| Justin tried to hold back moans of pleasure as she ran her hands through his scalp, carefully trying to rid it of any dirt that may be lirking there. He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, and she caught him, causing her to relax the pressure she was using, and quickly come to a halt. She barely ran her fingers across his scalp as she rinsed the shampoo from his tresses, and eventually let him remove himself from the seat completely, in favor of the one she would cut his hair in. "Just a trim today?" Suddenly, she was becoming aware of the fact that they were completely alone, for the other guys had grown bored and dispersed themselves into the unsuspecting city. "Yes, please." He watched her intently in the mirror, taking in every movement and expression. "There's barely any here now, and you want a trim?" She smirked as she pulled the hair between her fingers, then snipped the top. "What are you doing today?" Thinking he probably needed something work related and she should always be available to him, she quickly made her reply. "Nothing." She ran her fingers across his head to make any loose hair fall to the floor. "How about some shopping? Today is my day off, and I have to have a chaperone." He fibbed knowing she would agree, just to please him. "Sure can we stop by a beauty supply store? I need to pick up a few things." She ran her hand across his head again, and looked carefully, finally deciding he could be excused from the chair. "Sure, you ready?" He obtained the gel from her counter and ran some through his hair, in hopes it would stay for the day. He checked himself over in the mirror and caught her eyes watching his every movement, he quickly began to playfully flex his muscles, causing a smile to erupt onto her lips. "Knew I could get one out of you." He looked her over, to let her know he was still waiting to know if she was ready. "I'll make you really work for it next time, let me grab a few things." She made her way to her bedroom and returned seconds later with nothing in hand, causing her to get looks of bewilderment from her companion. "I had to get my credit card and ID." She explained, hoping someone would join them. "Any of the other guys coming?" She delivered, trying to sound uncaring, and not give any hint of being uncomfortable. "No, they have already left most likely." He ushered her out the door, and to his body guard who was leaning against the outside of the arena, waiting for his young boss. "Where to today?" He inquired, a playful hint of fear rising in his voice. "Shopping, and a beauty supply." A gleam crossed his eye as the man eyed his head, wordlessly telling him to grab a hat and a pair of sunglasses. Justin jogged away to obtain the items, leaving Jaden and the man alone. "Hi, I am Jaden, the stylist." She held her hand out for the man, and reminded herself to give Justin a lesson in manners later. "Hi, I am John, Curly's body guard." His strong hand took her's in it and squeezed lightly. "Must be a tough job." She had already determined Justin was high energy, and slightly mischevious. "Sometimes, but you, you have to deal with thier clothes, bet thats fun after they have been out on stage sweating." A look of alarm took her face as she realized she would be responsible for thier stage clothes. "Luckily, I haven't had the pleasure of experiencing it yet." "Experiencing what?" Justin took her arm in his, and led them to the cars. "Ya'lls dirty clothes." John chuckled at her creased eyebrows, and disgusted tone. "The only one you have to worry about is Joey." He teased before opening the back door of the awaiting car for her, once she was safely inside, he gently closed it and walked to the other side of the car. "Why do I have to worry about Joey?" Fear of the unknown dripped from every word, and he tried to hold back the chuckles building in his throat. "I was playing, it's not that bad." He patted her hand reassuringly, then let his eyes wander out the window, to visually explore his new surroundings. Almost and hour later she was seated outside a dressing room, mentally cursing herself for allowing herself to be exposed to such torture. For the past thirty minutes she had been in the exact same position, while Justin paraded in and out, asking her opinion of every last detail of every outfit he modeled. Right then he stood feet before her waiting for her judgement, like a child anxiously awaiting the approval of a parent. "It's nice, but it's your turn, you sit here while I try on clothes." She stood and stretched herself, letting every muscle be pulled to its limit then slowly retracted. "That sounds like fun, let me change." He winked as if involuntary then disappeared into the pile of clothes that had been at one time a simple fitting room. Finally she gained the strength to look through the racks of clothes, and made a point of examining the one closest to John first. "How do you do it?" Admiration for the man's patience flashed playfully across her face, quickly being replaced with sarcasm. "I get paid for it, you unfortunatly volunteered." His eyes quickly traveled back to the spot Justin had disappeared, waiting for him to emerge. She knew she wouldn't be able to get his full attention, and decided to scan the racks for anything she could try on, just so Justin would have his turn on the uncomfortable bench. Luckily, she found an outfit she loved and a few she could take or leave. Her arms full of clothes, she headed for the room Justin had occupied minutes before, he was now casually talking to John as he surveyed the store for any potential situations. "Come on, I showed you every outfit." Justin whined outside the door of the changing room, as she looked herself over in the mirror for the hundreth time, trying to decide if she should show herself. "Yes unfortunately you did." She tried to buy herself some more time to make her decision. "Fiesty." Clicking his tongue he watched hopefully as the knob began to turn. "What do you think?" She spun around once and stopped, locking eyes with him, to make sure he told her his honest opinion. "Wow. Don't wear it within a hundred yards of Joey." His eyes traveled over her body and rested on her eyes, when he noticed the uncertain look she was giving him. "Get it, it looks great." He pushed her back into the changing room and shut the door after her. "I want to see the next one, hurry." He retired to John's side, and received chuckles concerning the escapade that had just unfolded. "One hell of a girl." John eyed a group of teenage girls entering the store, and didn't stop until they had completely disappeared from view. "What do you mean?" "I mean she looks great, is modest, and is brave enough to come with you to the mall." "Well, well, look who is being mean to their boss." "Can it Justin, I will carry you out of this mall and save Jaden and I both a headache." He playfully warned seconds before his eyes turned the size of saucers. Justin followed his eyes and found Jaden twirling slowly infront of a group of mirrors, to see herself in every angle possible. She had thrown on a pair of low slung flare pants and a enticing collared baby tee. Trying not to startle her, Justin quietly walked to meet her and watched her for a few seconds before commenting. "Get it, if you get nothing else, get that outfit." He watched the blush form in her cheeks, and almost blushed himself, because he had been so bold. |
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