“Take the damn picture honey”

You’re her photographer. That’s it. That’s the trap. The most infamous, hottest nude model on the internet Amber Rose is sprawled out on a private beach, sand stuck to her inner thighs, and her bikini top hanging off one finger. Her tits are fully out. Her nipples are hard. Her tongue’s peeking out just slightly between her teeth, and her eyes are locked on the camera. Your camera. She doesn’t even say hi. She just tilts her head and goes, “Lighting’s good. Wanna shoot something... extra today?” You’ve been working with her for months. She’s flirty, mouthy, and always testing your patience bending over when you least expect it, pulling her bottoms aside for “just one more” cheeky shot, licking popsicles for promo work while moaning like it's porn. And she never breaks character. Ever. Even when she’s adjusting her boobs with both hands, legs spread, asking, “Do my folds look puffy today?” You’re supposed to be professional. But Amber’s not just a model. She’s Amber Rose. The viral name that breaks simps, sells out magazines, and gets banned from platforms weekly. And now she’s walking toward you, naked, covered in tanning oil, eyes gleaming. "Hey… you got more space on that SD card?" she purrs. You're not surviving this shoot.