Chapter 73: Miley
Her hand moved rhythmically between her legs as she addressed the room, her voice husky as she pleasured herself. "Why do I always have to meet these people? Take pictures with them, pretend like I give a damn? It's so fucking exhausting."
Larry Rudolph, her manager, stood nearby, trying to maintain a professional demeanor despite the spectacle before him. "Miley, it's part of the job. It's about keeping your name out there, making connections."
Miley rolled her eyes, increasing the pace of her fingers. "Yeah, yeah, I get that. But seriously, who the fuck is this Arell guy? Some nobody trying to ride my coattails. And he's probably ugly."
Larry sighed, glancing uncomfortably at the rest of the team, who were doing their best to focus on their phones, tablets, or the floor. "He's a rising star, Miley. Fresh on the scene, a lot of buzz around him. Craig thinks it would be good for both of you. A mutually beneficial arrangement."
Miley let out a frustrated groan, her fingers working faster. "Mutually beneficial my ass. Fine, I'll do it. But this better be the last time for a while. I'm so horny right now, I can't even think straight."
Larry cleared his throat, trying to keep the conversation on track. "Understood, Miley. We'll make sure this is the last one for a bit. Just one picture with Arell, and you're done."
Miley's voice dropped to a low, sultry tone as she continued to pleasure herself. "He better be hot, Larry. I'm sick of these setups with ugly dudes. I need someone who can actually get me off, not just some pretty face for the cameras."
One of her assistants, a young woman named Tasha, hesitantly approached with a bottle of water. "Here, Miley," she said softly, holding out the bottle.
Miley took it, her eyes locking onto Tasha's with a predatory gleam. "Thanks, babe. You're a lifesaver." She took a long drink, then tossed the bottle aside, her hand never ceasing its movements.
Larry, trying to regain control of the situation, glanced at his watch. "Miley, we need to wrap this up. The photo shoot is in an hour, and we need to get you ready."
Miley let out a throaty laugh. "Oh, I'm ready. Ready to meet this Arell and see if he's worth my time. But first," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I need to finish."
The room fell into an awkward silence as Miley reached her climax, her body shuddering. She let out a satisfied sigh, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before she sat up, looking around at her team with a wicked grin.
"Alright," she said, her voice light and teasing. "Let's get this show on the road. And Larry, you better make sure this Arell knows not to get any ideas. I'm not in the mood for bullshit."
Larry nodded, relief evident on his face. "Understood, Miley. Thank you."
Miley stood up, stretching languidly. "Good. Now, someone get me a towel. I'm all sweaty."
As one of her assistants rushed to comply, Miley glanced around the room, her eyes challenging anyone to say a word. No one did. She was Miley Cyrus, after all. She called the shots, and everyone else just followed along.
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Arell sat in the passenger seat of the car, leaning back into the soft leather. He was in a fresh new fit - a crisp white polo, tailored cargo pants, and a pair of Jordan 1s. He glanced at himself in the rearview mirror, adjusting the designer glasses perched on his nose.
"Geoffrey," Arell said, turning to his cousin who sat beside him. "Why you got me wearing these glasses? You know I can see just fine."
Geoffrey chuckled, giving Arell an approving nod. "It's not about seeing, Arell. It's about the look. Trust me, it completes the outfit. Gives you that extra edge."
Arell considered it for a moment before nodding. "Fair enough. They do look kinda slick."
Geoffrey turned in his seat, facing Arell more directly. "Alright, listen up. This photoshoot with Miley is a big deal. There's gonna be a lot of eyes on you two, and we need this to go smoothly."
Arell nodded, his expression serious. "What do I need to know?"
"Miley's team is... intense," Geoffrey began. "Her manager, Larry Rudolph, is all about the business. He's gonna want this done quick and efficient. Miley, on the other hand, she's unpredictable. Likes to do things her own way."
Arell raised an eyebrow. "Unpredictable how?"
Geoffrey sighed. "Let's just say she has a tendency to push boundaries. But your main goal is to get her to wear this." He reached into a bag and pulled out a dark purple Infinity hoodie, adorned with large, white stitched circles and subtle discolorations giving it a vintage, worn-in look.
"Damn," Arell said, taking the hoodie and examining it. "This is tuff. Why haven't you sent me one of these before?"
Geoffrey smirked. "It's unreleased, Arell. We're saving it for a special drop. You get Miley to wear this, and it'll create a huge buzz."
Arell nodded, slipping the hoodie back into the bag. "Got it. Anything else I should know about Miley?"
Geoffrey paused, choosing his words carefully. "She's... let's just say she's very open. No filter. She'll probably test you, see how you react. Just stay cool, be yourself, and remember why we're there."
Arell gave a nod, his mind already racing with scenarios. "And her team?"
"Larry Rudolph is a shark. Tish Cyrus, her mom, may be there, she's pretty involved. Then you have a mix of assistants and publicists. They'll all be watching, so keep your game face on."
Arell leaned back, a slight grin on his face. "Sounds like a fun crowd." Geoffrey chuckled, patting Arell on the shoulder.
As the car pulled up to the towering penthouse, Arell felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. He stepped out, taking in the grandeur of the building. Geoffrey led the way, the two of them making their way through the sleek lobby and into a private elevator.
When the elevator doors opened, they were greeted by a bustling team of people, all focused on setting up for the photoshoot. Lights, cameras, and backdrops were being adjusted while assistants ran back and forth, coordinating everything.
Arell took it all in, his eyes scanning the room. He noted the expensive decor, the lavish spread of food and drinks, and the tension in the air.
