The Fame Whore - Justin Bieber FanFic

Chapter 6

Justin Bieber

We were on the first scene for the photoshoot. It was Adrienne laying down on a beach bench with shades on, a black bikini , She looked extremely hot and arousing wearing it, and blacked out shades. Her hair was on one side and she had black high heels.

"Alright Justin! Lay down beside her. Adrienne lift you body up, rest it on your elbows. Alright, that's good." Paul, the photographer from before said as we did what he says.

"Alright Justin, put your hand on her hips and put your face near her neck. Perfect! Closer." he continued snapping photos. "Sexy! Very sexy. Alright I want you, Adrienne to stand up behind Justin put your hands over his shoulders. Yes perfect. Show those red, long nails. Make it look like your scratching his chest. Justin, look at her to your left but not too much. Prefect. " I'm not gonna lie, I'm enjoying this. All this touches. Me touching her and vice versa. She's just so hot.

She accidentally really scratched my chest and it's hard not to react because I had no top on. I lowly growled "Sht." I lowly mumbled. "Not now please." I whispered to myself.

"What?" She said removing her hands off me and looking at me.

"Huh?" I played dumb.

"Oh nothing. I thought I heard you talking." She explained.

"It's nothing." I smiled.

The next scene was hard. Very, very hard.

I was sitting on a stool, Adrienne was standing with her legs in between mine. Her back was towards me and her butt was just few inches away from my face. I held her hips as she posed for the camera and I was asked to look at her back and "act" like I was ogling her body. Let me tell you, it wasn't acting.

"Perfect! You both project very naturally. You guys should be actors." Paul complimented.

Oh if you knew. If you just knew.

After the the shoot, I walked towards Adrienne who had a white button up that was open and her bikini.

"Hey, Adrienne. Do you maybe want to have dinner later? Like so we can know each other. You know. The job and all. " I tried making excuses.

"Sure." She smiled at me. Oh God. Those clothes should be ripped off. Like, please!

Ugh. My friend stirring down there. Calm down, partner. I thought to myself.

"Great let me pick you up? " I looked at her with my puppy eyes.

"Fine. I'll let you know my address later. I'll text ya." She said.

"Okay. See ya"