That's a pity," he said, "Here I thought you really, truly cared about this election. I guess you're happy with the way things are," He walked past her, "It's not like you'll be affected by the new policies that will be put into place once your candidate loses. The people who will lose their healthcare. Their jobs. Maybe even their homes. But you, you'll be fine."
Guilt and despair hit her. Then anger.
"Three hundred thousand," she said, turning to face him, "And your personal, PUBLIC pledge of support for my guy."
"That can be arranged," Hank said.
Hayley ignored the smile on his face, "Fine. Let's get this over with." She looked around, then motioned over to the side of a building that blocked them from street. When they were out of view she stepped up to him and grimaced when he lifted his shirt up to give her access to his pants.
She unzipped him and reached her hand in. He was already semi-hard. Hayley made a disgusted sound while pulling his cock out. She glanced up and away from him quickly. He was watching her intently, breathing hard. Hayley began jerking him, his cock getting harder.
"Ms Williams, if you want my personal support, and the influence it comes with, you're gonna have to do a lot more than just a hand job."
She glared up at him. Despite the smugness of his voice making her sick, she also felt the power of having this arrogant asshole at her mercy, "You realize I could break your cock in my hand right?"
"I'd rather you break it with your pretty little mouth," he muttered.
"Four hundred K," the words flew out of her mouth.
When he nodded Hayley Williams got on her knees and continued to jerk his cock, "You're a fucking piece of shit," she said.
"And you're a dirty little cock sucker," he said as she wrapped her lips around his cock."
He groaned, "That's right, work that pretty mouth for your country," he said, the sound of Hayley's sloppy blow job following his words.
"Does your friend Taylor know what a little slut you are?" he said, eliciting a moan from the tiny singer.
"Now slide those panties down and bend over for daddy."
Hayley slid the cock out of her mouth, still holding him with one hand, "What? You said a blowjob."
"For my personal pledge, yes."
"And your influence," she countered.
"Five hundred thousand but only if I get to see that wet little pussy of yours."
Hayley bit her lip, "I don't think..."
"Seven hundred."
She opened her mouth, clearly stunned but he took hold of her head, "think about it while you suck my cock sweetheart."
"Don't call me sweetheart," she said, slapping his hands away with a defiant look on her face before taking him back into her mouth and working his cock over.
After a minute she pulled away from him, stood up and bent down, staring up at him, "Eight hundred?"
He shook his head yes.
"To my candidate? Tomorrow?"
Again a yes.
Hayley slid the panties down her thighs, all the way to her feet and kicked them off to the side, "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said leaning back against the wall and lifting her skirt up, her bare pussy exposed.
The man stepped forward and dropped to his knees, catching Hayley off guard, "The fuck you doing? This is as close as you get. You said see, that's it."
"One million," Hank said, he was sweating now.
Hayley dropped her skirt, taking away his view, while looking aghast at him, "I will not..." she looked around and let out a breath. They were still out of view, half a mile from the crowd but you could still hear them in the distance. They were chanting.
Hayley sighed, closed her eyes and scrunched up her nose like someone preparing to go underwater. Then she lifted her skirt back up. Even with her eyes closed she felt him move closer. Part of her was disgusted but she also felt a tingle go down her spine when she felt his breath on her exposed flesh.
She wasn't prepared though when he took hold of her hips in both hands and stuck his face between her legs, letting out a yelp. She tried to jump back but she was against the wall so all she did was scrap her back. It didn't seem to matter though as the guy's slick tongue on her pussy lips took precedent. Despite her own humiliation at what she was doing she couldn't stop the sound that came out of her mouth until it was too late. Within seconds the lead singer of Paramore was practically humping the middle aged car dealer's face. Her hips rotating back and forth, she felt his tongue slide between her cunt lips and she came hard, humping his tongue hard while riding out her orgasm.
After he pulled away Hayley licked her lips, rubbing herself and her clit until she jerked a couple more times. She lost track of how long but when she opened her eyes he was staring at her a few feet away, his cellphone in his hands.
