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Thank you to those who have continued to read and review.

Birdseyeview57 – Thanks for your review. Comments noted, I'll try my best, let me know if this one is any better?!

str. princess – I hadn't thought about brining Kyla into it, but I'll see what I can do. It's an interesting point you made, so maybe I'll do something with that. Thanks.

simplet77 – re: chapter 4. Sorry if that wasn't clear! Part 4 was following on from the previous chapter, where Ashley had gone off to do her recording bit, so this was a snapshot of Spencer that first morning telling her best friend what had happened. Hope that helps.

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6.

The next morning, Spencer woke up in Ashley's arms, and revelled in the feeling of someone holding her in such an intimate way. She looked up into a sleepy pair of deep brown eyes and smiled. They lay there for a few moments, enjoying the closeness of each other.

After a short while of just listening to each other breathing, and feeling each others chests rise and fall. Ashley was running her fingers up and down Spencer's arms, before she paused and finally asked, "How come you only got the one dress yesterday Spence?"

"Uh, well…. You know I love shopping as much as the next girl… but it's not so much fun when no one will serve you because you look like a whore," confessed Spencer in a quiet voice.

"Seriously? Jees, it's the naughties, you'd think people would lighten up." Replied Ashley, slightly outraged. "You want me to come with you today, help kick some shop assistant butt?"

"Well I don't know Ash… you think I could maybe… I dunno borrow some of your clothes or something?" Asked Spencer shyly, wanting to look a little less conspicuous. Spencer wasn't ashamed of who she was, everyone had to make a living somehow, but she wasn't a glutton for punishment either. If she went wandering around Rodeo Drive again in her previous day's attire, even with Ashley at her side, she may not get asked to leave again, but would still be looked at like she was something they'd stepped in and then tried to scrape off their shoe.

"Of course you can Spence; you don't need to ask you know."

"Aww thanks Ash!!" smiled Spencer before kissing Ash on the top of the head and jumping out of bed, now looking forward to splashing some cash.

Ashley laughed at her ability to please easily, before crawling out of bed to get herself ready too.

Tying her hair up in a loose pony tail and slipping on a nice khaki skirt, flip flops, black wife beater and some Gucci sun glasses, Spencer made her way out to meet Ashley for another morning of shopping. Ashley couldn't get over the sight of Spencer wearing her clothes. She was even more breathtaking.

"Wow… uh" Clearing her throat, Ashley finally managed to say, "You manage to make me look like a scruff in my $150 jeans" while pointing at said jeans. "You ready then?"

"As I'll ever be!" smiled Spencer, instantly feeling more acceptable. Ashley took Spencer by the hand and they walked out the hotel together.

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"People are looking at me." Muttered Spencer, as she and Ashley walked side by side down Rodeo Drive.

"No they're not Spence; they're looking at me, wondering what's so special about me to nab a hottie like you."

"Oh shut up!" blushed Spencer, before playfully punching Ashley on the arm. "The stores are not nice to people. I don't like it," commented Spencer.

"Look just relax, you look great. And anyway, stores are never nice to people; they're nice to credit cards." Ashley grinned, waving her American Express in Spencer's face.

Entering one of the fanciest shops, Ashley attracted the attention of the shop manager Mr. Ward.

"Hi there, I'm Ashley Davies and this beautiful lady here is Spencer. Now I'm here to spend a ridiculous amount of money on this woman, because she's worth every penny, do you think you can you help us with that?"

"Well yes of course we can! How ridiculous a sum of money are we talking about exactly?"
"Obscene!" replied Ashley

Mr. Ward's eyes lit up. "Girls!!" he cried, clapping his hands to attract attention and rallying all the shop attendants round Spencer instructing them to bring out the best and hottest designs. They all came rushing out with dresses, skirts, blouses, designer jeans and tops and scarves in their arms, before starting to strip Spencer down to her undies and making her act like super girl with multiple clothing changes, while the champagne flowed freely. Ashley sat comfortably on a leather sofa, champagne in hand, watching the shop assistants lavish attention on Spencer. Spencer looked like a child in a candy shop, not knowing what to do with herself or what to pick.

"What do you think of this Ash?" said Spencer twirling around in a pale blue sundress.
"Spence, if you like it, I love it!"

Spencer continued to smile with glee, loving that Ashley was there too. Spencer had a great time and so did Ashley watching Spencer have fun. They left with bagfuls of clothing and smiles plastered on their faces and made their way to the nearest coffee shop in need of sustenance.

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On their way to the coffee shop Ashley's phone started ringing.

"That was the studio; they want me back as soon as possible to carry on"

The disappointment on Spencer's face was evident, but she understood Ashley still had her job to do "Oh right, course no problem"

"I'm sorry Spence. I'll just get these coffee's to go ok."

"Yeah, sure" said Spence

"One tall white mocha with an extra shot and one skinny caramel macchiato to go please" requested Ash.

