𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑋𝑜𝑛𝑒

𝑋𝐿

Days turned into nights, and nights turned into weeks. Janet was working hard, fully immersed in the preparation for her tour and the music videos she was filming. Her focus was unwavering, and I couldn't help but admire her dedication. But, at the same time, I found myself feeling a little restless. I wanted to be more involved, to experience the world she was living in, even if just for a little while.

One day, I couldn't help but ask. "Janet, please, take me with you to one of these video shoots," I begged, my eyes filled with genuine curiosity. "I want to see how these videos are created, especially one of your videos. I've always wondered what it's like behind the scenes."

She paused, her gaze softening as she considered my request. I could tell she appreciated the interest, but I knew her schedule was packed. Still, the idea of stepping into her world, even just for a day, was something I couldn't shake.

I was there for the Son of a Gun shoot, and it was everything I had imagined. As soon as I arrived, I caught sight of Missy Elliott again, and we exchanged a friendly greeting, though my attention quickly shifted to the most important person there, Janet. Watching her work was mesmerizing.

She moved with such confidence, her hips swaying effortlessly as she danced, each movement controlled and fluid. Then, she picked up a baseball bat, swinging it with precision. And those abs, every inch of her was sculpted, the power in her body undeniable. I couldn't tear my eyes away, captivated by how effortlessly she commanded the set, her energy filling the space.

I sat next to the director, getting cozy in the chair beside him. He was really nice to me, explaining things here and there, making me feel like part of the crew. I was really enjoying myself, taking in the entire atmosphere, the lights, the music, the choreography. Everything felt electric, and just being there, seeing Janet do her thing, made me appreciate the art of it all even more.

I pretended to be just her friend on set, not her girlfriend. There were too many eyes around, too many people who might start talking, and I didn't want to make her job harder. But once we were behind closed doors, in the privacy of her dressing room, it was a different story.

Her dressing room was cozy, a comfortable space with two couches, a mirror desk for makeup, and a clothing rack full of outfits she'd wear throughout the shoot. It was a haven, a little sanctuary in the midst of all the chaos of the shoot.

After her last shot of the day, she rushed me back to the dressing room, eager to finally be alone with me. She made sure Joey stayed in front of the door, guarding it to make sure no one saw the two girls running into the same dressing room together. Once the door clicked shut behind us, the tension in the air shifted, and all I could think about was being close to her. The world outside of the dressing room ceased to exist, and all that mattered was us, in that small, intimate space, where the world couldn't intrude.

Janet wasted no time as soon as the door closed behind us. She removed her hat, setting it aside with a quick, practiced motion, then started unbuttoning her denim crop top. The way she moved, so fluid and confident, made my heart race. Her body, leaner than it had been before, a result of following my strict Victoria's Secret regiment, was something else entirely. Every curve, every muscle was defined in a way that left me breathless.

Her skin, her strength, the way she moved, it was all so effortlessly perfect, like she was crafted just for me. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I didn't want to. In that moment, she was mine, and I was in awe of how beautiful, how strong she was. The space between us disappeared as I moved closer, my heart swelling with everything I felt for her in that instant.

She had me completely lost in the moment, my face pressed into the cushions of the couch and my knees bent, body arching in a way that was all her. The way she guided me, moved me, made me feel, every touch and every movement was intentional, drawing out every ounce of desire. The room felt smaller, the world outside nonexistent, as I surrendered to her, completely immersed in everything she made me feel. In that moment, it was just her and me, and nothing else mattered but the connection between us.