Bedroom Paparazzi

  Bedroom Paparazzi

  By Asami Piper

  Copyright

  © 2017 Asami Piper - All Rights Reserved

  All rights reserved. This book or parts thereof may not be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise—without prior written permission of the publisher, except as provided by United States of America copyright law. Usage of brief quotes is permitted when embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.

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   This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research and observation. All names, characters, places, and specific instances of products are from the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual references to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.

  Dedication

  For everyone who’s got my back

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Author’s Note

  Chapter 1.

  Chapter 2.

  Chapter 3.

  Chapter 4.

  Chapter 5.

  Chapter 6.

  Chapter 7.

  Chapter 8.

  Chapter 9.

  Chapter 10.

  Chapter 11.

  Chapter 12.

  Chapter 13.

  Chapter 14.

  Chapter 15.

  Chapter 16.

  Chapter 17.

  Chapter 18.

  Chapter 19.

  Chapter 20.

  Chapter 21.

  Chapter 22.

  Chapter 23.

  Chapter 24.

  Chapter 25.

  Chapter 26.

  Chapter 27.

  Chapter 28.

  Chapter 29.

  Chapter 30.

  Epilogue

  The End

  Upcoming Stories

  Excerpt from Dangerous Delights

  Author’s Note

  Thank you for picking up my book.

  My mission is to bring to life all of my fantasies. I’m always dreaming about epic romances and flings, and I want to capture my imagination with these stories. I would love to hear feedback from my readers, so always feel free to contact me at asamipiper@gmail.com. You can also reach me on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook.

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  Chapter 1.

  Katie

  They say that once you’ve posed nearly naked for a camera, all your anxieties melt away.

  But as I walked out of the shadows and onto the set, to the beat of the drums, the trumpets, to the roar of the crowd, right towards the host’s smiling face, I felt that sickening squeeze inside my rib cage.

  Despite the music from the live band cheering on my every step or even the hundreds of faces of the audience, all I could think about was the relentless jiggling of my breasts inside my sweater. I should’ve just worn a bra.

  But who wears a bra with a backless sweater? Let the puppies shine for you! That had been what my manager told me as Samantha did my makeup. I’d been too nervous to express my doubts in the dressing room, and now it was too late. Stephen Abernathy of the Super Late Show smiled brilliantly as I approached.

  I went for a handshake, but he pulled me in for a hug before kissing me on both cheeks. I returned his smile and walked around to the couch, turning slightly to the crowd to wave like I’d been told. I could almost feel the eyes following my hips and my bust. As soft as the pink outfit was, it fit snuggly against my skin, leaving very little to the imagination.

  Oh, come off it, Katie. You’re a swimsuit magazine girl. Leaving little to the imagination is your job.

  I should’ve at least worn my tights, I thought as my butt sank into the soft plushy seat beside the host table. I crossed my legs as Stephen sat down, and as we waited for the crowd to quiet, I grabbed the hem of my sweater and pulled it down to my knee. It was hot enough underneath all the studio lights; I didn’t need the camera getting a shot of my panties and stirring the media into another frenzy.

  “It’s lovely to finally meet you,” he said, taking off his glasses. “You’ve caused quite a line to form in front of our building today. I think our men to women ratio tonight is three to one.”

  That got a laugh from the crowd, and I smiled politely in their direction. How did people sit here with all these people watching them? It was one thing to see myself on a magazine spread, even if my tits were on display, but to sit in front of them? To feel the weight of their eyes tearing my sweater to threads?

  “I’m glad to be here, Stephen.” I nodded, pressing my lips together, trying to ignore where his eyes focused when I’d turned to the audience. Did you want to meet me, or did you want to meet by boobs?

  He leaned forward, cocking an eyebrow. “They’re saying that this is going to be the biggest year for you.” Then he winked at the camera. “You’ve finally bust out into the big times.”

  I got the joke. Bust. “Mmm,” I said, trying to play along. But butterflies had already begun doing loop de loops inside my belly. I watched the words form on his lips as he gestured to and fro, and decided that I liked the way his shaven cheeks moved and how his glasses added a shine to his bright brown eyes. He seemed nice enough, but he was talking about my career. And the inevitable topic of discussion was only a few sentences away.

  “How are the folks back home taking it?” He licked his lips. “You’re on a swimsuit magazine cover, but you’re barely in a swimsuit. In fact, you’re barely wearing anything at all.”

  A blush filled my cheeks as I thought about Mama and Papa sorting through their mail and finding that. “My family is very supportive of my career. They’re just happy I’m out doing something instead of sitting at home and binging Netflix.” That got a small chuckle, and it was honest. They’ve always urged me to do the things I’ve wanted to, as long as I gave it all I had. Thinking about them, I straightened my back and the butterflies calmed down a little.

