My nipples tingled and grew taut just remembering how that kiss had felt. Lying in my bed, I slid my hands under the tank top I slept in and caressed my large breasts softly. The hard nubs of my protruding nipples begged to be touched, and I rubbed them between my thumb and forefinger, slowly rolling them between the two and then pulling them. It felt delightfully good, and I alternated between pinching them and flicking them, liking the sexual charge that rushed through my body and radiated in my pussy with the brief flash of pain.
As my left hand kept fondling my tits, my right hand slid under the shorts of my pajamas and under my panties. My pussy was already tingling and slightly moist with desire. I closed my eyes and thought about Dimitri, imagining that he was the one making love to me as I pleasured myself with my fingers.
My thighs spread wide and my hips arched and strained as I rubbed and massaged my clitoris, slowly at first, and then with growing intensity. My fingers quickly grew wet with the sticky fluids of my arousal, lubricating them and making the rubbing easier and faster. Soon I was panting and soft moans of pleasure escaped my lips.
I flipped over on my bed, burying my face in my pillow so Shawnee wouldn’t hear, and kept going. I was able to shove the first three fingers of my right hand in and out of my pussy now, as I imagined Dimitri was fucking me, but it wasn’t quite bringing me the satisfaction that I needed. I reached into the top drawer of my nightstand and found the vibrator I kept there. It was rated at the toy store as being the quietest one on the market and when I flipped the switch, it powered to life silently.
Carefully, I placed it between my legs, letting the vibrating head rest against my sensitive clitoris. Intense pleasure rocketed through my body and I gasped and moaned into my pillow, muffling my cries of pleasure as I masturbated with the electronic toy.
“Oh, Dimitri. I love it when you fuck my cunt,” I moaned into my pillow, throwing myself into the fantasy. The vibrator had my entire body exploding with pleasure as I neared orgasm. I pictured Dimitri’s perfect face and thought about the way his hands had felt on by body and the way his tongue had so urgently taken mine when we kissed.
I shoved my three fingers in and out of my quivering cunt, fucking myself with them as I finally fell into the euphoria of orgasm.
“Fuck me, Dimitri! Make me come with your cock!” I cried out into my pillow, clutching it tightly to my face. The orgasm was short but powerful, and the endorphins of pleasure radiated through my body as I collapsed back against my mattress, feeling satisfied. I clicked the vibrator off, blew it a kiss, and put it away in the top drawer of my nightstand once more.
A vase filled with Dimitri’s roses balanced on top of the rickety piece of pressed wood furniture, and I plucked out one of the roses by the stem and held in my hand. The delicate petals were velvety soft and wonderful fragrant. I thought about plucking the petals in a whimsical game of He loves me, He loves me not, but that would destroy the flower and I wanted to keep them all for as long as they’d last. So I contented myself with holding it up in the dark and gazing at it as a beam of moonlight fell across it, illuminating it like the dream I was chasing. The dream that seemed so close I could almost touch it, and yet it wasn’t in my grasp. The dream of finally making it as an actress in Hollywood, of making my family proud, and of being famous and adored by fans. The dream of millions of people seeing me on the movie screen alongside Dimitri, of having his lips on mine, and the dream of finding love and no longer being alone.
I twirled the rose slowly by its stem, staring at it in the moonlight as I thought about all my life’s wishes and the dreams that hadn’t yet come true but someday might, and my eyelids slowly grew heavy. Soon, I fell into a deep and dream-filled sleep where all the things I fantasized about and wished for had come true.
Chapter Four
By the time I woke up the next morning, it was noon and Shawnee had already left for her trip. No doubt her mother was already nagging her about finding a husband and settling down. The apartment smelled so strongly of roses, it was incredible and wonderful, but at the same time made it a little hard to breathe and I had to open all the windows to let in some of the fresh L.A. smog.
I knew I should eat breakfast, but my stomach was too nervous and I couldn’t stop checking my cell phone to see if I’d missed a call from my agent. The waiting was driving me crazy and all the while I kept thinking of Dimitri and how he must have purchased every red rose in Hollywood just for me.
