Rolling Stone Shoot
I very short fan fiction. It's not as good as I had hoped, but I'll let you be the judge.
Rolling Stone Shoot
“Come on Selena, we’re going to be late.” Michael yelled to me from the bottom of the stairs.
“Late for what?” I responding.
“For the photo shoot with Rolling Stone.”
“Say what? The photo shoot is for you, not me.”
Michael came up stairs and came into the bedroom where I was getting dressed. “They’re doing an article about the two of us getting married. It wouldn’t make much sense if it was just me in the pictures.”
I looked at him and sighed. “First off, you didn’t tell me this was a photo shoot for both of us. Second. You know I HATE taking pictures.......................Tell them I’m not feeling good or something.”
“Come on.” Michael said wrapping his arms around me. “I’m going to be in the pictures too. Won’t that make it a little easier for you.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m only doing this for you, but you better not buy this issue of Rolling Stone. I don’t want to see myself in it.”
“Deal.” He said and kissed me. “Come on.” He took me by the hand and led me downstairs. I had already gotten dressed. I could only imagine what the photographer was going to think when he saw the two of us. We looked like complete opposites. Michael wore his usual white tee with the v neck and his high water pants and loafers. Me on the other hand.....well, I was wearing a black fishnet shirt with a black tank top over it and a pair of dark blue fitted, shredded jeans. I had my studded bracelet on and I had just died my bangs dark violet. I defiantly didn’t look like a Mrs. Jackson!
There was a limo waiting for us outside the house. We got in the back seats and Michael told the driver where we were headed. The ride lasted only a few minutes. We were there before we knew it. We exited the car and enter the big office builder where Rolling Stone magazine was located. We headed upstairs. I let Michael lead since I had no idea on where I was going.
We finally made it to where the photo shoot was to take place. I was a small little room with a green screen. I was glade it wasn’t some big place with lots and lots of people. A little man with a funny looking mustache approached us. “Well hello Mr. and Mrs. Jackson! Your right on time.” He had a high voice and some kind of accent I couldn’t identify. I was trying not to laugh at him, but I was finding it hard to keep a straight face. “When do we start?” Michael asked.
“Right now.” The little man said. “Just go in front of that green screen and..........well, I want a standing pose first.” We went over tp the green screen and immediately a makeup woman came over and began powdering my face. I withdrew myself from the makeup tools. “It’s okay miss. I’m going natural for this photo shoot.” I said. She withdrew politely. Michael put h8s arms around me again. “You okay?” He asked.
“Makeup artists. One of the reasons why I HATE photo shoots.” I hissed.
“Just smile for the camera.” Michael said tickling me under the arms. I began laughing uncontrollably. “Stop! Stop!” I laughed.
He stopped tickling me. “I knew I could get you to smile for the camera.”
“I hate you so much right now.”I said with a smile. They took the first few snaps and we decided to sit for the next shot. I sat next to Michael and lied against him. He pulled me over his leg so I would sitting directly in front of him. “What are you doing?’ I asked him.
“I want you to sit between my legs so we look closer together.” I felt something against my lower back. I suddenly realized why Michael wanted me to sit where I was. “No wonder you wanted me to sit here.” “I said in the low tone. “You pick the perfect times to get horny.”
Michael smirked. “I can’t help it.” He said pulling me as close to his chest as possible. I propped one leg up and put one hand on his leg. I could feel the bulge in his pants getting harder. I had no problem smiling for the next few shots, I was finding it hard to keep a straight face. Michael gets excited around me so easily. After taking a few more shots, the photographer called it a day.
“Well that went a lot faster then I had expected.” I said getting up.
“I told you it only takes a few minutes, then the retouch the pictures and all that and put them in the magazine.”
We said so long to the photographer and left the building. I thought. The limo was already there waiting for us. We got in and headed for home. The car ride seem to take a longer this time. Michael leaned against me. “So you still don’t want to buy this issue of Rolling Stone we’re going to be in?”
“No way. If there is one thing I hate more then taking pictures, it’s seeing myself in them.”
Michael chuckled and began kissing my neck. “Why do you despise taking pictures so much?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t feel comfortable taking them. That’s all.”
By now, Michael was all over me. He had his arms around me and was kissing me on the shoulders and neck.
I rolled my eyes. “You haven’t heard a word I’ve-“ Michael cut my sentence off with a kiss. He pulled me down onto the car floor and made sure he was on top of me. I was being showered with kisses. “Michael! You can’t wait ‘til we get home?”
“I can’t wait that long.” He began unbuttoning my shirt. I decided to just go with the flow. I unbuttoned his shirt and then his pants. We started kissing roughly and caressing. He was quick to unbutton my pants and pull my panties down. I felt him enter me and I let out a long moan. He began going in and out of me slowly. I was beginning to orgasm. As I reached my climax, the car hit a bump in the road, causing the whole car to jump. “Wow!” I gasped. Michael pulled himself out of me. “You okay?’ He asked panting.
“I’m fine.” I said sitting up. “That’s what you get for wanting to do it in the car.”
The limo pulled up in front of the house. We zipped and buttoned up and got out. The photo shoot was over and I had had enough for one day. We headed upstairs in silence..............