  Stephen nodded thoughtfully before reaching under his table and pulling it out. “Do you mind?” he asked, holding it so only I could see. And of course, I said yes. The world had already seen it anyway. He held the cover towards the camera, a big smile plastered on his face. “Katie Morrison, everybody.” The crowd went wild. I imagined a big red sign telling them to applause at my tits, but I smiled and played along. My armpits felt hot.

  It was currently considered the hottest photo of the decade, but I felt as if it was just another beach shot. The swimsuit was a bundle of thin white strings that roped around my neck, went down between my breasts, and then circled around my waist before forming the familiar thong shape. It only just barely covered my womanhood. My pose had been what set off the storm. It looked like I’d just woken up on the beach from a naughty daydream, and something about the hungry look in my eyes was driving the nation mad. But I’d been smiling that day because my best friend had gotten into med school, my mom had flown out to surprise me on set, and I thought I was in love with my boyfriend and he was all I could think of as that photo-shoot had kept me away for almost two weeks.

  Turning back to me, he placed the magazine down so that the photo smiled up at me. “This issue marks your transition from a simple bedroom model to a global swimwear phenomena. How does it feel to be a supermodel now?”

  “I definitely feel more fulfilled,” I said slowly, the hollowness of my words unsettling the butterflies in my tummy. “But t
he crew is much bigger and there are more cameras now.” Ever since that photo was picked up as the cover image, my manager had been promoted, and I was now the magazine’s shining star to be tossed into media like fish guts used to attract more fish.

  He chuckled softly. “I know the feeling.”

  I didn’t get the joke, but the crowd swallowed it up so I smiled too.

  “Do you plan to reveal more now that you’re famous?” He pointed towards the bottom of the cover, where my thighs had been strategically positioned to cover what the string could not.

  I shrugged. “I think I need to take a moment and see where my career is headed.”

  He nodded knowingly as if he knew something I didn’t. “So what of the girl you beat out? Tiffany Blair.” He flipped through the magazine, stopping on a bookmarked page. He held it up for the camera and the crowd. She was another blonde girl. Sizzling hot, Tiffany was sucking on a neon blue Popsicle from between her breasts as she stretched her legs across the two pages, bearing her shaved pussy for the world to see. A few drops of blue liquid were on her tits and her belly.

  Stephen must’ve seen the grimace on my face because he grinned widely. “I see there’s no love lost there.”

  This was his scoop. The real reason I was here. I shrugged and tried not to ball my hands into fists. “The producers felt that I would be a better fit for the cover.”

  “Producers,” said Stephen, shaking his head dramatically. Then he placed the magazine down and put a hand on my knee; I had to bite my lip to keep from flinching. “Well, I imagine your victory must feel even more delightful since she was the catalyst of your break up.”

  And there it was. The monster. The beast. The headline searching for any opening to dig into my flesh. I took a deep breath through my nose, aware of how his eyes traveled to my breasts as my chest expanded. Fuck being nice. “Yes.” Fuck her. I didn’t say all of that out loud, but the crowd still gave a whistle. This was their entertainment: shining spotlights on broken hearts.

  Stephen leaned back and flashed his teeth at the cameras. “This is the first exclusive anyone has gotten with you since your break up two months ago. And we here at the Super Late Show are absolutely thrilled that you’re here, speaking to us, first.”

  Stephen the words of my manager when he suggested I go on this show. It was more the higher up’s than William, but I only agreed to it because of everything William had done for me and I knew his ass was on the line. The funniest thing he said was that it would sell magazines like hot cakes. As if it weren’t already selling because of my hot cakes.

  “Do you mind if we ask a bit about your personal life now that you are single for the first time in your career?” He formed the words slowly, squinting, trying to crawl into my life. Or trying to draw the rest of me out and place my naked form on a platter for the media. Perhaps with an apple in my mouth and my arms tied behind my back?

  I could almost feel the audience leaning forward in their seats. I tried to keep cool, knowing that Tiana was somewhere in the crowd. As if he could read my mind, the first question Stephen asked was about her. “Do you find it odd living with a roommate who is not a model? How does she feel when she brings boys over?”

  My lips went dry, and I licked them before answering. “I love Tiana. She’s my best friend, and there’s no one else I would ever want to live with.”

  I watched one of his eyes tighten. “Not even Nathan? When you guys were still together?”

  Anger flashed in my head like a bolt of red lightning. I remembered sitting on Nathan’s lap, with my arms around his shoulders, kissing him as he told me of the house he’d just bought by a lake. How we’d be there together every weekend, alone and wrapped together like the two pieces of candy he’d placed in my mouth. I’d let my mind dream as I kissed him up and down his chest: how we’d get married and have kids. There would be a sweet little pug running around. And how we’d file our taxes together on time.

  Then I’d caught him.

  I took a deep shuddering breath, closing my eyes to compose myself. Every muscle had gone tight. “Perhaps,” I said, keeping my eyes on Stephen’s. “Once upon a time.”

  Stephen pressed his lips together. “I see you are a woman of few words.” He winked at the camera. “But I suppose your body does all the talking you need.”