Suddenly my cell phone starting playing the musical ring tone that indicated it was my agent, Carter. Shit! This was it!
“Did the studio call about the role?” I didn’t even bother to say hello first.
“They loved your audition and they said it was between you and just one other girl,” Carter said, but his voice didn’t sound happy. It sounded like he was about to tell me my dog died.
“That’s great, right?” I said, hoping I had misread his tone, but I hadn’t.
“I’m sorry, kid. They decided to go the other way. The producer picked the other girl. You did really well getting so close. It’s a step in the right direction and next time you’ll get it.” Carter tried to put a positive spin on the devastating news, but I didn’t want to hear it. I just hung up the phone without even bother to say goodbye.
My heart had plummeted to the pit of my empty stomach and I felt like I wanted to vomit, or cry, or both. In the end, I did neither and just lay on the couch, clutching a pillow as I watched hour after hour of bad television and stuffing my face with junk food. God, this sucked! I was so sure that role was mine, especially after Dimitri sent me all the flowers. Just look at them; there must be thousands! Why the hell would he send me all these damn bouquets of roses if I wasn’t going to get the part?
As I sat brooding and fuming, it occurred to me that he was probably one of those assholes who used his power and fame to get struggling actresses to sleep with him. He’d probably expected me to be home last night when he arrived with the roses and thought it would be an easy way to get laid. When I was out with Shawnee, he turned to the other actress up for the part instead and probably got what he wanted. Hollywood treated actresses like whores even worse than strippers! It made me sick, and the fucking roses were making me sick too.
I grabbed the bouquet closest to me, marched across my apartment to the open window, and tossed the entire thing, vase and all, out the window. It landed with a satisfying crash into the Dumpster below and for a moment I felt better. I grabbed the next vase and the one after that and did the same thing, sending the bouquets of cloying red roses falling to their death amongst bags of garbage and shattering the vases into nothing but broken glass. It was incredibly liberating and I felt like I’d finally done something on behalf of all the women like me who aren’t willing to trade sex for acting jobs.
When it was done and there wasn’t a rose left anywhere in sight, I plopped on the couch, wondering what to do with myself next. I had the night off work, which was usually a good thing, but with Shawnee gone and no boyfriend at the moment, I suddenly felt very lonely. My family was hundreds of miles away, and for once I was really missing the camaraderie of my sisters. Sure, growing up in a big family meant wearing hand-me-downs, always fighting for the bathroom, and never having any privacy; but it also meant you always had someone to lean on when you were down, someone always had your back, and you were never alone. As I sat slumped on the couch, watching bad television, I couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t time to consider going back to Utah. Moving to L.A. and becoming a famous actress sure hadn’t turned out the way I had hoped. I was a failure in my career and if something didn’t change soon, it looked like I’d be a stripper forever.
Just then my phone started playing the ominous ring tone that designated the BWW Club. Shit! I knew a call from Jay could only mean one thing; someone hadn’t come in for their shift and he needed a dancer.
“Yeah?” I answered unenthusiastically.
“Candy just quit. The bitch landed some kind o
f acting job and left me stranded with no notice. I need you to come in tonight and fill in or you’re fired!”
It was a bullshit threat. If he fired me then he’d be short two dancers instead of just one, and with Shawnee out of town I knew he didn’t have anyone else to fall back on. The thought of working tonight didn’t have much appeal; with the mood I was in, the last thing I felt like doing was putting a fake smile on my face and shaking my tits for a bunch of strangers. But if I did go in at least I wouldn’t be sitting here all alone feeling sorry for myself. I said to Jay, “Sure, why not. I don’t have anything else in my life, so I might as well work.”
“Great! And don’t be late!” Jay didn’t even thank me and hung up the phone.
I arrived at the BBW Club on time for the happy hour shift, but I definitely wasn’t myself that night. I had on the make-up, the tear-away costumes, and my hair was teased up like a lion’s mane, but when I saw my reflection in the mirror, I felt more depressed about my life. Stripping had started out as an easy way to make money, but now it felt more like a life sentence without parole. Only one thought made me go out on the stage, and that was the idea that Dimitri might possibly be out there again tonight. I wanted an explanation about yesterday, and most of all a chance to kiss him again.
