Rita Ora One Shots

2. Photoshoot

I sat on the white leather stool watching Rita Ora swish her hair around and pose for her photo shoot. Her white dress is plunged so far down, I have full view of her chest. She might as well not be wearing everything. 

"Lia, more coffee please!" Michelle the makeup artist shouted. 

"Okay" I sighed, groaning internally. 

I've recently been hired as some sort of slave for Rita Ora and her team. Obviously, slave isn't the official title of my job, but that's what I feel like. I'm constantly running around making drinks, fetching food and doing everything for everyone. I can't really complain though, I'm just an average girl who's working so close to her idol every single day. She hasn't spoken to me yet though, she's way too busy. 

Four hours later, the photo shoot finally finished. My feet are killing, heels are definitely not the best footwear when you're running round after people all day. I sat in the dressing room where I'd been sent by Rita's manager who's name I can't remember. After replying to texts, I checked my social media and replied to a few celebrities tweets. Half an hour later, the door flung open making me jump and revealing a sweaty but sexy Rita. She's changed out of her dress and is now wearing grey sweatpants and a white Adidas crop top. Her perfect blonde curls are shoved into a messy high ponytail and her makeup is slightly smudged yet she still looks perfect. 

"I'm sorry, I'll go" I said quickly, getting to my feet. 

"No, it's okay" Rita smiled politely. 

"Your manager told me to sit in here" 

"I don't want to sound rude at all so I'm sorry if I do, but who are you?" Rita asked curiously. 

"Nobody, literally nobody" I replied, shifting awkwardly on my feet. 

"What's your name?" Rita laughed, sensing my awkwardness. 

"Lia. I make coffee, fetch food and anything else everyone wants me to do" 

"Fun" Rita joked. "Is it your first day?" 

"No, my fifth" 

"How are you finding it so far?" 

"It's good. Busy, but good. Michelle's a bit bossy though" I immediately bit my lip and regretted what I said. Rita and Michelle could be best friends for all I know. 

"Yeah she is" Rita said to my surprise. "I don't like her much, we're looking for a new makeup artist. Don't worry, I won't tell her what you said" She smiled. 

"Thank you" I said shyly. 

"Relax, you don't need to be nervous around me. I don't bite" 

"Sorry, it's just that this is literally my dream come true. I've looked up to you for so many years and I worked hard to get this job" 

"Aww, that's so cute!" The blonde squealed. "What are you doing tonight?" 

"Erm, going home and watching films probably, why?" 

"Fancy coming out?" 

"Out?" 

"Yeah, we're going to a new club tonight. You are over eighteen, aren't you?" 

"Yeah, I'm twenty three" I couldn't believe my idol was asking me to go out drinking with her. I pinched myself to check I wasn't dreaming which made Rita laugh. 

"Yes, this is real" She continued laughing. 

Six hours later, I was in the VIP section of the most amazing night club and slightly drunk. Rita was completely wasted and I laughed as she danced alone in the middle of the dance floor. The way she danced was so sexual and I couldn't peel my eyes off her hips. Her dancers and most of her friends had left so it was just me, Rita and three other people left but they had disappeared somewhere. 

"Come dance with me?" Rita asked as she grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the dance floor, not giving me chance to respond. 

I danced with her as we continued to drink and before long, I was as drunk as her. She stumbled and fell forwards but I grabbed her and pulled her back up. Luckily, no one saw. 

"Come back with me tonight?" Rita shouted over the music. 

"Where?" 

"My hotel" 

"Won't you get in trouble?" The last thing I wanted was for her to get in trouble for inviting me to spend the night with her. 

"No, and I don't care anyway. I'm an adult and can invite someone to my hotel room if I want to" She smiled, taking my hand and pulling me closer. 

Before I could really take in what was happening, our lips connected. Hers were extremely soft and tasted like a mixture of different alcohol that she'd consumed throughout the night. The slim blonde pulled me even closer and wrapped her hands around my waist, deepening the kiss. I started to think about if anyone was watching but soon pushed the thoughts away. My celebrity crush was kissing me and I didn't care what anyone else thought.