Photoshoot

(based on some of the fhm photos...)

Working with Heather, I've had the luck to meet a lot of celebrities. But never have I been this excited for a shoot assisting Heather. I think she was probably more excited than I me. I mean, who could blame us? It was Naya freaking Rivera!

We were working on the set, when Heather's nerves made themselves known.

"Shit, what if she thinks my ideas are stupid?" Heather muttered.

Everybody tensed, not used to Heather being nervous at all. All eyes turned to me. Apparently, as her assistant, I should be able to do something. Thing is, I had no idea how to handle a nervous Heather. Besides, the ideas was as much mine as it was hers. My mind flooded with the images we discussed the previous night, imagining Naya in a few compromising positions...

Reality slammed into me as Heather squeaked. "She's here! Shit. Everybody that's not supposed to be here, scram!"

I stood, frozen on the spot. This was it, no more planning, just doing. There was chaos in the studio for about five seconds, then silence.

Heather looked at me, slightly flustered. "What are you standing there for? Open the door! And don't leave me alone with her until we know I'll be fine on my own!"

I chuckled at her eccentric ways, feeling less nervous. I opened the door to the studio, and my breath hitched.

God, she's beautiful.

"Hi," I said breathlessly. "I'm Jade, Heather's assistant. Come on in."

Naya smiled at me, her eyes kind.

I could die happy, right now.

Heather and Naya exchanged pleasantries, all smiles. I could see Heather was still nervous. She's been crushing on Naya for as long as I can remember.

"We need to get you out of those clothes," Heather said to Naya.

I mentally facepalmed. This woman needed a filter between her mouth and brain.

Naya's eyes widened. "Uhm..."

"No! God," Heather laughed, blushing. "I meant you need to change."

"Oh," Naya said shyly. "Okay, yeah. Where can I do that?"

Heather shot me a look and I swallowed my comment.

Gale, in charge of wardrobe, led Naya to the changing area, and Heather let out a long breath.

"Fuck. Fucking fuck shit," she let out.

I chuckled again, having seen Heather trying to contain herself enough times to know she was about to lose her cool.

"Heath, you'll be fine. Just don't talk."

She glared at me. "Fuck off, Jade."

I stuck my tongue out at her. "You need me here to keep you out of trouble."

Naya came back, dressed in only the white panties and red checkered shirt Heather insisted on. I grinned at the blond, knowing she would be the first to ask Naya to sign her copy of the magazine when it came out.

Heather took a deep breath and picked up her camera.

"Okay, let's do this!" She said a little too excitedly.

Naya was being quiet, following instructions from both Heather and me.

Everything went well, until we got to the part where Naya had to lean against the sink in the little bathroom set-up we had going on.

Heather's face was extremely red, her nerves getting the better of her after seeing Naya tugging at her hair, her shirt showing off her amazing breasts.

I rolled my eyes. "Heather, we need to get her make-up touched."

Heather shot me a grateful look, running off to find Martha, the best make-up artist ever.

Naya smiled at me. "Is she always like this?"

I frowned. "Awkward, like a fourteen-year-old boy faced with a naked chick?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Naya giggled.

"I've never seen her like this," I said innocently. "Dunno what's gotten into her today."

Heather returned with Martha, who did her magic with Naya, and then left, quietly as always.

I winked at Heather as she picked up her camera again. She looked a lot more relaxed and I noticed the shape of her hand sanitizer bottle in her pocket.

Smooth, Morris, getting off in the other room.

Heather narrowed her eyes at me. "I think we'll be fine here, Jade," she said. "You can go home, I'll just finish up here."

I raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Heather went back to the shoot while I picked my stuff up.

I noticed the obvious eye-sex between Heather and Naya. Sensing what was about to happen, I simply couldn't resist setting up my video camera. I had about four hours left of battery life, and an empty memory card. This was gonna be interesting. My sixth sense has always been spot on.

When I returned to work the next day, I collected my camera, smiling at what I knew I would find. This was gonna be golden.

A/N: phwew! Ya'll know what's coming, right? Or rather, who's gonna come... ;)