L Want To Fuck That Bossy Bitch

James was winning over the world with his usual determination and uncompromising attitude. At the peak of his career he had everything he wanted. He was famous, traveling the world with his band and partying hard. As for the girls, he was usually surrounded by many, all pretty, young, and waiting for him to pick, like ripe cherries from a tree.

He liked change, so he would move from one to another, there were so many, no point going back to previous ones. He got bored quickly anyway, the restless energy inside him demanded constant challenge.

It came after one of his smaller shows.

He excused himself from a group of girls that clung to him tight, like a swarm of bees, to go to the bathroom. On the way back, distracted by the sudden noise behind he accidentally bumped into yet another girl. Actually, she bumped into him. She apologised mechanically, gave him a brief, distracted smile and turned around to walk away.

This was not the treatment James was used to getting from girls, it sparked his curiosity. Maybe she didn't recognise him in the darkness?

"Hey," he called before she could take a step. "Did you enjoy the show?"

She turned back.

He gave her his most charming smile.

"lt was alright," she replied with a little half smile.

Huh? That was the most unfazed response James remembered for a long time. It irritated him immediately that someone was not ecstatic about his shows. People usually were.

She looked at him with what he thought was provocation in her eyes, not the sexual, more of a challenge.

"What can I do better next time?" he asked, still attempting to charm her with his usual nonchalant attitude. "l usually take good care of my fans, give them what they want..."

"I'm not one of your fans," came the response that stumped him.

The look she gave him seemed mocking now.

"But...you came to my show..." James stumbled on his words. He realised how pathetic they sounded after he already said it.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know it was only fans show." She patted him patronisingly on the arm.

"l won't do it again."

She walked away leaving James completely stunned.

He went back to the girls, there were even more of them now, all craving his attention.

Good! He didn't need one stuck up, snobby girl who didn't appreciate his work. There were plenty around who did.

But he couldn't shake it off. It didn't help that he saw her across the room, sitting at the bar and chatting to the bartender.

Later in the evening when the gear was packed up and fans left, he walked up to that bartender and asked about her. He wasn't even sure why.

"She's the local photographer. Very good one. If you ever want anyone shooting your show, she's the best. I may even have her card somewhere."

The bartender fumbled in his pockets and fished out a business card.

Jasmine "Jazz" Rosewood, photographer.

There was an email address and a phone number.

James smiled. She wants a good show, she'll get one.

He called his agent and told him he wanted a new photographer on his next show. That was after he checked her website. The bartender was right, she was good.

A few weeks later James was back with another show in the same club. He put extra effort into it. He wanted it to be perfect. He wanted to show that obnoxious photographer girl with a cool name how good he was. Why was it important to him to show her anything, he didn't know.

He worked his ass off during the show. He could see her in the pit taking pictures, moving from one place to another to get everyone and everything in the frame. She looked very professional with two cameras strapped on to her, with the look of full concentration on her face.

After the show James, as usual surrounded by his fans, looked above the heads of everyone, but couldn't see her anywhere. Damn it!

Finally, when he almost lost hope he spotted her at the bar. He made excuses to the disappointed girls and walked up to the bar feeling oddly nervous.

"Jazz is a cool name," he said as he sat next to her.

"It's you again," she replied before she turned around, but when she did she smiled. She had a dazzling smile.

"Well? Did I do any better this time?" he asked.

"You were showing off for the pictures, but it worked. You did well."

She had that slightly patronising tone in her voice again, but for some reason James felt proud.

He gave her a victorious, "I told you so" smile.

"I'll have to spend a few hours in photoshop to make you look presentable tho..." she said, picking up the glass and taking a sip.

James looked at her in shock. The audacity!

She glanced at him and laughed.

"I was joking, you're photogenic enough."

James didn't know what to say. She was fucking with him for sure, in a way no one dared for a very long time. To his surprise he wasn't offended, more excited.

She was a challenge.

"What are you doing for the rest of the night?" he asked, not minding how suggestive it sounded. She obviously liked the direct approach, he was more than happy to oblige.

