New story line! Hope you like this...let me know if I should finish it out ;)

Chapter 1: New Appointment.

She had just started her job. Just moved to LA, made it big in photography, surprisingly she might add, and now she was one of the biggest photographers in the state.

"Spencer!" her assistant Angela yelled out from the front of the studio.

"What!"

"Your 10 o'clock is here!"

"I'll be right there!"

Spencer fumbles through her paperwork trying to figure out what her day was looking like.

10 AM, Rolling Stone Shoot.

::sigh:: "Like I need another rock star diva in here," she said as she walk out.

"Spencer, this is Ashley Davies, lead singer of, well you know…"

"Thanks Ang, hi Ashely," she said, not even looking up to the brunette looking back at her.

"Hi, so, where do you want me?"

"Right over here…." Oh man, she's so hot…in person or in magazines, but she knows this…don't be so obvious Spencer, she has groupies, she'd never go for you. Spencer thought trying not to look or sound to enthusiastic.

Spencer knew exactly who Ashley was. She was the heartthrob of every American boy, and every American GAY girl. And Spencer fell under that category, but she couldn't let anyone know that she had the same kind of crush on her.

"Ok, just tell me what to do."

Let me kiss you?
"Ok, let's get you on the couch…"

"Oooo, I like a girl who knows what she wants," Ashley says winking back to Spencer.

See, Ashley had noticed Spencer, from the moment the blonde walked into the room. And there was something about her that made Ashley, well feel things that she hadn't felt in a loooooong time. But this was Ashley Davies we're talking about here. She couldn't just let emotions get the best of her.

Spencer just chuckles, God if you only knew….

"Hah, OK so I want you…" Spencer managed to get out before she became distracted by the brunette stripping down to practically nothing.

"Really?" Ashley interrupted as she took off her robe to reveal herself in just a black bra, black underwear, and a leather vest.

"I meant to say," Spencer laughs away, "I want you kneeling on the couch."

"Ooooo Spencer, I can take you on the floor"

OK, is it just me, or is someone going to acknowledge the obvious flirting?...Anyone?

With that, she starts the shoot. She's trying to make it like something out of Chuck Palahniuk's Invisible Monsters,

"Give me lust, baby."

Flash

"Give me malice."

Flash

"Give me detached existentialist ennui."

Flash

"Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism."

Flash

Of course Spencer Carlin was saying all of this in her head, but God those lines kept replaying in her head as she flashed every single shot of the Ashley Davies. It was something to keep her from jumping the brunette right where she posed.

It's been nearly 2 hours until something is said.

"I think we have something."

"That fast? Wow, I must be good," Ashley states, as her robe is being handed back to her, "are you sure that's all you want?"

If you really want to know…I want you…

"Well, I think so, come have a look," she responds while looking back to see if Ashley is following; which, she is.

As Ashley is looking over the proofs on the monitor, she's made it a point to try and be as close to the blonde as possible.

What are you doing Ashley? You are a musician; you have a reputation to uphold. You cannot be here crushing over a photographer. Compose yourself! She is hot though…

"You're right…I think these are great." Ashley finally says as she looks over the proofs one more time.

As she pulls back from the computers, Spencer takes Ashley's sent in.

[Cue goose bumps]

"Right, so…I, uh, I can send them to your assistant so you can approve and what not"

"Or you could bring them by my house…" Ashley says as she gets closer to the blonde, "my assistant has a lot to do, or I'll keep her busy if that means I can get you to myself."

Oh God, you are teasing me Davies…seriously is anyone else listening to this conversation?

"I can..I can do that," Spencer says fumbling through her words.

"What's that matter Spencer, nervous?" she says as she smirks

"What? No, I, uh...just caffeine jitters," I would take you right now.

"Right, because your coffee has been sitting there since we started,"

"Ash, sorry to…we need to get to that press conference…"

"Right, I'll be right out Brit," she says as she writes something down, "just give me a call when you want to take me, I mean, show me the pictures."

"Nervous Ashley?"

"Never." She says as she walks out, dropping the robe, making Spencer practically drool all over herself.

She'll definitely be calling her.