by Jenna Rose
Muse
Jenna Rose
Copyright © 2019 by Jenna Rose
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Contents
1. Shane
2. Jane
3. Shane
4. Jane
5. Shane
6. Jane
7. Shane
8. Jane
9. Jane
10. Shane
11. Jane
12. Jane
13. Shane
Epilogue
Chapter One
Shane
She hit me when I least expected it, and there was nothing I could do. She had me from the instant I lay eyes on her. As someone in my profession, who saw gorgeous girls every day of the week, I thought I’d grown immune to these sort of feelings.
I’d never been more wrong.
It had just been another day at the studio. We had a model booked, Janice Board, for a cover shoot for High Style magazine who I’d shot with for years. I was their go-to photographer for cover shoots, and thought it would just be another shoot with the latest hot blonde on the scene.
But it was nothing like anything I’d done before. Not even close.
Janice had come in like most of these types of girls do—acting like they owned the place, giving me fake niceties, making sure she rubbed her double-ds all over me when she gave me a hug, basically letting me know that if I wanted her, I could have her.
I got that all the time. Hot shot photographer like me? Every girl wanted to fuck, but not because they really liked me. They figured I was just another horny guy with a camera and if they threw me some pussy I’d give them special treatment, get them the cover shoot, and they would be the next Kate Upton.
Nope. Sorry, ladies. Not this guy.
I took my job seriously. I wasn’t about to get caught up in a scandal with some 18-year-old girl with daddy issues who saw me as a way up the ladder. I kept it professional, even when doing nude shoots, and had my assistant Nancy present the entire time. Even when a girl asked if we could “be alone because she didn’t like spectators,” I said no. My career came above everything—including pussy.
So, as I said, that day when Janice came into the studio, I expected just another regular shoot with her coming onto me and me turning her down. What I didn’t expect, was the girl she brought with her.
Holy mother of fuck! I remember thinking as she walked hesitantly in behind Janice. She clearly thought she was the ugly best friend of the hot model, wearing a beat up pair of black jeans and a loose black t-shirt, but she was anything but.
Most guys might not notice, but I did.
Those black jeans did their best to hide her delicious curves, but she was too much for them. My mouth watered as she tossed her long, mess of curls, briefly exposing her flat stomach as her shirt lifted and the hem of her pants pulled away from her skin about an inch or so. Like most girls with hips like that, she had a hard time pants whose waist fit her and were still skinny enough for her legs. All I could think of, as my cock got hard between my thighs, was sliding my hand down that gap to discover the sweet secret inside.
Her t-shirt was thick, with some kind of fake band logo on it or whatever, and hung loose, but not loose enough to disguise her incredible rack underneath. C-cups at least, and as she walked behind Janice, they bounced in a way that had my cock pulsing and my body aching for her.
No bra. You naughty little girl, you…
I’d spent my entire career staring at world class models, nude or in their underwear, but it was this girl, a random friend dressed like any chick off the street, that had my world turning upside down.
I wanted to step right passed Janice, tell her the shoot was cancelled or something, and snatch her friend into my arms and fuck her brains out right there on the floor of my downtown Manhattan studio. But this was a cover shoot for High Style. I couldn’t blow it, despite the fire inside me that was telling me I’d throw it all away for this girl.
“Shane!” Janice giggled, throwing her arms around me, smothering me in designer perfume and pressing her tits against my chest. “How are you, babe? Long time no see!”
“Hey, Janice,” I replied. “Brought a friend this time?”
“Oh, yeah! Shane, meet Jane. Jane, meet Shane. She’s my friend/assistant. Can you take my purse, babe?”
Without even looking behind her, Janice took her purse from her shoulder and handed it to Jane, who had to move quickly to keep it from dropping.
Shane and Jane…
“Hope she’s paying you,” I said to the gorgeous girl, my blood hot like fire coursing through my veins. I kept my hips tilted back as Janice hugged me so she wouldn’t feel the bulge in my pants.
Jane slowly shook her head and a mound of curls fell over her beautiful blue eyes. I backed away from Janice’s embrace and stepped quickly over to her, my eyes scouring every inch of her perfect body.
Why isn’t she in front of my fucking camera? I’d shoot a thousand images of this girl and then shoot my load all over her tits—or maybe even inside of her. I was this close to ravaging her, throwing away my entire fucking career to have her.
“You want anything?” I asked slowly. “I can have my assistant, Nancy, get you a water or a sandwich.”
Jane started to speak but stopped and cleared her throat. Her gaze had me practically drooling over myself. “W-water would be nice.”
“Nancy!” I called out. “Get this young lady a water.”
Nancy headed to the back room, and I wished Janice would join her so I could be alone with my new beauty.
“So, uhm…” Janice said slowly. I clenched a fist angrily as she interrupted our moment. “Did you get the outfits High Style sent over?”
“Yes,” I replied simply.
