I CANNOT CARRY THE WEIGHT OF THE HEAVY WORLD .
Jul 10, 2012 12:27:11 GMT -5
Post by phoenix on Jul 10, 2012 12:27:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Phoenix had told Naomi to meet him at his photo shoot at seven o’clock that morning. He had brought along with him a grande chai latte from Starbucks just like she had said she wanted. There was something about Naomi that made Phoenix want to do things for her, even if he was paying her to do things for him. She was intimidating. She owned a tiger and she had a look on her face most of the time that made him feel like he shouldn’t cross her. When she was around he was on his best behavior, well he was on his best behavior most of the time anyway. He just felt like she was the type of person that would chop his dick off if he looked at her the wrong way. He had hired her because while promoting the new CD he felt stressed enough that his brain was thinking in jumbles. He wouldn’t need her around all of the time and one day he wouldn’t need her at all, but for now he was going to use her. It was just before seven and he had arrived on the set of the photo shoot at six thirty. He knew that if they had an earlier start than he would get to be back home in his bed sooner. The photographer was someone that he had worked with before and he was joking around with him for a while as they discussed the concept of the photo shoot. Phoenix didn’t care what the guy wanted him to do, he had a girls hand’s covering his genitalia at one point and those photos had gotten him a lot of attention and none of it as negative, or he hadn’t seen the negative responses. He showed up in sweat pants and a t-shirt, that was his usual attire. He loved sweat pants with a passion and anyone that knew Phoenix had seen him in them on more than one occasion. He was shooed into a room to get dressed, which wasn’t really much of being dressed at all. He retired his shirt and his sweat pants and put on a pair of tight jeans that had a overly decorated belt to go along with them. He was suddenly glad that he had been working on his fitness ever since he had moved to Los Angeles. He put on his boots and when he walked back out onto the set he saw Naomi in the distance and he went back into the dressing room to grab her latte. He walked over to her with it in hand, he smiled at her once he reached her. ”Your latte, madam. When they asked me what my name was and I said ‘Naomi’ I got some weird looks.” He let out a chuckle. Many girls would have given their left leg to be handed coffee by a shirtless Phoenix Grace. ”And good morning.” |
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