Kaelyn groaned loudly in frustration, running her fingers through her brown tresses. She hated working with Justin Timberlake of all people. She and 4 coworkers each got chosen to do private photo shoots with each of the members of Nsync, and just as Kaelyn's luck goes, she got stuck with Justin. The snobby, conceited, too good for everyone, 'blonde haired cutie.' "Hardly, " Kaelyn grumbled, setting up her stand, "Okay, Justin! Would you PLEASE change your shirt! You've got ketchup on that one from the damn french fries you were eating!"
"Nag, nag, nag!" Justin rolled his eyes, "I don't have to take orders from you! What are you, my mother?"
"Damnit Justin! Fine! You want pictures taken with a dirty shirt? Fine! I don't give a shit!" she yelled back, snapping a couple photo's. She stopped, looking over at him, "Could you AT LEAST smile?" Justin plastered on a goofy smile, mocking her, "Ugh! Justin, you asshole!" she said, walking over to the wardrobe rack.
"I love you too Kae, " he winked mockingly, grinning.
"Go to hell, " she mumbled, throwing a baby blue shirt at him, "put this on!"
"Yes Mommy, " Justin rolled his eyes, taking off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and well defined abs. Kaelyn just glanced over, her eyes widening.
"He is so sexy ... " Kaelyn thought, then shook her head, "Kae you stupid ass! This is Justin!" Justin noticed her eyes stuck to him again.
"What are YOU looking at?" he smirked, throwing his dirty shirt at her. It landed on her head.
"Ugh!" Kaelyn yelled, ripping the shirt off her head, snapping out of her thoughts and back to the reality that Justin was an ass, "I was looking at an asshole!" she sneered, tossing the shirt to the side.
"What was that?" Justin smirked, taking her camera off the stand.
"Justin put that back! That's expensive equipment!" she squealed, trying to get it back.
"What are you gonna do about it, shorty?" he smirked, holding the camera above his head.
"Give it back, prick!" she yelled in anger, trying to jump and get it. Justin laughed and took off running around the studio, "you spoiled brat!" Kaelyn yelled, running after him.
"Gotta catch me!" Justin laughed, far ahead of her. He hid behind a tapestry, seeing a cup of water close by that someone had been using to paint a set.
"I'll get you, Timberlake!" She yelled, starting to walk, "Where the hell are you?" she tried to catch her breath, looking around. Justin heard her getting closer and got ready to make his move, a sly grin on his face, " Justin!! Give me back my camera!" she yelled, just about to step in front of him.
"SMILE!" Justin yelled, splashing her with the water and snapping a picture as she screamed.
"You asshole!" Kaelyn screeched, looking down at her white shirt, now drenched with colored water. Her shirt became see-through, revealing her black lace bra, holding her C-cup breasts in place. Justin swallowed hard, his dick becoming erect, even though he hated Kaelyn.
"H-here's your camera ... " he said softly, handing it to her. Kaelyn grabbed it without glancing it him, turning her body and storming away, tears welling up in her eyes. She put the camera back on the stand, and ran into the dressing room, sitting on a couch and crying.
"Why does he have to be such an asshole!" she sobbed. Working with people like Justin made her hate her job.
"Kaelyn?" Justin called, snapping out of his trance. His dick throbbed, and he felt terrible for what he did, "What is wrong with me?" he asked himself. Kaelyn had never turned him on before. He sighed, walking back towards the setup. He raised an eyebrow, hearing her crying, and felt even worse. He slowly walked to the door, knocking.
"Go away!" Kaelyn sobbed. Justin slowly entered the room, "What, are you deaf now, too??" she yelled.
"Kaelyn, I ... " he started to speak, but his eyes became glued to her shirt clinging to her breasts, seeing her cleavage. Kae became enraged.
"You bastard!" She screamed, standing up and shoving him into the wall, "You fucking prick! You just can't keep your eyes off my tits can you? That's all you want, is SEX!"
"Wh-what!? Kaelyn no! That's not it!" He stumbled over his words.
"Oh yeah? Explain that!" She said, pointing to his erect dick.
"I ... I'm a guy, Kae! What do you want!"
"Oh, a guy huh? Does this turn guys on Justin?? Is this what guys want?" She hissed, pressing her breasts against his body. Justin groaned, "Yeah, " Kaelyn growled, grinding herself into his hardness, her body tightly against his, "this is what you want isn't it Justin, " she hissed again, and licked his lips, deciding to pay him back. Justin let out a soft moan, trying to stay tough.
"No! It isn't! Not from you, you skank!" he yelled, his voice cracking as she licked his neck.
"You're so full of shit, it's coming out your ears, " she sneered, "oh no, that's just your brain liquidating and oozing out, " she smirked evilly as she continued her torture, sucking his lower lip. Justin moaned loudly, his head spinning with pleasure. He couldn't take it anymore and he started to massage her hips. Kaelyn grinned, having him right where she wanted him. She backed him onto the couch, laying him down and continuing her seduction.
"Holy shit, Kae, " Justin moaned.
"Do you want me, Timberlake? Do you?" she growled, sucking his neck.
"Yes!" he yelled, defeated by what his body was feeling, "Yes, I want you!" Kaelyn suddenly stopped.
"Good, " she whispered, licking his lips and standing up, heading for the door, "paybacks a bitch, " she winked, reaching for the door handle. Justin sat there in shock, his dick harder than a rock and threatening to rip a hole in his jeans.
"What?!" he yelled, "Oh, I don't think so, bitch!" He got up, grabbing her by the waist and tossing her onto the couch. Kae screamed.
"Justin stop! Let me go!"
"Not a chance!" he grinned, as he straddled her. He ripped open her shirt, smirking, "See what you fucking did to me?" He made her look down at his bulge, "You did it, so now you're gonna fix it!"