Larry Rudolph approached them, with a professional smile plastered on his face . "Geoffrey, Arell, good to see you both. Ready to get started?"
Geoffrey nodded, shaking Larry's hand. "Absolutely. Where's Miley?"
Larry motioned towards a private room off to the side. "She's getting ready. Should be out in a minute. We'll get a few shots, have her try on the hoodie, and we'll be good to go."
Arell glanced around, observing the various members of Miley's team. They all seemed busy, but their eyes would occasionally dart towards him, curiosity evident. Arell couldn't shake the feeling that he was being scrutinized.
Just then, the door to the private room swung open, and Miley sauntered out. She wore a loose-fitting, oversized sweater that hung off one shoulder, paired with snug leggings and fluffy slippers. She exuded a casual, confident vibe, but there was an underlying edge to her presence.
"Arell, right?" she said, her voice playful.
"That's me," Arell replied, offering a confident smile. "Nice to meet you, Miley."
Miley looked him up and down, her lips curling into a smirk. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Let's get this over with, yeah?"
Arell chuckled, sensing the challenge in her tone. "Absolutely. Ready when you are."
As they moved to the set, Geoffrey handed the Infinity hoodie to an assistant, who then brought it to Miley. She raised an eyebrow, inspecting the garment.
"This the thing you want me to wear?" she asked, looking at Arell.
"Yeah," Arell said, stepping closer. "It's part of my new line. Thought it'd look great on you."
Miley held his gaze for a moment before shrugging. "Fine. Let's see how it looks."
She slipped on the hoodie, the dark purple fabric contrasting with her bold outfit. Arell couldn't help but admire how effortlessly she pulled it off. The hoodie looked even better than he had imagined.
Arell and Miley found themselves by the large penthouse window. The view of Austin sprawled out beneath them, the skyline dotted with SXSW banners and buzzing with activity.
"Alright, guys, we need you two to look natural, like you're taking a selfie," the photographer directed, adjusting his camera. "Arell, put her hand foward like you're holding a phone and you're snapping the picture, and Miley, just get in close."
Miley moved in, pressing against Arell's side. She tilted her head up, lips pouting playfully at the camera.
"Make sure we get the hoodie in the shot," Geoffrey called from behind the photographer.
"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Miley said, rolling her eyes but still maintaining her pose. She glanced up at Arell, her voice dropping to a flirtatious whisper. "You know, you're pretty cute up close. You single?"
Arell chuckled, keeping his focus on the camera. "Just here for the shoot, Miley. Let's keep it professional."
She pouted even more dramatically, turning her charm up a notch. "Professional? Where's the fun in that?"
Before Arell could respond, the photographer interrupted. "Great, hold that pose. Miley, tilt your head a bit more to the left. Arell, lower you're hand just a touch. Perfect!"
The camera clicked several times, capturing the moment. As the shoot continued, Miley's flirtations became more overt, but she frequently clashed with the crew, her mood swinging from playful to irritated.
"Can we get this light adjusted? It's washing me out," Miley snapped at an assistant, who rushed to comply.
"Let's just get through this," Arell murmured, his patience wearing thin.
"Don't worry, babe. I'm a professional," Miley retorted, though her tone was far from reassuring.
Despite the tension, the photos were turning out great. The contrast of Miley's bold, unpredictable energy with Arell's calm, collected demeanor created a dynamic that the camera crew loved. But Arell couldn't shake his growing irritation. Miley was a handful, her constant arguing with the crew grating on his nerves.
"Alright, let's move to the next setup," the photographer said, signaling a change. "We'll get some shots of you two just hanging out by the window. Candid, relaxed."
As they repositioned, Miley leaned closer to Arell, her hand brushing against his. "You know, we could have a lot of fun together. What do you say?"
Arell smiled politely, stepping back slightly to maintain a professional distance. "I appreciate it, Miley, but I'm good."
Miley pouted again, then turned her attention to the crew, barking more orders. "Can someone fix my hair? It's a mess!"
Arell watched her, a mix of amusement and frustration building. He respected her talent and her star power, but her attitude was wearing thin. He glanced at Geoffrey, who gave him an encouraging nod, reminding him to stay focused.
The shoot finally wrapped up, the photographer capturing the last few shots of Miley and Arell by the window, the city of Austin stretching out behind them. As the crew began to pack up, Miley turned to Arell, her expression softening slightly.
"Hey, thanks for putting up with me," she said, a hint of sincerity in her voice.
Arell nodded, offering a genuine smile. "No problem. It was... interesting."
She laughed, a sound that was surprisingly genuine. "Yeah, I guess it was. Good luck with your hoodie line. It's cool."
"Thanks," Arell replied. "Good luck with... everything."
Miley gave him a playful wink before turning back to her team, already launching into a new set of demands. Arell shook his head, chuckling as he walked over to Geoffrey.
"Man, she's something else," Arell said, running a hand through his hair.
Geoffrey chuckled, patting Arell on the back. "Yeah, she's definitely one of a kind. But you handled it well. Those photos are going to do wonders for Infinity."
"Glad it's over," Arell replied, his voice lightening up. "You know, I'm beat. Are we heading home now?"
Geoffrey shook his head with a sly grin. "Not just yet. Craig wants you to meet a few artists. We need to head to a venue."
Arell raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Who are we talking about?"
Geoffrey's grin widened. "ASAP Rocky."
Arell paused mid-step, his eyes widening in disbelief. "ASAP... Rocky? For real?"
Geoffrey nodded, clearly enjoying Arell's reaction. "Yep, your favorite artist."
"Bet," Arell said, a huge smile spreading across his face. "Let's do this."
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