might make a pt2
you'd been friends with terri for a long time, since you two were 15. you both used to laugh and dream about being famous, her a playboy bunny and you an actress. you'd both made it and were still friends.
terri sat on your couch as you talked about your current relationship. itd been a little while since your last gossip session which meant she didnt know about the man you'd been seeing. you told her all about slash, of course she knew who he was. everybody knew who that was on sunset strip. you'd been together for about 9 months now and everything was still going great.
"hey, do you know what we should do?" she excitedly asked.
you looked at her, awaiting her brilliant idea. "we should get you on a playboy magazine with his guitar, everybody knows his guitar and your hot, it would be perfect!"
"i dont know terri," you sighed. it wasnt that you were ashamed of your body or anything, matter of fact you were pretty proud of it. especially since you'd recently gotten pierced. "i just got my nipples pierced, i cant wear anything lacy anyways-"
"go topless," she shrugged.
"he'd kill me," you immediately turned down. "i doubt he'd want a bunch of teenagers jerking off to his girlfriends tits and his guitar," you laughed at the thought.
"cmon, please? we dont have to publish it but at least do it for the experience?" she begged, giving you the puppy dog eyes.
you sighed and agreed which is how you ended up driving with terri down to the playboy mansion with slash's signature les paul in your backseat. you'd asked him if you could borrow it for about two hours and using your persuasion skills, you'd managed to convince him.
so now, here you sat on a bass amp with your legs open and the guitar in front of you. obviously it wasnt big enough to cover your tits so one leg was pulled up with your heel clad foot was on the amp so you could lean down and you were covered.
after about an hour and a half of being directed and organized into various positions, you were finally finished. going through the pictures, you agreed to have the photos on a magazine and hugged terri before rushing home.
setting the guitar back in its room, you headed into the living room to see your boyfriend sitting on the couch watching top gun. "hey baby, where'd you go?" he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple as you sat next to him on the couch.
"you'll see," you replied vaguely, wrapping your arms around his neck before kissing him.
the following week, slash had gone out with the band to the studio and you stayed at home, knowing today was the day your magazine was coming out.
around 8, the door opened just as you were setting two plates of stir fry onto the bar. "hey," you called out, reaching around to grab two forks.
"you got some explaining to do," he mumbled, walking into the kitchen. when you turned around, you saw his eyes glued to a magazine and you smirked.
"i do?" you asked, acting clueless.
"hell yeah, you wanna tell me why your tits are on the cover of a playboy?" he asked, holding out the magazine. "this is what you needed my guitar for?" he asked with a smirk.
"it was terri's idea, she convinced me," you blamed her, taking the article to see how it turned out. you did look good. your face wasnt on the cover but there was a few pages with some other photos that did. but on the cover, your back was arched, head tilted back. one hand was holding the guitar up and the other was holding you up on your elbow. your legs were bent, showcasing the guitar even further.
the best part though, in your opinion, was your nipple rings. terri convinced you to change them so that when you looked at it, your left had a 'fuck' charm and the right had one that read 'me'. it hurt like a bitch since they werent healed yet but it was definitely worth it.
"jesus, if you'd have told me this is what that was for, id have given it to you no hesitation," he mumbles, still looking at the photo. "i dont know how i feel about all the 15 year old boys that are jacking it to your picture though."
you laugh and wrap your arms around his waist after putting the magazine on the counter. "would it make you feel any better if i let you recreate those photos?" you ask innocently.
his brows furrow in awe and his eyes glass over with lust, making them seem impossibly darker. he nods quickly causing you to laugh again and make your way up the stairs.
