Nikki Sixx prys himself on being in the sleaziest dirtiest rock band Motley Crue. He is considered the bad boy of Rock 'n Roll and has a reputation that proves it. He meets the highest-paid fashion model in the world, Iman Darlington who is the comp...
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"Ok let me see the pictures," Tamara says as she shoves the director aside. "These are good; however she's not doing what she's told. She's trying to hide her body."
"Yeah, they aren't too bad though. These are just practice shoots after all."
"I wish that scar could be covered."
"It's not that bad."
"Yes, it is."
"Well, other than that she's gorgeous."
"Yeah, I'm wondering if I can sell these to some photographers for money or a magazine."
"Isn't that illegal? These are naked practice shots. Which means you can't sell them without Iman's consent."
"Don't tell me what I can or can't do," Tamara growls. "Alright, Iman go put your clothes on."
I breathe out then stand up covering my chest and pelvis after overhearing their talk. One of the assistants brings over a robe for me to put on. After I put it on, I head into my changing room and sit down on the couch. I rub my face feeling edgy and exposed. Today was my naked practice shot for my Sports Illustrated Magazine shoot that was on Wednesday. Tamara stopped by to make sure I was fully naked. It was so humiliating having to get fully naked and pose in front of all these assistants, photographers, directors, and lighting people. I'm very professional when it comes to doing photoshoots. I'll pose however the director tells me to. However, in this practice shoot, I know I didn't do a good job with posing. I was in a panic mood. And not so much because of Tamara, when this magazine goes out my mom will see it. And when my mom gets mad all hell will break loose.
Slam!
Speaking of hell. I flinched and was startled to hear the door slam shut.
"H... hey Tamara." I stammer.
She slowly walks and sits across from me. Crossing her leg over the other and crossing her hands together placing them on her thighs, she leans forward giving me a very dry smile.
"Did you think your practice shoot was professional?" She asks sarcastically.
"Um..."
"Um." She mocks. "I asked you a question... did you think your practice shoot was professional?"
"No," I respond nervously.
"No, it wasn't!" She yells. "I know you don't like when I yell at you, and I'm trying to be patient but you're pissing me off!"
"It's practice-"
"Yes, it's practice and it was shit!" She gets up yelling in my face making me back against the couch in fear. "Iman." She backs off and calms down some. "Look, you have another practice tomorrow before the real shoot. I don't wanna put my hands on you I'm trying not to get angry with you but you're making me want to beat your ass right now."