Fuck the outfits! I thought as I pictured Jane’s beautiful naked body in front of my canvas backdrop, posing for me in her birthday suit, being captured by my lens before I captured every inch of her with my hands. She was the most stunning girl I’d ever laid eyes on, and she had no fucking idea. She wasn’t even wearing any make-up and she had me foaming at the mouth.
“Well…” Janice said. “Should we get going?”
“Yes, we should.”
It was next to impossible to tear my eyes away from Jane, but I did it. I turned away from her and did my best to put her out of my mind for the duration of the shoot. It was only an hour long, but felt like the longest hour of my life, and by the time I was finished, I was about to lose control.
“There we go,” I said as my shutter clicked for the final shot. “That should do it.”
“You sure?” Janice asked, tossing her hair and puffing out her chest that she was so proud of. “I mean—this is the cover issue.”
“We’re good, Janice,” I snapped. “Why don’t you go change while I breakdown?”
“Okay!”
As Janice headed to the backroom, I turned around to lay my eyes on her again.
Jesus fucking Christ.
My dick pulsed like it was about to fountain cum. Getting through the shoot with a semi had been pretty hard, but not jumping Jane’s bones right now was next to impossible. She was sitting on a stool, so innocent with her legs crossed. That made me angry. I had to know what was down there…
Her waistband on her pants was still loose around her gorgeous waist, and I saw that she had her bellybutton pierced. Her skin was white like cream, flawless, soft, and the massive mound of messy curls on her head accentuated her long neck and pouty lips that were just begging to be kisse
d…or worse.
I set my camera down and walked towards her. When she looked up, and my eyes caught hers, my pulse jumped like I was running a fucking race.
“She’s gone,” I told her as I stepped into her personal space. Unlike Janice, she was wearing no perfume, but somehow still smelled like Heaven. She was timid, not used to being the one getting the attention, and blushed as she looked at me.
“Did it—did it go well…?”
“Just another shoot to me,” I replied. Jane swallowed and tilted her head down. My eyes made her nervous. I liked that.
“Why aren’t you in front of my camera?”
A surprised look came over her and she blushed even harder.
“I’m not a model…” she whispered. “Janice’s the hot one—”
“Bullshit,” I growled. “Janice’s just another blonde with big tits. You know something, princess?”
Glancing over my shoulder to make sure Nancy wasn’t around, I stepped closer, so close I could feel the heat from her beautiful body.
“You’re going to be my model. Mine and nobody else’s.”
She opened her mouth to speak, and my cock twitched as her lips parted. I had no choice.
I moved right in and kissed her.
My fucking world rocked as our lips met. They were flawless—she was flawless. Her curls draped down over my head as I slid my arm around her tiny waist and found the skin of her lower back.
She was soft…
It was completely unprofessional, but I didn’t give a shit. I’d been careful not to cross any lines for my entire career, and here it was, some non-model girl who was making me lose all control.
My hand went tight and pulled her closer. As I did, she uncrossed her legs and let them fall to either side of me. My pulse quickened as I pressed my bulge against her, right there on her spot, letting her know just what I was working with and what I had in store for her.
She moaned against my lips, a hungry moan from deep inside her that let me know one thing: she wanted more.
You can have it all, princess. You don’t even have to ask.
Her lips parted like her legs and I slid my tongue inside. It was just too fucking incredible, and I couldn’t help myself. I moved my hand from her soft lower back around the front and up underneath her shirt. When I cupped her breast, I almost came in my pants.
I was right!
They were perfect—absolutely perfect. Maybe d-cups, perfectly shaped like she’d been designed in a lab. My fingers closed around her nipple and she gasped, her mouth opening even wider, wide enough for my cock.
But then, our perfect moment shattered.
“Okay!” Janice’s shrill voice rang out behind us. Instantly, Jane broke our embrace and scrambled to her feet and grabbed Janice’s purse, pretending like nothing had just happened. “Ready to go, babe?”
“Yup!” my Jane replied, keeping her head down as she walked over to her friend.
“Thanks again, Shane,” Janice said, giving me another one of her hugs. It was impossible for me to hide what was going on under my pants, and boy did she notice. Her eyes lit up and a smile crossed her lips.
“Why don’t me and you hang out after work sometime? Send me a DM. I stay up late.”
And with that, they were both gone, out the door and down the elevator back to wherever it was they lived, leaving me with my head spinning and a hard dick.
This was a predicament. Janice wanted me, but I didn’t want her; I wanted her friend.
Jane…I’d gotten my hands on her once, and I wasn’t going to stop until she was all mine. I didn’t care if it cost me everything I had.
Chapter Two
Jane
“Four hundred and twelve thousand followers!” Janice exclaimed from beside me on the couch in our basement Brooklyn apartment. “In less than a year! Can you believe that?!”
Yes, I can, I thought. That’s what happens when you post cleavage like that online for everyone to see. I’d never been one for putting all my business out there on the web. I had an Instagram of course, but I was one of “those girls” who only posted pictures of sunsets or their coffee and dinner but never revealing photos that really got the likes. As such, I only had forty-five followers. But I didn’t care. Janice was the hot one, not me…
…At least, that’s what I’d thought until this morning…
The world still seemed upside down, or like I was living in a mirror world after what had happened back at the studio.
