FILTH IN THE BEAUTY: Look Who's Talking
"It's Friday," Gabe began, "another big night."
He got up from the white lounge chair and stalked over to where Camille lied, her eyes closed while she soaked the rays of the LA sun.
Camille felt him stand over her, blocking the sunlight.
"You're blocking my sunlight, Gabe," she said. She sat up, making room for him to sit as he did.
Camille met Gabe through Telle. Gave him the life he has now. Making him a known artist in his band. It was Camille who gave him and his band their big break. Booking them in shows and going in for real recording sessions with record labels. And it all started off with Gabe posting a few songs on his Telle page; nothing but scratchy recordings of his band's songs. Camille listened to them and saw the potential, had him and his band play at several Telle parties. After hearing the response Gabe's band was given by their audience, Camille called up a few favors and Gabe was able to produce an EP. Thus establishing, Aid of Tatum, of course, being named after the help Tatum (Camille) gave to them.
"Any big surprises tonight or is it just another social gathering?" he asked.
"Telle parties are anything you want it to be," she said and smirked, dropping her head low to look at him from behind her large sunglasses.
"I was just wondering," he said. Gabe ran his hand through her hair to pull back the masses of dark tresses that shrouded her face, and then letting it rest on her shoulder. "You always pull something big behind our backs."
"Trust me," Camille said, "I have nothing to hide tonight."
She pulled him in closer to her, letting his lean muscular body rest atop of hers lightly as she pulled his head down for a kiss. It was long and slow. The way he always kissed her, it was the way she loved it. The way her bare skin reacted with his, was almost magical to her. The way her slender fingers ran through his dark hair that fell down to the nape of his neck. It wasn't like they were actually dating and were an established couple. Sure they had their nightly rendezvous' and were satisfying each other but their relationship was strictly sexual. Between the two of them, was just something extremely close, and they were always there for each other. They'd welcome each other with hugs and they would cuddle in bed or on the couch during a night of watching movies. She'd take a seat in his lap if there weren't enough chairs. And he'd welcome it all.
Gabe reluctantly pulled away from Camille.
"Wear black tonight," she said breathlessly. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"I thought you had nothing to hide?"
"I don't, I'm telling you this, aren't I?" she replied. "I wonder if the rest of the members will wear black once I post up the bulletin on Telle."
"You're Camille Tatum Mori, the Tatum-TELLE; of course they're going to wear black if you tell them to."
"Right," she sighed, "I better go post it up now, it's already four, and they must be waiting for me."
"I'm sure they are," he said, dazzling her with his gorgeous smile and letting her go into the mansion that belonged to her.
Camille headed to her office room. The homepage of Telle was already open on her desktop; all she had to do was post the new blog entry and word would get out faster than popcorn was made.
Typing up the last word, she heard Gabe stroll in. He looked at the monitor over her shoulder and read the post.
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