"I don't fuck my clients," she replied giving him the same mocking look as the first time they met.

"What makes you think I had that in mind?" James replied casually even though it was exactly what he had in mind. She was hot and triggered his hunting instinct.

He very much wanted to fuck her.

"Your reputation precedes you. Too bad, if you were not my client I may be tempted to have some fun..."

Shit! He didn't think of that when he wanted her to video his show. Now he didn't know what to do. The wicked woman liked playing games.

"It seems you got yourself in a bit of a pickle," she continued calmly, her mocking smile now getting on his nerves.

He took a sip of his drink to buy himself some time. She was right, but there was no way he could admit it. His brain was working on overdrive trying to figure out the way to fix it.

Before he found any solution to his predicament Jazz finished her drink and got up.

"I'll send you a few pics tonight. The rest will be ready in a couple of weeks."

She walked past him lightly brushing her fingers on the back of his neck and sending shivers down his spine.

For the second time James was left at the bar with an uncomfortable tightness in his trousers and feeling like an idiot.

Jazz fulfilled her promise. He got a few pictures and a short video that night. She was very good, he liked the dark and moody editing style that was her signature.

A few weeks later, the rest was delivered, just as good.

James immediately called his agent to tell him he wanted to go back to his previous photographer.

"But why?" Dan asked surprised. "She's really good. The best one I've seen for a long time."

"Never mind why, just do it," James snapped at him.

"Ok, if that's what you want. I'll call her straight away, it's a shame though."

"Thanks, Dan, that's what I want," James said in a calmer tone. "I'll call you later."

Now what? He couldn't just call her and ask her out. Well, maybe he could, but for some reason he was nervous about doing that. Her sharp tongue, that annoyingly mocking attitude was messing with him. It was usually the other way round. He was the one who got offers from girls, some he accepted, some he turned down. Now he was on the other side, putting himself in the situation where he could be turned down. He did not like that at all.

He wrestled with himself for a while, finally deciding to wait and see what happens, just for a bit. Take it slow, he tried to convince himself, but deep down he knew the reason was different, he chickened out.

A week passed and nothing happened. He messaged Dan to make sure he talked to Jazz about ending their working relationship. He confirmed that he did.

Finally Tuesday evening James got an email from her.

"Didn't you like the pics?"

"I loved them!" he replied straight away. "But our working relationship interfered with my other plans."

"What other plans did you have?"

"Take you for a drink? You said something about not going out with your clients."

"I said I don't fuck my clients, I do go out for a drink with them. You didn't have to go that far if all you wanted was to have a drink."

James gritted his teeth, she was definitely a handful.

"So, what about that drink?" he replied thinking how much less trouble he would have if he just asked her out the first time they met.

"I'm out of town on a shoot. Will let you know when I'm back."

Fuck! She was messing with him again. Playing fucking snow princess and trying to dictate the rules. This was so far from James usual experience, for a minute he didn't know what to do.

He should just forget about it. There were plenty of girls just waiting for him to say a word. He didn't need to waste his time chasing.

Unfortunately, he was also stubbornly determined and the fact she was evading him so skilfully and, he had to admit, charmingly, made him want her more.

Fine! He will play the game. At the end of it he will get what he wants anyway.

It wasn't until the end of next week, he heard from Jazz again.

"I just spent a week in bars and clubs. Have enough crowds for a while, but I know how much you want that drink. I'll be in my studio tomorrow night, should have a bottle of wine laying around somewhere."

Much better, James thought reading the message. Lucky for him the show tomorrow night was canceled, something to do with the venue.

"What time will you be free?" he messaged back

"9pm"

He briefly thought about teaching her a lesson and not turning up, but he knew he would not be able to go through with it. He waited for too long, and she was unpredictable. He didn't want to waste his chance, knowing her it might be the only one he got.

At 8.55pm next evening he walked up the steps to Jazz's photography studio. It was located in the part of town he knew well, lots of celebrities were living in this area.

Jazz opened the door straight away. She was wearing a white shirt with two buttons undone and tight jeans that showed off her long slim legs.