"Here you are Spence," said Ashley handing Spence her mocha. "The Limo can take you back to the hotel, or wherever you want to go and I'll head over to the studio on foot ok. I hope not to be back too late, I know it's not ideal you being stuck at the hotel all the time. I really am sorry to have to run out on you, I was having a great time"

"Listen don't worry about me Ash. I know you've got things to do. I'll find some rubbish to watch on TV or you know…. I could just experiment with all my new clothes!" laughed Spencer.
Ash leaned over and kissed Spencer on the cheek before dashing off, while Spence made her way back to the hotel on her own.

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Finally after a long afternoon at the recording studio, Ashley was able to make it back to the hotel.

"How was your day dear?" asked Spencer as Ashley walked in to the hotel room.

Ashley looked over at Spencer sitting in the dining chair, feet up on the dining table, clad only in lacy underwear and a pair of heels, with nothing but candle light illuminating the room. Ashley could barely form a sentence as she was gawping at the sight.

"Uh… umm… err… yeah… you know… typical recording day."

"Wanna take a bath with me and you can tell me 'bout it?" queried Spencer with a coy grin, exaggerating her movements, drawing attention to her assets, while getting out of the chair. Ashley nodded dumbly as she followed Spencer into the bathroom.

They settled down in the tub, amongst a mountain of bubbles. Ashley sat in between Spencer's legs resting back against her body, while Spencer's legs wrapped around Ashley's torso. Spence started soaping up Ashley's shoulders, while Ash revelled in the feeling of being pampered.

"Tell me about your family Ash," asked Spencer softly.

"Hmmm… well where do I start?" after a pause, she decided she felt comfortable confiding in Spencer. "Well… the only real family I have, consists of Aiden and Kyla. And let's face it, Aiden's a bit of a douchebag, which really leaves Kyla! My mother mostly ignores me unless it suits her. Basically I followed in my dad's footsteps by going into the music business. The only difference was he turned out to be a 'cheating ass', as my mother called him, and 'abandoned us'. Apparently I remind her too much of my dad or something – that's her excuse anyway. She just couldn't be bothered with me is the real truth. Her getting pregnant meant she had leverage to get my dad, Raife, to marry her, so she became eligible to inherit his money. That was the only reason she had me. My mum was a bitch towards him though, wanting this that and the other, which forced him into the arms of another woman. Out of spite, my mother stopped him coming to the house to see me. She was bitter then after the divorce, because she only got to keep the house if she looked after me, so resented him for getting her knocked up and resents me for holding her back I guess. I tracked my dad down though, in my mid teens. We actually got on really well and I found out I had a half sister – that's Kyla, who's just a complete nutter and we get on really well. But uh, yeah, my dad died last year in a car crash, so I'm going to be dedicating this album to him. Mum got nothing though other than the house, after I moved out. So she has had to flaunt herself at other rich men in order to keep up the lifestyle she became accustomed to. She went so far as to do nude poses for money, which was in no way tasteful, almost pornographic; there was a whole media frenzy about it. But I don't see her anymore. I always wondered if I made more of an effort, worked harder maybe she'd love me… but she just loved the money and the attention."

"Oh Ash. I'm so sorry about your dad. I don't mean offence, but your mother's an idiot for not wanting to be a part of your life. Your mum's nude poses though… is that another reason why you're so reluctant to bare all?" asked Spencer.

"Something like that yeah. You know, it wasn't so much that she did nude pictures, it was the fact she did it when I was still a minor and I had to deal with all the kids in school knowing who I was, not because my dad was a rock star, but because my mum was a glorified porn star. I don't want those pictures to be dragged up again and I don't want to get compared to my mother."

"I can understand that. I'm sure Aiden would make sure you get a private and tasteful photographer though, who'd make you feel comfortable and in no way comparable to your mother?"

Ashley laughed… "There's no such thing as a private photographer, unless it's a personal friend. Photos always have a habit of surfacing not quite in their original state."

Spencer recommenced rubbing soap over Ashley, working over her torso, actively pausing their conversation for a moment, before finally piping up and commenting,

"You know… I used to enjoy photography in school. If I'd been able to finish, it's something I'd have pursued. Get me a decent camera and I could always shoot some pictures. At least that way, you can delete anything you don't like and have complete control over who gets to see you nekked!" Spencer teased.

Ashley laughed initially, but then thought about that for a moment, and began to seriously consider it an actual option. "You'd really do that for me?"

Spencer was surprised Ashley was actually considering, but then thought what has she got to lose? "Of course. It could be really fun and it's not like I have anything else to occupy my time. If you don't like them, I won't be offended"

"Well, thank you Spence. You wanna go camera shopping later, we can take some test shots."

"I'd love to Ash" Spencer beamed.

"Great!" replied Ashley, now excited at the prospect of posing for Spencer. They finished their bath together, after taking turns at soaping the others body and finally made their way to bed after a long day.

