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🌹: I don't know who they keep talking to,Calling my phone like that, shut ’em up! Gimme some answers,I want your attention,Like I don't care, shut 'em up!
mitchelcave: I just been touring hella shows. I think this might be like all I know. I think I might need another dose.
Username4: Don’t have exact amount I don’t care,You gotta tell that bitch "round it up!!"
clintoncave: 😍🔥 Baby!
I followed the boys Into the venue and followed Winnona to the merch table. We quickly set up,then went backstage.
"Someone's in a hyped fight mood." Mitty said in a teasing sing song mood.
"Oh you wanna go?" I asked. Pat tossed my some boxing gloves,and I caught them and put them on.
He gave Mitchel the target gloves. Mitty put them on. Winnona put my hair in a ponytail.
Clinton put on Lauren Sanderson's song,Shut 'em up. Mitty and I started boxing practice.
~Later~
We were exhausted and sweaty. We laid on the floor,smiling at each other. "Damn Mamacita. You're all bite huh? I Respect that." Mitchel said as he caught his breath.
I chuckled. "Only when it's necessary. But otherwise, I'm really laid back and sweet. But damn dude, you're like lightning." "You really fuckin push people to their best. Respect brother." I replied,fist bumping him.
"Wait can I call you that? My bro?" I asked him.
"Absofuckinlutely,little sis." He replied.
I softly smiled and contentedly sighed. Jesse helped us up,and we headed to the showers.
After our showers and getting dressed,Mitty grabbed a blow dryer and started drying my hair.
I felt my face heat up. "You okay?" He asked,as he braided my hair into French braids.
I nodded. "just been a long time since anyone's looked after me like this... I'm so used to doing it myself..." I replied.
He turned me to face him,and he hugged me,so my face was buried in his bare chest. He kissed the top of my head. "I've always gotcha Hun." He replied softly.
There was a knock on the door. "You okay in there?" Christian's voice asked.
"Yea! Just a sec!!" Mitchel called back.
He pulled on his shirt and kissed my forehead. We walked out of the showers,and Christian hugged Mitchel.
"Ugh! Finally! I missed you!" He said overdramatically.
Christian's face lit up. He softly pecked Mitty's lips. Mitty smiled wide, blushing. We sat on the couches,and I sat beside Winnona.
"How do you put up with them by yourself?" She asked me.
I shrugged. "I don't have siblings. So... Having them is as close as I have.. we have our feuds.." "we have our good days. We look out for one another when someone hassles any of us." "We annoy one another.. but at the end of the day it's all fun and games.. hugs and kisses." I explained fondly.
Winnona smiled fondly nodded.
Soon,the boys had to head out on stage. Clinton kissed me,and I grabbed my camera. Winnona went up to the merch table.
~Later~
We went in the bus,and the boys took quick showers. Clinton got in my bunk shirtless,and sat me on his lap so I straddled him. He kissed me as he took out my braids.
I trailed kisses down his neck,and left a few hickies. "Fuck." He breathed in pleasure. "lay down and relax." I cooed. He did. I trailed kisses down his body,as I trailed my hands down, till I reached the button of his jeans.
I undid it and pulled them down along with his boxers. I took his length in my mouth and started bobbing my head.
"Fuuuucck. Baby." He quietly moaned.
I picked up my pace and his tip hit the back of my throat,causing me to choke a bit. "oh God! Oh God! Fuck!" He gasped in euphoria.
I did it again,and he let out a loud moan.
Soon,he hit his climax,and I swallowed. He put his boxers on and pulled on some sweatpants. He sat me on his lap as he sat up,and kissed me.
