Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Camila's sister

Lauren's POV
(G!P Lauren)
"My sister should be here soon to start recording. God, she's always late." Camila looked at the time on her phone.

"Let's just get everything set up. She's here for the stripper scene, right babe?" I wrapped myself arms around my girlfriend's neck.

"Yeah." She sighed, gently shrugging me off.

That's how she's been this past month. Shrugging me off, refusing to engage in any intimate actions. Somethings up.

"Babe are you-"

"Sorry I'm late." A voice spoke and I turned to see a gorgeous woman who looked to be a bit older than Camila and I.

Holy shit she was gorgeous.... those long legs, big bust, and large ass. Ugh... what I'd do to that-

"Babe, this is Y/N. Y/N this is my girlfriend Lauren." The goddess gave me a smile before bringing me into a hug.

She smelt so good...

"No way you're a stripper. You look too-" the woman glared at the man.

"You want me to show you a little something? Or do you want me to fucking slap you across the face for second guessing me? Last time I checked I'm paying you to preform, not the other motherfucking way around. So I suggest you get your dick out of your mouth and think before you speak to me next time." She growled out and I could feel the tightness of my pants.

Holy shit...
Camila was off somewhere on a call or some shit, I couldn't care less.

"Please, show me what you've got miss Cabello." She nodded and plugged her phone into the speaker before moving a chair in the middle of the room.

"Fucking show off." I heard Camila's voice say as her sister got off the chair and shut off the music.

"For More Than That, I understand you want a more subtle dance." Her eyes met mine and I felt my mouth go dry.

"Uh- yeah. Something a bit more sensual." She nodded her head and Camila rolled her eyes at her sister.

"She's always trying to steal the spot light. When I get famous for singing, she gets famous for dancing, when I get famous for dancing she gets famous for singing." Camila glared at her older sister.

"Camz, I think it'd be better if you left... I'm trying to get this music video done and I can't have any distractions." I didn't know where this was coming from, but thank god it came out.

"Seriously?" She seemed pissed off.

"I'm serious, Camz." She rolled her eyes and soon left.

My eyes were on the beautiful Cuban across from me.

She was writing in a journal, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

I sat beside the woman, my nose filling with the scent of her perfume.

It was intoxicating.

"Got any ideas?" She asked, looking up to meet my eyes.

"Many." I bit my bottom lip and she cleared her throat.

"About the dance, Lauren." She broke out staring contest.

"Hmm, yeah. You can do a pole dance." She wrote that idea down.