"Make up yo mind, girl!" Cassie complained and flicked Ciarabella's nose before flicking her hair over her shoulder and walking off. Ciara shook her head and looked back into the mirror of the dressing table, drowning with piles of make up and hair supplys. Bright lights surrounded the mirror, like when in old movies were girls were dressing up.

Cassie Heckle's was her manger, she was a short woman with bazzling blonde hair, high cheek bones, light freckles sprinkiling across her nose. She very bossy and everything she did had to be orginized and put in order. She was actually pretty hot for a 39 year old, she looked about 20.

Ciara sighed and grabbed for her blusher lighty brushing it on her cheeks, just below the eye. Being a Model could be stressing and sometimes she just wanted to rip out her hair...Well actually no she loved her hair. Ciara was still wearing her blue poka dot dressing gown, not bothering to put on her outfit for the photo shoot.

Cassie was once again complaining at Ciara saying she needed to decied whether to do the shoot or not. To be honest Ciara only thought Cassie wanted the money from her, Cassie said if she said she'd be payed £11,000.

Of course Ciara wasn't to keen on this shoot. She had to strut around in underwear for this new underwear brand called Le Cœur Torsion, it was french for The Heart Twist...Or The Twisting Heart. At first she was cool with it but when she saw the outfits she was starting to have second thoughts. Also that she basically had to take very sexy pictures with two very sexy guys, she knew she'd feel uncomfortable...She'd feel like she was having sex infront of people, like taking photos for porn, for petes sake!

Ciara took in a big gulp of air and looked up into the mirror and glanced at herself. Her dark brown hair was straightened and put up in a ponytail draping down her back, her blue eyes looked bigger and brighter from the shadow like make up outlining them, her lips were thin and glazed over with a dab of pink gloss, her face complete belmish free. She was beautiful and she knew it.

"Ciarabella! Darling! Hurry yo ass up!" Cassie's strong voice shouted. Ciara rolled her eyes and went over to the rack of clothing...Or well under clothing. Ciara wasn't worried that people would call her fat, because she wasn't she had the perfect model figure and beautifully tanned skin. Ciara closed her eyes and grabbed a set before going to change.

Ciara made her way to the shoot again wearing her blue poka dot dressing gown, hiding what she was wearing underneath. Her black strapy heels clicking loudly.

"There you are!" Cassie called, "I thought you had ran off, now come on move yo ass." Cassie wrapped her freckled hand around Ciara's arm, pulling her onto the setted area.

It was set as a dark room, black and red seemed to be the running theme. Two chairs placed by the side, a silked cover bed and some stage lights. On the other side it was brighter but not to bright, it was jammed up with people and a few cameras here and there.

Ciara couldn't see the two men she was suppose to be modeling with, but she had heard they're names being called, she of course was told they're names. Chase Heran and Drew Alethin, two very famous models that surpirsingly she'd never seen before. She knew a bit off information about them, but only from her friends, who were also models. Her friend Saianna told Ciara that Drew was the typical manwhore and also agressive, which obviously attracted the females. Chase was the usaual sweet boy, but also a bit of a manwhore, Saianna had once worked with him and said he was a plesure to work with. Ciara wasn't sure if she meant that as in work or...

"DREW!" A big booming voice roared, it was male and slighty sounded gay?

"Im here! Chill out!" This time the voice was stronger, cold and sounded as if it belonged to a handsome man...And boy was Ciara right.

The man had black hair almost as black as the night, it was pushed to the side in a emo-ish look and his fringe fell into his eyes. His eyes were a jaw dropping green like emralds, thin pale lips and a perfect facial structure, to perfect to be real. He wasn't tanned he was white, an unhealthy white but it added to his look. He was just wearing a pair of faded jeans that where unzipped and you could see the white band of his boxers

"Get your arse on the set!" This time Ciara could see the man who was shouting. He was bald, skinny and yes Ciara was right, he was gay. "Move!"

The man, Drew, rolled his eyes and lazily walked over to the set and sat on the bed looking bored.

"Well were's the girl?" Drew snapped.

Oh well someones happy today, Ciara thought and looked up to Cassie. "I don't like him," whispered Ciara, Cassie didn't reply but just shook her head. Cassie pushed Ciara forward so she stumbled in her heels.

"Well?" Drew once again snapped.

"Here," Ciara stepped onto the set.

Drew instanly ran his eyes over her, Ciara was thankful she was still wearing her dressing gown to cover her body from his cold gaze. Drew's green eyes analized her face, every feature, it slightly scared her the way his eyes had a strange look to them. Ciara had also noticed that Drew had a eyebrow peirceing in his left eyebrow...Ciara couldn't help but think how hot that looked.

