Ms.Damita Jo

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Mia took a big breath, the elevator whirring around her. She never noticed how nervous she was until now. This is actually happening. She thought with an anxious smile. The doors smoothly slid open and Mia shoved her nervousness away and replaced it with a confident smirk. At the end of the hall was door were two built, tall body guards in all black. T-shirts, pants, boots. The typical.

Upon stepping forward, Mia was stopped by the guard on her left. He said," Janet isn't doing autograph signings right now. Go home." Mia's eyebrows creased as her hands clenched into fists," Excuse me, I'm not here for no damn autograph signings." He crossed his arms across his chest," Go home or we'll escort you." Mia stood her ground," You ain't escorting nobody out. I'm here for a reason and you not stopping me either. Now move out the way!" The body guard to the right of her, narrowed his eyes," What are you here for then?"

"Mia Smith," She said," Hello? Magic M makeup artist?"

The guard on her right laughed haughtily," Yeah, right. I'll believe it when I—"

Click!

Standing at the opened door was none other than Janet Jackson. She wore a white crop top, high waisted jean shorts and a black robe. Upon laying eyes on the woman, Mia could hear would Would You Mind playing her head. 

She held her nasty thoughts back, keeping herself from pouncing on Janet and kissing her.

The guards jumped and one said," Ms. Jackson! We were just getting rid of this crazed fan saying she was—"

"A makeup artist?" Janet finished, rolling her eyes in annoyance and leaning against the doorway. Both guards nodded their heads, she sighed and said," Please, come in Mia. Sorry about my body guards." The makeup artist gave one of the body guards a glare before turning her attention to Janet. The singer closed the door as Mia began," Hi, Ms. Jackson. Glad you let me come inside."

"I'm glad Jlo fired you." She replied with a small laugh before raising an eyebrow," Why did Jlo fire you?" Mia couldn't help rolling her eyes at the mention of the desperate woman's name," Got fired because she said my work was basic and she didn't like it at all." She mumbled angrily," Which is a damn lie." Janet laughed, her keen ears picking up the last of Mia's muffled words," Typical. By the way, thanks for the good time at the club. You really know how to hold your liquor and party." Mia's light brown hue began to redden in embarrassment," I'm sorry...I forgot about that. I hope I didn't embarrass you." Janet smirked, Bingo

"Not at all," She replied, raking a hand through her hair," I had a fun time. I would do it again but y'know what they say. Business before pleasure. But anyway, we'll be heading to a photo shoot in an hour. But be prepared because it's gonna get a little...hectic."

"Okay, I'm ready when you are." Mia replied with nod. Hectic was a setting and word she was familiar with. It was a word Tris and Kiaria used to describe her relationship with Hazel. It could go from childish to crazy from a small look, taunt or remark. She was used to it by now. If she can live through seven years of Hazel through high school and at home, then a hectic day of a photo shoot was nothing. If anything, this would be interesting.

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When they walked through the doors of the photo shoot studio, everyone was running around to make sure the camera or what have you was set up and properly working. Mia walked and looked at Janet for one second—

"Woah." Janet pulled her back, gently gripping her arm. Her soft, warm tough sent a tingle throughout Mia's body but she held in the urge to moan.

"Be care Mia," Janet said," You almost had a speaker drop on you." She watched as guy carrying a giant, black speaker walk away into some hallway. "Sorry about that." She replied with a nervous smile.

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Janet sat in her chair patiently as Mia softly brushed a light shade of blush onto her cheeks. The singer read a magazine, not just a typical magazine. One named Spotlight Magazine. It focused on makeup artist, upcoming artists and producers, newest songs topping the charts and celebrity news. She was currently reading page 23, which was all about Mia, titled Who Just Fires an A Lister Makeup Artist?

Janet laughed reading a line with a sly comment about Jlo's mistake before she raised an eyebrow as Mia asked," What songs are you doin'? I gotta know what I'm working with." Janet chuckled," Would You Mind, Pleasure Principle, All For You, Control, Rhythm Nation and Nasty. I love preforming but I just want to have more days where I can just talk to a person who's not star struck by me."

"I understand," Mia replied, doing a well job," I try not to focus on who the person is or what their really doing in life. I like to see how they are inside and out." The singer wasn't persuaded," Is that the same thing you said to Jlo."

"Yeah, gotta stay focused on making' money." Mia answered as the thought, What I really said was,' I'm here to work and that's it. Not here to listen to you to about how much 'drama' you think, you go through just sell out a show.'

"Needs work but I have a a question." The known Jackson began," Are you bisexual?" Mia stopped doing Janet's right eyebrow, she was almost done with it. She held a shocked expression but answered the question," Um, no...I'm actually lesbian and I'm only gay for one woman...I—Is that a problem?" Janet chuckled at her sudden stammering as the nervousness set in, she found it quite cute and alluring in a way.

"No, not at all," Janet added," I just need to practice my Would You Mind routine and everyone here is either married, old or dating somebody else." The last part of the sentence was paired with an eyeroll of annoyance. Mia saw the curious sparkle in her eye but decided to wait on making a clear move," You can practice on me. I don't mind." Janet gave her a small smile and shake of her head at Mia's song related answer," Good, because I never do a show without practicing. Just please don't tell anyone." The makeup artist smirked going back to finishing Janet's eyebrow," Secret's safe with me Ms. Jackson." She laughed," Thanks Mia. And for somebody who came out the closet to me at a club, you sure are calm about all of this."

Mia hid her emotions well for somebody who had a lot to say when it came to a certain thing or certain person (Hazel).

"Your welcome." The makeup artist replied," And to be honest...I'm actually dying inside right now." Janet quickly became concerned," Why?" Mia concentrating hard to stay focused on finishing her eyebrow, refusing to look at the singer," Because you're the woman I'm gay for."

Janet looked up, Mia blushed hard, becoming a visible shade of pink. Janet chuckled softly," Wow, bold huh?" She changed her voice to soft and seductive," I like that." Mia blushed harder, eyes widening at Janet's change of tone. Knowing she had done it on purpose. The singer continued," You and I should definitely hang out after the show, I need somebody who knows how to have a good time."

"I would definitely love that."

"Well then, I have a small plan," Janet began," How does wine, moonlight, hot tub and classic music sound?" Mia avoided her eye contact, looking at Janet's neck before her sneaky eyes wandered down to the woman's full, supple, round breasts," Definitely down for it." She wished she hadn't finished her job so quickly, she was good but sometimes her skill and speed was curse. She still needed something to distract her from Janet's seductiveness.

Janet laughed again," Come back to the hotel at 10: 45. And thanks again for coming on such short notice."

"No problem," Mia replied with a childish smile, looking up at her when she finally stopped blushing. Janet laughed," And my body guards won't give you a problem this time, they're a little over protective."

"Good cause I don't want to have to fuck anybody up and can I bring anything?"

Janet smirked, playing along," Depends. What do you have in mind?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Mia answered with a wink. "Okay then," Janet remarked," I'll look forward to getting to know you personally Mia." The makeup artist took in a breath and said," Same Ms. Jackson." 

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