Dressed in the strip club’s version of a flight attendant’s uniform, I came out onto the stage to a sultry song with a slow beat and scanned the crowd. The glimpse of a man in a baseball cap caught my eye, and I danced toward that end of the stage, trying to see the wearer’s face.
Seductively, I peeled away the jacket of the flight attendant’s costume, and then tore off the skimpy white blouse beneath it, revealing my luscious tits encased in a push-up bra. The audience hollered with excitement, but I still couldn’t see the face of the man in front with the baseball cap. The men surrounding him all looked vaguely familiar; maybe they were the ones from Dimitri’s entourage or maybe they weren’t. I hadn’t been paying attention to them yesterday, and I just couldn’t tell.
Grinding my hips, I peeled away the short black skirt of my costume, shaking my bare ass cheeks and caressing the fabric of my thong as if masturbating. The man in the cap held up a handful of bills, and my heart fluttered with excitement.
I sauntered across the stage to the pole mounted just in front of him and wrapped my arms and legs around it, as if embracing a man. Then I twirled around it, undulating my body as if making love to the pole, and slid down to the floor of the stage right in front of him.
As he shoved the bills into my G-string, I finally got a look at his face under the cap, and my heart fell. It wasn’t Dimitri, just one of the club’s regulars. I whipped my hair around so no one could see my bitter disappointment and moved along the stage, giving everyone in the crowd a chance to paw at me while they gave me their tips. Not one of them was Dimitri and I realized last night had been the last time I would ever see him, except of course on the movie screen.
At the end of the night I walked slowly home, feeling utterly deflated and berating myself. What on earth made me think Dimitri would be at the club again? He had much better things to do with his time than go to dives just to watch me strip. He was probably out with the actress who had gotten the part, rehearsing lines together or fucking her; probably both. The most awful thing about it was just how much I wished it were me. I wasn’t just upset that I hadn’t gotten the movie role. I regretted turning him down when he offered to take me home with him that night. I could still feel tingles through my body every time I thought about the way it made me feel when he kissed me. If he could make me quiver like that with just one kiss, imagine what those lips could do to other parts of my body. It was no use wondering though. I’d blown my big chance, with the movie role and with Dimitri. I’d even thrown out the only reminder of him that I had, all those thousands of roses; all except one, which I’d kept on my nightstand. Now I wished I’d kept a lot more.
Chapter Five
When I got home the only thing I wanted was to take a hot shower. My skin felt grimy with an accumulation of body glitter, sweat, and shame. I climbed out of my clothes and stepped under the cleansing spray, letting the steaming hot water pour over my naked body like rain, purifying me and allowing my sore muscles to relax. By the time I was done, I felt better. All the hairspray, heavy make-up, and glitter were gone and I was me once more. Plain, regular Avery Phillips.
I was just tying the belt of my favorite plush terrycloth robe around my waist when I heard a knock on the front door. I figured it was probably Mrs. Jenkins from next door. The sweet little old lady was always losing her cat and knocking on everyone’s door looking for it. I don’t know why she bothered; the mangy thing always turned up again in a day or two when it got hungry. She just needed to put out a bowl of food and wait.
“He’s not here...” I said as I opened the door, but my words were cut off as I realized it wasn’t Mrs. Jenkins after all, but someone else entirely. “Dimitri! How did you know where I live?”
“I followed you home from the club last night. I know I shouldn’t have, but I felt bad for offending you and I just wanted a chance to apologize.” The charismatic actor looked fantastic in tight blue jeans, a button-down shirt, leather boots, and a custom designed brown leather jacket. His dark hair was disheveled in sexy waves and his eyes melted me at a glance. He shuffled his feet awkwardly and said, “So, did you get the roses I sent?”
