Devante Swing, known as Mr SWING. One of the most powerful men in the music industry. He runs his own record label in New York City called "SWING RESIDENT". Everybody who was everybody wanted to work there for or with him. But the chances were very...
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"Good, good, give me face" the photographer Vanessa shouted, hyping me up for the shoot. I looked up at the camera touching my curly blonde wig that I had to put on that De suggested. I wasn't feeling it at first but he seduce me into wearing it, and also by telling me how good I look and nobody can't rock it like me "YES! That face" she smiled taking more shots
This shoot was pushed back because Devante had to take care of business with Jodeci. They had 2 video shoots them selves and 4 interviews to attend too. I learned that they are not the type to be interviewed because all of them were dry, and acted as if they didn't want to be there. Especially De and Jojo they really ain't say much, maybe next time I should get them in the spirit or something cause I even know not to act so nonchalant at a interview. Speaking on that I will be interviewed soon as my album drop De already set it up
"Okay we are done" Vanessa called out. I sighed, feeling relieved she was taking one too many pictures which wasn't caused for, when only one will make the cover and it probably be the ugliest shot
I looked up seeing Devante was watching me across the room he smirked at me waving for me to go to the back. I nodded my head and watched him go off to the back before moving my feet to follow him. The room was crowded because other people also had their shoot today, glad I was the 5th person cause it's too many damn people in here they must can't find another photographer? What I'm kidding I wouldn't want to find another either Vanessa is one of the best
Devante went off into Vanessa's personal room where she kept the other cameras at, and also pictures of the shoots she did. I went inside taking a look at everything it's set so right
"Why you-
"Shush" he cut me off covering his hand over my mouth, pushing my back against the wall Is he gone lock the door? Or just get straight into it? Risk getting caught
His big hands roamed down my body, lifting up the pink silk dress I had on. I felt his finger rub across my lace panties, he glided them to the side and slid his finger into my wetness. I gasp at the good feeling he gets me so heated. His tongue ran across my neck biting, and sucking my skin as his finger went deeper in me pumping in and out at pace
"Fuck" I painted, closing my eyes, biting down on my lips. I didn't want to get too loud the door already unlocked
"You look so fucking good" he whispered in my ear, licking on my earlobe. His finger went faster and deeper in me I felt my juices trying to squirt down
Just when I was going to cum- we heard somebody coming to the door. He quickly pull his finger out of out me, grabbed my hands and push the both of us in the dark closet, locking the door. The closet had see through blinds on it so we could peep out. The door swung open revealing Vanessa, she sat her camera down I think she was changing the lens or something