The End!
Rolling Stone Shoot
“Come on Selena, we’re going to be late.” Michael yelled to me from the bottom of the stairs.
“Late for what?” I responding.
“For the photo shoot with Rolling Stone.”
“Say what? The photo shoot is for you, not me.”
Michael came up stairs and came into the bedroom where I was getting dressed. “They’re doing an article about the two of us getting married. It wouldn’t make much sense if it was just me in the pictures.”
I looked at him and sighed. “First off, you didn’t tell me this was a photo shoot for both of us. Second. You know I HATE taking pictures.......................Tell them I’m not feeling good or something.”
“Come on.” Michael said wrapping his arms around me. “I’m going to be in the pictures too. Won’t that make it a little easier for you.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m only doing this for you, but you better not buy this issue of Rolling Stone. I don’t want to see myself in it.”
“Deal.” He said and kissed me. “Come on.” He took me by the hand and led me downstairs. I had already gotten dressed. I could only imagine what the photographer was going to think when he saw the two of us. We looked like complete opposites. Michael wore his usual white tee with the v neck and his high water pants and loafers. Me on the other hand.....well, I was wearing a black fishnet shirt with a black tank top over it and a pair of dark blue fitted, shredded jeans. I had my studded bracelet on and I had just died my bangs dark violet. I defiantly didn’t look like a Mrs. Jackson!
There was a limo waiting for us outside the house. We got in the back seats and Michael told the driver where we were headed. The ride lasted only a few minutes. We were there before we knew it. We exited the car and enter the big office builder where Rolling Stone magazine was located. We headed upstairs. I let Michael lead since I had no idea on where I was going.
We finally made it to where the photo shoot was to take place. I was a small little room with a green screen. I was glade it wasn’t some big place with lots and lots of people. A little man with a funny looking mustache approached us. “Well hello Mr. and Mrs. Jackson! Your right on time.” He had a high voice and some kind of accent I couldn’t identify. I was trying not to laugh at him, but I was finding it hard to keep a straight face. “When do we start?” Michael asked.
“Right now.” The little man said. “Just go in front of that green screen and..........well, I want a standing pose first.” We went over tp the green screen and immediately a makeup woman came over and began powdering my face. I withdrew myself from the makeup tools. “It’s okay miss. I’m going natural for this photo shoot.” I said. She withdrew politely. Michael put h8s arms around me again. “You okay?” He asked.
“Makeup artists. One of the reasons why I HATE photo shoots.” I hissed.
“Just smile for the camera.” Michael said tickling me under the arms. I began laughing uncontrollably. “Stop! Stop!” I laughed.
He stopped tickling me. “I knew I could get you to smile for the camera.”
“I hate you so much right now.”I said with a smile. They took the first few snaps and we decided to sit for the next shot. I sat next to Michael and lied against him. He pulled me over his leg so I would sitting directly in front of him. “What are you doing?’ I asked him.
“I want you to sit between my legs so we look closer together.” I felt something against my lower back. I suddenly realized why Michael wanted me to sit where I was. “No wonder you wanted me to sit here.” “I said in the low tone. “You pick the perfect times to get horny.”
Michael smirked. “I can’t help it.” He said pulling me as close to his chest as possible. I propped one leg up and put one hand on his leg. I could feel the bulge in his pants getting harder. I had no problem smiling for the next few shots, I was finding it hard to keep a straight face. Michael gets excited around me so easily. After taking a few more shots, the photographer called it a day.
“Well that went a lot faster then I had expected.” I said getting up.
“I told you it only takes a few minutes, then the retouch the pictures and all that and put them in the magazine.”
We said so long to the photographer and left the building. I thought. The limo was already there waiting for us. We got in and headed for home. The car ride seem to take a longer this time. Michael leaned against me. “So you still don’t want to buy this issue of Rolling Stone we’re going to be in?”
“No way. If there is one thing I hate more then taking pictures, it’s seeing myself in them.”
Michael chuckled and began kissing my neck. “Why do you despise taking pictures so much?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t feel comfortable taking them. That’s all.”
By now, Michael was all over me. He had his arms around me and was kissing me on the shoulders and neck.
I rolled my eyes. “You haven’t heard a word I’ve-“ Michael cut my sentence off with a kiss. He pulled me down onto the car floor and made sure he was on top of me. I was being showered with kisses. “Michael! You can’t wait ‘til we get home?”
“I can’t wait that long.” He began unbuttoning my shirt. I decided to just go with the flow. I unbuttoned his shirt and then his pants. We started kissing roughly and caressing. He was quick to unbutton my pants and pull my panties down. I felt him enter me and I let out a long moan. He began going in and out of me slowly. I was beginning to orgasm. As I reached my climax, the car hit a bump in the road, causing the whole car to jump. “Wow!” I gasped. Michael pulled himself out of me. “You okay?’ He asked panting.
“I’m fine.” I said sitting up. “That’s what you get for wanting to do it in the car.”
The limo pulled up in front of the house. We zipped and buttoned up and got out. The photo shoot was over and I had had enough for one day. We headed upstairs in silence..............
The End!