She accepted the bottle of wine he gave her and smiled at him, not the mocking smile he's seen earlier, but a genuine bright smile as if she was pleased to see him.

The studio was quite large, lots of equipment, lights, and stands were scattered around. It had a giant wardrobe with some quite extravagant outfits and a big bed.

"How convenient," James muttered under his breath seeing it.

Jazz came back with two glasses and a different bottle.

"l had to put yours in the fridge," she explained and walked to the sofa gesturing for him to follow.

They sat together, she handed him the bottle to open. He did and poured them drinks.

"To our very short lived working relationship. May it rest in peace," she toasted.

James laughed but raised his glass.

"Now tell me honestly, what did you think about the pics I sent you," Jazz asked after she took a sip.

"Honestly, I loved them," James replied and took a sip from his glass. The wine was good. "Everything I said was true," he added.

"Difficult choices we sometimes have to make," Jazz said thoughtfully, tilting her head and looking at him curiously. "You know, it will be pretty hard for you to find another photographer as good as me."

James smiled at her.

"Yes, I know. But it wasn't a difficult choice."

"Oh really? You must be more determined than I thought...or like a challenge."

"I am determined and I like a challenge. Everyone knows that," he shrugged.

"And you're not used to hearing no," she added, taking another sip.

"Why do you have a bed here?" James changed the subject to move the conversation in the right direction, away from his uncompromising ways that he knew were not to everyone's liking.

"I do boudoir sessions," she replied. "And sometimes I sleep here when I finish late and can't be bothered going home."

"Like tonight?" he asked with a cheeky smile. "Are you planning to sleep here tonight?"

"That depends, I don't really like this bed, it's too big for one person."

They looked at each other for a few moments, James wondering, if this was another one of her traps.

"I could keep you company, if you like," he said lightly, but his heart rate suddenly increased. What if she says no? He was never turned down before, he would prefer to keep it that way.

"What makes you think it's your company I want in my bed?"

"You invited me here for a drink. You don't seem like a person who does things just to please others, so my guess would be my company is not that bad."

"More intelligent than I thought, " she said in response. "That's promising."

James didn't know whether to laugh or get offended. In the end he just shook his head.

"You like playing games," he said more as a statement than a question, and poured her more wine.

"Only with those who are brave enough to take it. It seems you are part of that lot."

"Was that really a compliment? I didn't think I would ever hear it from you."

"Enjoy, I don't give compliments easily."

She looked at him and for the first time there was no mockery in her eyes. If James had to bet, he would say it was an interest.

That encouraged him. He didn't even realise, until now, how uncharacteristically unconfident he felt in her company.

It seemed that now he was on the right track.

"Tell me about your boudoir sessions," he said, moving closer.

"Why is it boudoir that interests you so much?" She tilted her head again.

"Someone might suspect you'd like a session yourself." Jasmine gave him another mocking smile. She dished them out quite freely for him.

"If it's you doing it, of course I would," he replied, ignoring the mockery. Eyes on the prize.

He moved his arm on the back of the sofa so his hand rested close to her shoulder.

"Short memory, I told you l don't fuck my clients." Jazz put her head on the sofa back so it was only inches away from his hand.

"You didn't fuck me...yet," he said quietly and lifted his finger to touch her cheek. "l still have a choice..."

"Make the right one, you may not have another chance."

The mockery was still in her eyes, but he was not deterred. He knew from the start what he wanted.

He took the glass from her hand and put it on the table. He moved closer, lifted up her chin and kissed her gently. She kissed him back. He touched her neck, then slid his hand to her shoulder, underneath the shirt.

She was an amazing kisser, and tasted of wine. Her lips were soft and very warm. He put his tongue in her mouth, she met it with hers and they played together for a while, every second the kiss getting more passionate. Without breaking it Jazz moved towards him, and sat on his lap facing him. Her breathing was fast.

James broke the kiss when he felt out of breath.

"That's the skill you have there. Seems you can use your tongue to do more than inflicting wounds on people's ego," he said appreciatively.

"You haven't seen nothing yet," she replied, snorting slightly.

"Why don't you show me?"