“You should come along!” Janice had told me. “Be my assistant for the day!”
“Isn’t that what I already am basically?” I’d replied.
It was true. Janice was always running here and there for shoots, and she was a train wreck when it came to remembering things, so I always ended up picking up the slack for her. So, I’d gone along for the shoot. But I’d never expected it to go that way…
Shane Mason. He was one of New York’s hottest fashion photographers. Janice had told me how good looking he was before showing up, but nothing could have prepared me for the truth.
He was gorgeous.
“He’s not one of those old grey haired pervs,” she’d explained on our way up the elevator to the studio. “He’s like, young and stuff, and looks like he works out too. I think he likes me too. If I could fuck him—I mean—you don’t even know the things he could do for my career.”
I’d almost felt bad when he’d moved right in like that after the shoot when Janice was in the bathroom, but what was I supposed to do? I was powerless against those eyes, that jaw, that incredible physique that was more than obvious beneath his sheer t-shirt and jeans.
And I was not used to that. At all.
Janice was the hot one. I was the frumpy friend that walked behind her like a puppy. Everywhere we went she was getting hit on. Free drinks, VIP, car service, photographers and rich guys hitting on her. She played the game and she played it well, while I sat in the background doing Soduku on my phone.
I’d moved to New York with Janice from New Hampshire when I was 18. We’d known each other in high school, and I’d basically watched as she had the most incredible social life imaginable, while I got to get a glimpse of it from the sideline. The boys had gone for her, she’d had all the fun, while I’d gone the opposite direction.
No boys. None.
In fact, the most I’d ever done was make out with Bobby Jacobson when I was 17. I’d thought he liked me, but he was just using me to get to Janice to see if he could work a threesome with us. Bastard.
So to say I was inexperienced when Shane had moved in on me like that was the understatement of the century. And when his strong hand had grabbed my breast…
I hadn’t even known I’d wanted it until he took the initiative. Now that was a man.
He knew what I wanted before I did, and I couldn’t imagine what else he was capable of. But I guess I’d never know. This was a cover shoot for High Style, which meant Janice wouldn’t be going back any time soon, and even if she did, she’d be the one to get him—not me.
He was probably just horny and sick of getting all the models and thought he’d try his hand at a “regular girl.” Janice would do the same thing she always did when I saw a guy I thought was cute; swoop in with her low cut top and giggles and steal him away, fuck him for a week or two (at most) and then toss him aside like a carton of mac n’ cheese. If they weren’t of some kind of use to her, she didn’t want them.
“Make sure you like my most recent photo!” Janice told me. I groaned.
“Can’t one of your four hundred thousand followers do that?”
“Seriously, Jane! I’m an influencer! I need as many likes as possible!”
“Fine,” I replied, picking up my phone and opening my Instagram app which I never used. Nobody ever liked or commented on my photos besides my mom, and it was always the same thing: a heart and a smiley face. But to my surprise, this time I had a message waiting for me.
I clicked the icon and my heart
almost fell out of my butt.
ShaneMasonPhotography.
“Oh my god…” I whispered.
“What? It’s good isn’t it?” Jane asked, referring to her photo.
“Oh, yeah!” I replied, quickly going to her account and liking her recent post. “There, I liked it.”
“Thank you!”
My heart was slamming in my chest like it was trying to hurt me. So many questions were racing through my mind: Why would Shane Mason be DMing me? How did he find my Instagram? What did he want? Was it going to be bad?
How could it be bad?
I remembered his touch, his strong hand on my back, my breast…those lips against mine…the way my legs had parted so easily for him and that monster bulge he’d pressed against my pussy, only the fabric of our jeans between us…
I quickly went back to my messages. There it was, his, sitting unopened at the top of the list. Janice was sitting next to me, engrossed in her phone and whatever she was doing. I shifted on the couch so my screen was facing away from her, hovered my thumb over the message, took a breath, then pressed it.
When I saw what he’d written me, I couldn’t believe it.
Come to the studio tonight. Don’t tell Janice.
That was it.
Oh. My. Friggin’. God!
I wasn’t even close to prepared for what I’d just read. I wasn’t wearing any panties, and felt myself instantly get moist in my jeans. I bit my lip as I looked at my friend sitting next to me.
Don’t tell Janice…
It was so wrong, but at the same time, what would Janice care? Why would she? All she wanted to do was fuck Shane so she could advance her career. I didn’t even have a career. My motives were pure…
…well maybe not pure-pure, but purer than hers!
I got up from the couch, went into the bathroom and shut the door. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. Compared to how dolled up Janice had been at the shoot, I looked like I’d just crawled out of a trailer park or a Walmart in the middle of nowhere. If I was going to go see Shane—and that was a big if—then I had to look my best.