"Am I late?" Came a gently male's voice from behind her, which made her jump. Ciara tore her eyes away to see a guy, with brown shaggy hair and very tanned skin, his eyes were a shocking blue, but they had a warm feeling to them, a smile was spreading across his face as her looked at him. He winked at her and Ciara blushed looking down at the floor with a laugh. Greaaat, Ciara thought, I'm blushing over a smile from a VERY handsome man...

Ciara shook her head of her thoughts and looked up. This man was wearing the same thing as Drew...WOW! Damnn he's got some muscle's, Ciara couldn't help but blush at her thoughts.

"Let's start!" Ciara frowned, that man's voice was starting to iratate her.

With a sigh Ciara took off her dressing gown, I can do this she chanted, I can do this. Ciara was wearing a black lacy bra and pants with graters and a see through black skirt, what was wrong with these people when they made the outfits? Ciara glared down at her outfit.

"Ok let's start with Drew sitting on that chair with Ciara's legs hitched up, Chase I need you to wrap your hands around Ciara from behind. Ok?" All three of them nodded at the bald headed man.

Drew roughly took her leg in his hand, Ciara frowned at his harshness towards her leg. Chase, who she guessed was the brown coloued hair man, genlty wrapped his hands around her waist. "Don't worry I'll be gently, unlike Mr. Moody over there." Chase whispered into her ear with a smile and she giggled...GIGGLED! Ciara frowned at herself for giggling, giggling like a little school girl.

Ciara looked down at Drew and saw he was glaring...At her leg? He was one weird guy she thought.

"1...2...3." The flash of the camera went off, "Again," As the light flashed again, Ciara this time felt a wet feeling on her thigh...What the hell was that?

"Ohh I like that! I want you to do that again, Drew," The bald man cheered.

Ciara looked down at Drew, he had a smirk on his face. He- He licked her leg! She pulled away her leg in shock, that wasn't what the photographer said to do! No! Ciara shook her head.

"Don't do that!" She instructed. Drew put his hands up in a surrendering signal, the smirk still on his face.

"Let's try again." The bald man ordered and pulled his camera back up in it's orginal postion. Ciara went back to her postion as well but not before kicking Drew's leg, he did nothing but wink.

"1..2..3!" The camera clicked and once again Drew licked her leg, but she also felt a warm wetness on her neck.

"Stop that!" She cried out and pulled back from both of them, she wiped her neck with her left hand and with the other wiped her leg. Drew and Chase were both glaring at each other, for some odd reason...Stupid males! Ugh! Ciara slammed her foot down like a selfish child, couldn't they stick to one thing? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"I like it, we should do more photo's like that one," The bald man informed feeling proud of his idea. Ciara glared at the man, who she still didn't know his name, you stupid man, Ciara scolded him in her thoughts.

"Mmm so. Do. I." Mr. Smirky (Drew) agreed. Ugh! Ciara wanted to bang her head against something, somthing hard.

"Ok, this time Ciara grab onto Chase and pull you leg up, Chase grab her thigh and the Drew stand behind her nuzzling her neck...Ok? Yes? Good."

Maybe she should've not come, fake being sick. Maybe she could run looked at the door but saw Cassie standing there her arms crossed and giving her a stren look. Ciara sighed and stomped her way onto the set where Mr. Smirky smirking (She decied that that was his new name) and Chase glaring at him.

"1..2..3!" Snap! the shutter of the camera went off and this time she didn't get licked, by either of them. Thank god!

"Ok, one more time," The balded man shouted. The camera flashed but in a rush of air Ciara was pulled to the left, arms wrapping tight around her waist.

"What the fuck!" She pulled away, ramming her elbow into the persons stomach. "What the fuck?" She reapted and dragged her self of the set to stand by Cassie, who was shaking her head at her. Ciara glared at Cassie, it wasn't her fault she was getting harrssed!

"What was that for?" Ciara looked up at the person who had grabbed her, Chase.

"Uh...I...Just making the shoot fun y'know," He smiled but then looked to his left at Drew who was staring daggers at him.

"Fun?" She stared at him in shock, fun? How was this fun? This was not fun, this a nightmare.

From Ciara's right Cassie sighed and leaned over to Ciara. "Do it, or I'll kill yo ass, now move," She hissed into her ear.

With an un-lady like sigh Ciara stropped herself over to the set once again, she wondered how many days will this shoot take? She remembered Cassie saying something about it being 2 days but, somewhere in her mind, she knew she had saw on a peice of paper, saying it was 2 weeks. Ciara groanded and sucked in a gulp of air. What is wrong with you? What happened to the brave, confident, fun, sexy Ciara? Get your brain together girl, you know this would happen. Ciara jumped onto the set, feeling she could get through this and soon it would be over.