"What do I get in return?" she asked with a playful smile dancing in the corner of her mouth.

James moved his head to nibble at her ear.

"Anything you want," he whispered.

Jasmine shuddered.

"Mmm, you must be really determined. I like a man who knows what he wants."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again gently nibbling and licking. James put his hands in the back pockets of her jeans and pulled her closer. He was already hard and wanted her to feel that. He heard her soft purring as she gently moved up and down grinding on his hard dick.

James moved his head lower to her neck and brushed his mouth all the way to her shoulder. He undone the buttons of her shirt to get better access and reveal her breasts enclosed in a black lace bra.

"Mmm, I like it," he murmured seeing her nipples poking through the lace. He enjoyed the view for a moment while Jazz was busy undoing his shirt.

He felt her warm, soft hands on his chest, then she murmured, "Yes, me too."

James reached down to pull the shirt from her jeans, and got rid of it in two seconds. He slowly pulled the straps of her bra and freed her breasts from their confinement. They were perfect. Large, firm with dark nipples that were already hard. He took one in his mouth and sucked on it. Jasmine moaned. He held the other one between his fingers and squeezed it lightly. Another moan told him she liked it. He played with her nipples, licking, succing and grazing, noting with satisfaction that the frequency of Jazz's moans increased and her breathing became heavier, with each one, her breasts were moving up and down.

"0h yes...that's so good," he heard her voice. She seemed to have difficulty pushing the words out.

She held his head close to her chest and put fingers in his hair, from time to time running her nails on his skin. Every time she did it, hot shivers went down James' spine.

He lifted up his head and smiled. Jazz's eyes were unfocussed, but she smiled back.

"Not bad at all," she answered the question he didn't ask. "Now it's my turn."

She slid from the sofa between his legs. She undone his trousers, they were uncomfortably tight for a long time now. He was rock hard. She touched him through his boxers, moved her hand up and down, then rubbed her cheek on him.

James groaned.

She gently freed him from the boxers, smiled appreciatively and licked her lips. James brushed her hair out of the way, he wanted to have a good look. Maybe she guessed that. She looked up at him and very slowly put her tongue to the tip, not breaking the eye contract. She licked it gently, then opened her mouth and took it in.

Shit, this was good!

He watched his dick disappearing in her mouth and felt gentle sucking. She took more in, circling her tongue around the sensitive skin between the tip and the shaft. James put his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying on the wonderful feeling of Jazz's mouth and tongue on his dick. She kept her hand firmly around the base and moved her mouth up and down, licking underneath.

Fucking heaven it was!

James looked at her bobbing head, she took in the whole leght. He felt the tight back of her throat and groaned again.

Jazz let go of him and looked up again smiling.

"How did I do?" she asked, licking her lips.

"Fucking amazing! I want more!"

She gave him a half ironic, half satisfied smile.

"You'll get more, but we can't finish this fun too early. I want more too..."

James understood straight away. He helped her up and pulled her towards the big bed on the other side of the room. He gently pushed her on it, sat on her legs and undone her belt, button and zip, kissing and licking around her navel.

He peeled off her jeans to reveal small, black lace panties. He traced his tongue along the edge of the material and pulled it with his teeth. Through the lace, he could see, she was nicely trimmed.

He played around for a bit, licking and kissing the bare skin, trying to get as low as he could.

"Take the fucking thing off!" he heard Jazz's hiss.

James smiled.

"Impatient," he muttered, but got off her legs and pulled off her jeans still leaving her little panties on. He wanted to play with it a bit more.

Reaching under her butt, he pulled Jazz to the edge of the bed and knelt between her legs. He nudged them apart and kissed his way up and down her thighs, taking care of not going too close to her pussy. She was already very wet, the black lace was soaked. James could smell her juices, it was a great smell, it only got him more excited. He could feel his dick twitching.

He moved his finger down on the lacy material feeling the wetness. Jasmine moaned softly. He hooked his finger underneath and circled his thumb around her clit. Even through the lace he could feel it was swollen and hard. He thought with anticipation about flicking his tongue on it, but the teasing wasn't done yet.