  It was a joke, I told myself. A stupid joke. But I stretched my dress to my knee before crossing my arms. “There’s not much to say about him.”

  “Alright then, let’s go a bit deeper.” He pulled out a notepad and a pen. “How important is sex for you when it comes to relationships?”

  No matter what I’d say, they’d be picturing me and Nathan doing things. I didn’t even want to be with him in their daydreams. Another deep breath; I hoped my dress wouldn’t show how sweaty I was getting.

  “Okay,” he said laughing and backing off. “You don’t have to answer that one.”

  I bit the inside of my cheek. “No, it’s fine. Sex is very important to me.” I turned to the crowd. “You learn a lot about your partner when he’s red-faced and trying not to finish too early.”

  Stephen laughed along with the crowd. I couldn’t tell how much of this was serious, or how mad my manager was going to be later.

  But then he’d glanced up at his director and nodded. “Okay, we’re running out of time here, but I’ve got one more question.”

  “Yes,” I said, uncrossing my legs again and sitting up. It was almost over.

  “Where do you see yourself moving forward?”

  “Okay,” I started. This was a question I was more than willing to answer. “So I want to travel more and meet new people. Maybe start shooting photos on a world tour or something.” That was my manager’s next plan. And he’d encouraged me to briefly mention that, get some press, but I was really hoping it would happen. There was so much I wanted to see.

  “That sounds amazing,” said Stephen. Then he held up a finger to the camera, mouthing the words one more second. He bit his bottom lip and looked down at the magazine then back at me. “One final question. Sorry.” He leaned forward, batting his eyelashes at me. “Do I have a shot with you?”

  The roar of the crowd filled my ears, but I didn’t find it funny at all. I shook my head. And they laughed even more.

  Stephen threw back his head and laughed as well. “Katie Morrison, everybody.” He gave my hand a quick squeeze. I smiled as he began naming his next guest and telling his viewers to stay tuned after the break, but I needed to find a restroom ASAP. My bravado was fading, and the butterflies were dancing up a storm in my belly. There was no way I was going to throw up in front of all these people.

  The cameras went off, and he looked into my eyes again. “Would you like to stay for our after show dinner?”

  I shook my head, running out of time. “It was nice meeting you, Stephen. Thank you for having me on the show.” I stood up, feeling the heat escape my dress as my mind flip-flopped.

  I waved goodbye to the crowd, and then put one foot in front of the other, trying not to run out off stage, feeling the gaze of practically everybody running up and down my body. I was ready to tear this sweater off with my own hand once I got somewhere safe.

  Counting to ten inside my head, I made it to the curtain, away from the prying eyes, away from the heavy lights and the band music. I walked faster now, eyeing every door, searching for a bathroom sign. The butterflies in my belly wanted out.

  There were a large number of crew members and VIP guests hurrying towards me with big smiles and hopeful eyes, enough to make me want to melt. The long blue corridor was swarming with bodies and cameras, and they were almost upon me.

  I pushed through the first door I saw with the word restroom.

  As I crashed into the nearest stall, just vaguely aware of a man standing in front of a urinal, my first thought wasn’t why I was in the men’s room, but rather:

  How was I going to be a supermodel if I couldn’t even handle this?

  Chapter 2. br />
  Jason

  I was shaking out the last few drops when the door burst open with a bang, and the hottest woman of the year marched inside, brushed passed me, and collapsed into a stall. She dropped to the tiles and heaved into the toilet.

  “Are you okay?” I called out. There was no one else in the bathroom, but when I heard the wretched sounds of a person vomiting, I couldn’t help but wince. My eyes glanced down at her bright red high heels, her smooth pale legs with nice meaty curves, leading up to a deliciously high-cut outfit… Stop it. She needed help.

  Her bare back faced me. Milky smooth, with a few dots here and there. My insides raged when I realize there was no strap; she was braless. What was her name again? I’d just seen her on the screen in the waiting room.

  Katie Morrison. I remembered as she hurled again, the sound confusing my stomach. Lust or horror? I vaguely remembered Stephen happily announcing her name; I’d been a bit too distracted to pay attention to their words. Man, she had the perfect stage-walk down to a science. The way her hips moved with every step she took? The shy but strong demeanor in her posture? And those majestic breasts; it would be hard to find someone who wouldn’t have trouble making eye contact with her.

  She stroked back her blonde hair as she gasped for breath and straightened up. I didn’t know whether to bend down and pat her back or just walk out of the bathroom. It felt super fucking weird because my pants were straining, reacting automatically as I’d just masturbated to her new swimsuit cover this morning.

  ***

  I’d woken up beside a naked woman. She had her glorious brown ass smushed against my thighs and had positioned my hand to cover her breasts when she spooned up against me. I vaguely remembered her climbing into my bed in the dead of the night, slipping under my covers like she had countless times before. But I thought it had been a dream, a repeat of the one I’d had every single night since she’d cheated on me.

  I pushed her off, desperately feeling my cock for any signs of stickiness. She’d laughed and tried to climb back on the bed.