"Ok, let's try again." The bald man stressed, clutching the camera to his chest. Ciara looked at the camera in desire, she had always wanted to become a photographer but the closest she could get to it was being a model, she longed to gaze her fingers across the lens, the snapping noise as the photo clicked, to be proud of a creation of colours she took.

Ciara shook her head and stood infront of Drew...Suddenly felt his breath brushing against her cheek.
"Don't you like being sexy?" He asked in a hushed voice, she could tell her would be smirking.

"Oh I like being sexy," She replied to him.

"Mmm well it looks like ya not," Ciara couldn't help but shiver with goose bumps from his oh so sexy accent, it was like honey glazed over, smooth, strong, proud, sexy, fucka-Ciara shook her head, no don't think that she told herself.

"I don't like you licking me," She glared but she knew he wouldn't see it.

"Oh really? Well I guess you just can't handle it." She heard the hint of a challenge in his voice...Challenge, a word that Ciara loved, she loved doing challenges proving to that preson that she could do a challenge and wasn't afraid to back down. Ciara just gave Drew a shrug and smirked..She had an idea that would for sure leave Drew in shock.

The bald man cleared his throat, grabbing they're attentions. "Ok Ciara stay in front off Drew just lean your head back and close your eyes. Chase on your knees infront of her and Ciara run your hands through his hair." The got into the postition and Mr. Pushy (Ciara couldn't think of any better name for the bald man) nodded his head approving, he placed the camera in level of his eye. "1..2.." On two Ciara twisted around and hitched her leg up onto Drew's hip and licked a line over his collar bone. "..3.." The camera clicked.

Ciara bursted out into laughter at Drew's facial expression, shocked but pleased. Ciara couldn't help but feel proud of herself, he proberly thought she was a shy tiny mouse..But oh look the mouse just rawred.

"Ciara?" She knew that voice, she spun around and saw Ashton Fall. She ran and gave him a big hug and kissing him on the lips. Ashton Fall, the most perfect, loveable, caring boyfriend she ever had. Ashton was sweet and sexy at the same time, to be honest she didn't understand why he liked her, she had seen photo's of girls he had dated and...Whoa were they so much more beautiful than me.

Ashton had chocolate brown coloured hair, that made him look warm and friendly. He had broad shoulders and grey eyes that looked like enchanting storm clouds, twisting in dominance. Ashton was weaing his favaourite pair of black glasses, push up onto his head, his black leather jacket, tight black jeans and a white shirt that was unbuttoned at few at the top.

"Hey baby," He smiled. Ciara was grateful that Ashton understood her job and what was needed to be done. They had fought about her not doing this shoot because Mateus 'didn't like other people touching what was his'. Ashton lifted Ciara up and she placed her feet on his shoes so that she could be at the same height as him.

"Hey," She again gave him a kiss on his oh so smooth lips.

"You look very sexy." He winked and leaned down for a deeper kiss.

"Were working here," Came an annoyed voice. Ciara turned round to see Mr. Pushy scolding at them with his arms crossed.

"Yes we are, Ashton, now hurry up ya love feast." It was Chase who sneared at Ashton. He looked extremely sexy though, the way he was standing, Ciara couldn't help but think her hormones getting the best of her.

"My bad," Ashton shrugged his shoulders causally, smirking. "Dinner, later?" He looked down at Ciara this time and she nodded, once again Ashton dipped his head down in a passionate kiss, lifting her off her feet ad clutching onto her back with a bruising grip, Ashton bit on Ciara's lip as they're tounge's twisted.

"Did you not hear? Were working." Came a growl from behind them, Ciara let go of Ashton and shook her head.

"See you later." Ciara vowed and patted his shoulders before jogging back to the set, once she turned around she just saw him leave.

"Let's start again." Mr. Pushy ordered.

IMMMMM BBBBAAAACKKKK! YAYAYAYAYAYA, whos excited? :D Ok so if ya dont know who i am, i wrote Burning Pheonix if any of you read that but then i deleted because it needed a make over. I've missed being on here. I admit it i've been all the way over at FictionPress reading loads of romances :D I ran out of stuff to read on here, so i needed something new.

Who do you like in this chapter? What do you think of Ciara? Do you think Drew's a dick? Is Ashton a sweet-lovin boyfriend? How about Chase, it he sexy? ;) haha. I hope some people who read Burning Pheonix are reading this, because i love you guys!

I did post this on FictionPress but i had a pretty lame feedback :( but anywho IM BACK :D

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