Good! He should feel awkward. As much as I’d been longing to see him again, now that he was here I felt hurt and angry. Why hadn’t he been at the club tonight? Why had he thought he could pay me to fuck him and then give the role I was perfect for to someone else? I crossed my arms in front of my chest like a shield and said in a hostile tone, “Yeah, I got them. They’re in the Dumpster.”
“I see.” Dimitri swallowed hard. No doubt he was used to women falling at his feet; well, not me! No matter how badly he wanted to or how incredibly hot he was. After a long silence, Dimitri finally said, “Well, I just wanted to let you know how sorry I was for offending you yesterday. It wasn’t my intention.”
“Yeah, what was your intention? To get me to sleep with you before I found out I didn’t get the role?” I said viciously. He was an immensely talented actor, so there was no way was I going to buy into his pitiful apology.
Dmitri’s eyes grew wide. “They didn’t cast you? I was certain they would. I’m really sorry, Avery. Really.”
“I bet you are.” I wasn’t willing to give an inch in my anger, although his eyes did look incredibly sad. If I hadn’t known how talented he was, I may have bought into it.
“No, you don’t understand. This means I won’t get to see you every day and I really wanted to. I wanted to see you and….”
I never got to hear the rest of his sentence. In a sudden and unexpected move, Dimitri grabbed me, pulled me against him, and kissed me hard on the lips. I struggled against him for a moment, but his lips felt so good on mine that I surrendered myself to his embrace, opened my mouth, and let our tongues intertwine. His fingers ran through my hair, pressing me harder to him and deepening our kiss. As we clung to each other, he backed me into my apartment and the door shut behind him. God, he was an amazing kisser. I’d never felt such passion and I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting more.
With my arms lifted, my bathrobe fell open, revealing my naked body underneath. Dimitri stared down at me appreciatively, drinking me in with his eyes, and I saw pure desire burning in them.
I started to close my robe and he gently put his hand on mine, stopping me. “Wait, don’t cover yourself. You’re so beautiful. I think you have the most incredibly sexy body I’ve ever seen. From the moment I first saw you, I wanted to make love to you.”
No one had ever said something like that to me before, and I was dumbfounded. Dimitri Morrison literally had thousands of women throwing themselves at him, and he wanted me? I was pretty, but I was no fashion model. I was just a big stripper from nowhere, and yet when I saw myself reflect
ed in his eyes, I felt beautiful, desirable, and valued. He wanted me; really, truly wanted me! I wanted him too, and so I removed my hands from my robe and let it fall back open for him to see.
Dimitri smiled, and reached out with tentative fingers and caressed my left breast. The feel of his firm hand on my bare flesh made me quiver and flashes of sexual excitement raced through me like lightning. When I didn’t object, Dimitri slowly brought his lips to my body. He kissed his way down the slope of my neck and across my shoulders. All the while his firm hand cupped my breasts, fondling and squeezing them in just the right way. When his lips worked their way down to my tits, he sighed in appreciation, as if he’d never tasted anything more delicious. The way he looked at my breasts made me blush, and yet I couldn’t help liking it. It sent chills of sexual desire thrilling through my nerves and made my nipples pucker and harden with desire. Nothing, however, could have prepared me for how good it would feel to have his mouth upon them.
He worked slowly, as if wanting to make the moment last forever. Starting on the outside, he kissed my left breast in wide circles, working his way toward the center with sensual workings of his mouth while his other hand continued to cup my right breast, fondling it erotically and gently rubbing my taut nipple with his thumb. When his mouth finally reached my nipple in the center of my left breast, he didn’t kiss it like I expected him to. Instead, he licked it with long, sultry laps of his tongue. The feel of it made me moan with pleasure. Then, suddenly, he took my hardened nipple fully into his mouth and suckled it, sending huge bolts of sexual pleasure ripping through my body. My breathing became rapid, as did my pulse, and I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing his face into my breast as I moaned aloud.
Then he continued to kiss his way down my body, over my flat stomach, until he came to the triangle of my sex. I kept myself shaved for dancing at the club, and only a narrow strip of soft blond hair made a path to it. Dimitri put his lips there, lightly kissing the outer lips of my pussy, sending fresh volts of pure pleasure shooting through my body.
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