Being an independent photographer and model seems like an easy job. but it's not,especially when you're hired to be a photographer for a band of a bunch of rowdy boys that are constantly flirting with you. in this case, you'd have to be miss Emma Ro...
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🌹Emma_Rose🌹: Bonjour Paris! 📸: @clintoncave
Username1: Bonjour Belle Fille!
Username2: Bonjour! Hope your day is amazing!!🌹
clintoncave: 😍✨ Princess.
Username3: 🤯🥰 So pretty!!
I helped the boys carry in gear,and helped Winnona set up the merch table.
"How'd you meet Clinton?" Winnona asked me.
"Funny Story... I had been in Santa Monica,doing a shoot for a friend,and he'd commented on the post I'd made about it." "And... When I got to the airport that night,they were coincidentally there." "And they were most definitely looking at me. Whispering to each other bout me." "Which I'm pretty used to. And when I was walking through the parking garage,we we're headed the same way." "I thought they were following me. So I ran to my car. And me being a clutz,I dropped my keys,and Jesse walked over." I explained.
Clinton walked over with Jesse. "whatcha wafflin on bout over here?" Jesse asked.
"Emma's telling me how you met." Winnona replied.
Clinton blushed and looked at feet as he played with the ends of his hair.
"No,babe. Don't be embarrassed. It's okay,It's okay." I reassured him softly as I hugged him. I softly kissed his forehead.
"Does it really make you that I'm uncomfortable?" I asked him worriedly.
He nodded. "okay. Is it okay if I just skip to the good part?" I asked him.
He nodded again with a light smile.
"So,Jesse grabbed a coffee with me, and took me into the bus,and I met the boys. But Clinton... He stood out. I was captivated all heads over heels since day one." I told Winnona.
"And all things aside,she was so so so sweet and just so nice and cheerful to us all. Like she acted like nothing happened." "She was just all good spirits and such." Jesse chimed in.
Clinton smiled fondly and kissed my forehead.
"That was wild,from start to finish! That is the best meeting story I've ever heard!" "Way better than how we met!" Winnona giggled.
We all laughed and nodded. Mitchel walked over. "what's funny?" He asked, putting his arm around Winnona's shoulders.
"Emma told me how you guys met. Pretty wild if you ask me." She replied.
Mitchel blushed and sheepishly chuckled. "ah yea. We try not to remember that day." Mitchel replied.
"I'll keep that noted." She replied.
I left them alone,and followed Jesse and Clinton backstage. Clinton took me to one of the dressing rooms,and closed the door.
"Hey,everything okay?" I asked him softly.
He nodded,and held me. "I just want some time with you." He murmured.
I nodded,and we cuddled up on the couch. "You okay bub?" I asked. He nodded.
"I'm sorry if I triggered any bad memories or insecurities. I didn't mean to. I'd never hurt you like that. I love you,so much. I'm sorry baby." I said softly,holding his face in my hands.
"It's okay love. I'm okay. I promise. You didn't know,because I didn't say anything till now. That's on me. But I'm okay." He reassured me.
He softly kissed me,and I wrapped my arms around his neck as I kissed him back. The kiss slowly grew more heated,and he trailed kisses down my neck,and collar bones. He laid me down so he was on all fours above me,and trailed kisses where my dress exposed my skin.
"Clinton.." I breathed,as the euphoria started overtaking me.
"ON IN TEN!!" Pat yelled down the hall.
Clinton smirked. "I can beat that." He said cockily.
He lifted my dress and removed my underwear. He removed his jeans and boxers,and took a condom out from his wallet. He put it on,and pushed his length into me.
He started slow,and then picked up his pace. "Fuck... Haven't had you in so long babygirl. Feel so good." He grunted.
"Clinton!" I whined,digging my nails into his shoulders and back. "ah fuck! Feels so good baby." He moaned. He kissed me,then trailed kisses down the exposed area.
He picked up his pace a bit more. "CLINTON!!" I cried out in pleasure.
"Fuck! Emma!!" He loudly moaned.
He thrusted harder. "I'm so close princess." He grunted. "Me too!" I breathed. I bucked my hips and he kissed me hard.
"You feel so good!" I moaned. "You too baby. Fuck! I'm- Emma! Emma! I'm-" he stammered as his thrusts grew more sloppy.
"Clinton!" I cried out,as we hit out our climaxes.
He gently pulled out,as he softly kissed me. He threw out the condom, and put on his boxers and jeans. He put my underwear back on me,and softly kissed my forehead. "I love you so much princess." He murmured.
"I love you more." I replied. He helped me to my feet,and we walked back to where everyone else was. I grabbed my camera,as he grabbed his sax and guitar.
Clinton softly kissed me again,and followed the boys out on to stage.