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The next morning they went out to buy the perfect camera which they could hook up to Ashley's laptop. Spencer started to experiment with the camera, taking the occasional shot of Ashley sitting on a park bench, or under a tree, or when she wasn't looking, as they made their way back to the hotel. They used these as test shots, which Ashley decided Aiden needed to see. After printing a few out, Ashley popped out to meet with Aiden.

"Ashley, these photos are amazing! Who the hell did you get to do these?" asked Aiden

"Uh, well Spencer actually."

"What? That piece of blonde you brought to the party? Is she a professional photographer then?"

"Err… not exactly."

"Where did you meet her anyway?" Aiden queried, suddenly interested in the back story behind Spencer, seeing as she'd turned up in Ash's life out of the blue.
"Hollywood Boulevard. She gave me directions to the hotel"

"So what, you've only known her like 3 days? Wow, that's real sensible Ash! How do you know she's not some gold digger who's going to catch you at an inappropriate moment, do a bit of Photoshop and rip you off?"

"Because I'm paying her as an employee to do as I ask"

"What... like a hooker?" Aiden laughed, thinking he'd made a funny joke. It wasn't until he saw the concerned look on Ashley's face that he realized he'd actually hit the nail on the head. "Oh my god, you've actually hired a hooker?! Well you're one of the very few rock star's I know who has to pay to sleep with someone"

"Well that's none of your business Aiden and I'd rather not discuss it any further with you."

"Ok fine… I'll back off. But we could have got you the record label's certified photographer you know."

"Yeah and I've heard stories about that asshole, making inappropriate moves on some of the girls, so if you're happy with these test shots, I think I'll stick with Spencer." Retorted Ashley, still slightly rattled by Aiden's comment. She decided it's be best to promptly leave the office and make her way back to work, to avoid any further confrontation, as she knew Aiden wouldn't be able to resist making some other smart-arsed comment. Aiden looked on dumbfounded, before a grin slowly spread across his face and the cogs started turning.

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Later on that afternoon, there was a knock at the penthouse door. When Spencer opened it, Aiden was stood there with a slimy grin on his face.

"Oh hi… Aiden isn't it? I'm sorry Ashley's not here at the moment"

"Oh that's ok, I don't mind waiting" said Aiden as he sauntered into the penthouse without invitation. "Nice room Ashley's got here, must be a nice change to Hollywood Boulevard for you?" Aiden queried as he ran a finger down Spencer's arm. "Oh yeah, Ashley told me about that. That's one of the reasons why I came round; I was hoping maybe we could get together sometime, you know, once Ashley's done with you? I wondered if you took advance bookings"

"Uh… yeah… great, whatever" replied a despondent Spencer, as Ashley walked in the door.

"Aiden? What're you doing here?" asked a surprised Ashley, noting the way Spencer wouldn't meet her questioning gaze.

"Oh I was just dropping those photos off that you left with me earlier"

"Oh right, thanks," said Ashley taking the photos from Aiden. "Well Spence and I were going to spend the rest of this afternoon doing some proper ones. Did you need anything else?" Ash prompted, trying to encourage Aiden to leave, sensing Spencer's unease.

"Oh no, that was all. I'll see you tomorrow with those pictures then Ash. And… I'll see you again soon Spencer?" smirked Aiden

"Mmm… yeah, see you Aiden" Spencer said quietly.

Ash turned round after seeing Aiden out, and noted a very unhappy Spencer. "What was all that was about?"

"Oh nothing Ashley, just forget it."

"No I won't just forget it Spence. I can see he's upset you somehow. Please. Tell me what's wrong"

"He wasn't the one that upset me, he made me feel cheap, which is something I've never felt before, but I can deal with that. What's upset me is the fact you've been going round telling everyone I'm a hooker and suggesting you can pass me between your friends when you're done with me. Are you my pimp now too? I'm not a toy Ashley. I say who, I say when, I decide who I sleep with!" Spencer was now shouting and waving her arms round frantically, as she ran round the room, picking up clothes and her belongings.

"Woah… Spence, calm down, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. I never meant for him to find out and I didn't tell him on purpose. I told him to back off. Spence, please stop, what are you doing?" said Ash, trying to get Spencer to slow down.
"I'm leaving! I just want to get out of here!" said Spencer, tears running down her face as she made her way to the door. Seeing that Spencer was about to leave, Ashley ran up behind her and put a hand on the door stopping Spencer from opening it and wrapped her spare arm around her waist, placing her forehead on Spence's shoulder.

"Spence, please, listen to me. I really didn't mean for him to find out. He made a joke about me paying for your services and he suggested you were a prostitute. I wasn't prepared for questions about us, and my reaction gave it away. I never wanted to make you feel cheap and I certainly didn't mean to upset you. I am truly sorry. Please… don't leave me," Ashley asked sincerely. Spencer finally calmed down enough to believe what Ash was telling her. She turned herself around into Ashley's waiting arms and buried her face into Ash's neck, still sobbing slightly.

"Ok, I'll stay. But make sure that doesn't happen again. That hurt Ash."

"I know Spence, I'm sorry," said Ashley leaving butterfly kisses on Spencer's temple.