"Perfect," he said, holding the phone up, recording it all.
Despite her own humiliation Hayley jerked, flicking her clit again and came hard, her legs barely able to keep her still standing. A second later she fell to the ground. She looked up at him, still holding the camera and said, "One million, you agreed."
"I'm a man of my word," he nodded, "Now roll over and show us that ass."
To her own surprise, Hayley rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her skirt up, giving him a perfect view of her bare ass.
She was about to pull it back down and get up when she felt his weight on her, his body pinning her to the ground.
"What are you doing?!" she yelled, frantic.
"Two million for the pussy, Three for the ass," he said, his breath on her neck.
"No... I ..." she started but stopped when she felt his dick poke her and slide along her pussy lips.
Hayley groaned, "Fuck... Two ... million?"
Taking her question for a confirmation, Hayley felt his cock slide between her lips and into her pussy. He wasn't very big, maybe average size, but being pinned down by his weight and after just cumming herself a few minutes ago she was already so hot and bothered.
"So tight," he grunted, thrusting into her.
Hayley whimpered, under his full weight as he piled drived into her pussy, "Fuck!" she cursed.
"Just as I imagined when I first saw you on stage," he whispered in her ear, pulling out and then back in all the way, "all these years later and still a tight little pussy."
Hayley moaned, then reached up above her, grabbing the back of his head with her hand, "Three million?" she asked in a throaty voice.
He gave her a hard thrust making her whimper for a reply, then slid out of her and got to his feet, "ass up," he said. It wasn't a request. Hayley's blonde hair was a mess. She looked over her shoulder through it as he was removing his shirt, then with her face to the ground pushed her ass up.
Hayley yelped when he slapped her ass cheeks, then shot him a look. He gripped her hips with both hands, groping her ass cheeks, "Juicy ass, you let any of the men in that restroom mount it?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"No? I guess they didn't offer three million dollars," he said, sliding his cock between her cheeks, along her asshole, "Guess you have to pay for prime ass like this isn't that right whore?"
"Shut up and fuck me," she demanded, rubbing her ass up and down his cock.
Hank gripped her cheeks, spreading them apart and pushed his cock head forward in response. Hayley gasped, pawing at the ground for leverage.
"Even tighter than that cunt," he said, shoving himself forward until finally bottoming out with a groan. Hayley howled underneath him, feeling as if he was inside her soul. When he began to thrust into her though, his balls slapping against her cunt, it was too much. Mouth hanging open in a silent scream, Hayley Williams came.
"I should lend you out to the state legistlators," Hank said, grunting between thrusts, "Make them pay of course," he said, chuckling to himself before grunting again, "I know many of them saw you perform as teenager and have wanted to fuck this dirty little whore ass for years."
Hayley whimpered.
"Raise up," he demanded, sliding out of her ass.
She didn't even hesitate, raising up to a kneeling position.
"Remove your top," he said.
She pulled it over her head, and without his request undid her bra and tossed it to the side. Hayley rubbed and teased her nipples, looking up at him.
"Ready for my donation slut?" he asked.
The only response she gave him was opening her mouth. Barely a minute later her face was coated in cum, dripping down her bare chest. When Hank released the last rope onto her she reached up and brought his cock in closer, taking him into her mouth fully to clean him dry.
"Vote blue," she said in a slutty voice, looking up at him when she was finished. He zipped up and walked away leaving her alone.
Once she was done cleaning herself off of his cum Hayley got dressed and walked back into the open. There were a group of young men walking towards her.
Hayley paused, deep in thought, then approached them, "Hi guys, on your way to vote?"
"Hi," one of them said.
"Our first time," another said.
"Oh?" Hayley said, giving them a smile, "Do you know who you're voting for?"
"Not sure," the tall one with dark hair said.
"Well," she said, giving him a dirty look, "Let me help you decide." She tugged on his shirt, "Follow me boys," she said to the four men, leading them back down the alley she had just left.
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