He turned me around and lifted me up into the air, so that my legs wrapped around his waist, and plunged into me again with a fresh erection. He carried me to the wall of the bridge we were parked under and pressed my back against the cool bricks, using it to help keep me leveraged in the air and he held me by the hips and I clung to his chest with my arms.
“Fuck me harder, make me come on your cock,” I moaned aloud, delirious with rapture as he plowed into me and I climaxed again. The more furiously he fucked me, the more powerful my orgasm seemed to be. We clung to each other as he fucked me against the wall of the bridge and we climaxed as one, gasping and moaning as we cried out our love for each other.
“I love you so much. I don’t know why it took me so long to see it,” Dimitri breathed.
“I love you too. I want to be with you forever.”
“We will be. I’m never going to do anything to lose you ever again,” Dimitri vowed and at last the intense waves of our pleasure began to ebb.
Chapter Three
We were both still smiling as Dimitri’s car pulled up front of my apartment building.
“Are you sure I can’t convince you to come with me to my place now?” he asked, and I shook my head solemnly.
“I can’t abandon Shawnee like that,” I said, despite the fact that was exactly what she had done to me earlier that day at the studio.
“All right. Tonight then, as soon as I finish working with Pete at the studio, I’ll swing by here and pick you up for dinner to celebrate your first commercial shoot. It will be our first date as a committed couple.”
“I’ll be ready.”
I smiled and gave him a sultry kiss goodbye. I was still grinning like a kid with a crush when I walked into my apartment door and ran smack into Shawnee making out with the hunk from Kraft Services.
“Sorry!” I gasped, as I stumbled back away from the blushing couple.
“Avery, I’d like you to meet Mike Griffin. He’s studying to be a chef,” Shawnee giggled and it was obvious they had been cooking up something pretty hot before I interrupted.
“Glad to meet you.”
I shook his hand awkwardly, and his eyes lit up with recognition.
“You’re the Star Cologne girl! You were great at the studio today; it sure as hell made me want to go out and buy some.”
“Thanks,” I blushed. I guessed that was the kind of thing I was going to have to get used to hear after the commercial was released and started playing across the country. It was going to be a weird adjustment, but I had a feeling I was going to really like it.
Shawnee grabbed Mike and started pulling him towards the door with a playful sparkle in her eyes. “Come on, let’s get out of here. Mike was going to take me dancing. Want to come along?”
“No thanks. I’ve got plans with Dimitri tonight. I thought you and I could hang out together for a little while until then, have a little girl time.”
“Normally I’d love that, but I already promised Mike. Sorry. Maybe next time,” Shawnee said, but she didn’t look the least bit disappointed, she looked happy and horny.
“That’s all right. You have fun, I’ll be fine here until Dimitri comes,” I smiled and waved them out the door. As they left in Shawnee’s Mustang, I pouted that Shawnee hadn’t even seemed surprised that I had gotten back together with Dimitri. I’d been certain she’d want to hear all the details about it, but I guess finding a new boyfriend took precedence over my on-again/off-again love life.
I jumped in the shower and washed away the pounds of hair spray and makeup that Sabrina had covered me with. If felt so good to be rid of it all and I felt happy and free. Afterward, I sat on the couch dressed in only a towel and tried watching television for a while, but there was nothing on. Feeling bored and lonely, I picked up the phone and dialed the old familiar area code for Utah. Hearing the familiar voices of my sisters always cheered me up, and I knew they’d be excited to hear I was staring in a commercial and dating a famous movie star.
My younger sister Ariel picked up the line, and tears sprang to my eyes at the sound of her voice.
“Avery! It’s so good to hear from you! How are you?”
“I’m really good. Things are finally going my way out here in California,” I told her, eager to hear her reaction when I spilled my big news.
“That’s so great, but I’m afraid I don’t have time to talk. I’m late for swim practice.”
“You’re doing swimming now?” I asked, completely surprised. “When did you start doing that?”
“I don’t know. A few months ago. Want me to get someone else to pick up the phone?”
I tried not to let it hurt my feelings that she was too busy to talk to me, but it was hard. Still, I had to remind myself that I was her age once and felt just as annoyed to talk about myself to anyone. Forcing a smile into my voice, I said “Sure, put someone else on the line and good luck at swimming today. Make them eat your wake!”
“What?” Ariel didn’t get my swimming reference like I had hoped she would and I realized that I had become the lame older sister who was out of touch with what was cool. My mood quickly brightened when my older sister Angela picked up the line.
“Avery! How’s California treating you?” Angela said in her perky voice, and I immediately smiled. Excitedly, I told her all about my recent string of good luck and held my breath, waiting for her jubilant reaction.
“That’s so great. I’m really happy for you,” Angela said, but there was an unspoken hesitation in her voice. Then she said the words that were on her mind, “So, now that you’ve gotten acting out of your system, you can take the money you earned from the commercial and go to college.”
“Are you kidding?”
I was utterly aghast. Leave it to miss college to think my career was a waste of time and that going to school was the only thing worthwhile. “This commercial is the big break I’ve been waiting for. My acting career is just beginning!”
“You’ve been out there for two whole years and this is the first real paying acting job you’ve gotten. After two years of going to community college, you’d already have an Associate’s degree.”
“Yeah, and what good would that do me?”
I was furious with her now. “Then I could transfer to a university and go to school for another two damn years to get a Bachelor’s degree? No thank you. College may be for you, but it’s not for me!”
“And what is for you?” Angela asked me coldly. “Living in a crappy apartment, struggling to be an actress, and working as a stripper every night?”
I sucked in a huge breath of air. I didn’t realize my family had found out what I did to pay the bills. I had told them I worked in a bar, but I had thought they would think I was a waitress, not a dancer. Trying to regain my composure, I whispered, “You knew I work at the BBW Club?”
“Yeah. Did you think I was smart enough to graduate college, but too stupid to figure out my baby sister was a stripper?”
“How did you find out?”
“I got a job offer out there when the word got out I was graduating Valor Victorian. The company flew me out for an interview and to try and seduce me into accepting their offer with a five star hotel and fancy restaurants. I thought it would be fun to surprise you while I was out there, so I never told you I was coming. When you weren’t at your address a neighbor lady with a cat told me where you worked. I took a cab there and saw you up on the stage, practically naked and letting all those drunken men stuff dollar bills down your underwear. I was so humiliated for you that I just turned around and left.”
“Do mom and dad know?” I asked with a choked throat. It would break their hearts if they knew and they might never speak to me again.
To my relief, Angela said solemnly, “No, I didn’t have the heart to say anything to them. You need to get out of there Avery and come back home where you belong. We’re your family. We’ll take care of you. I turned down the job in the LA and I took one at a firm in Salt Lake City, so I can be
close to everybody. Amanda’s got kids of her own. You’re missing out on everything.”
Her words reminded me that I was like a complete stranger to Ariel now. I didn’t even know that she had taken up swimming, and the little ones wouldn’t even know me anymore. It tore at my heart and I let the tears fall from my eyes. I was just about to speak and tell her that she was right when my phone beeped with an incoming call.
“Hold on, I’ve got another call coming in. Let me put them on hold,” I said with a strained voice. I pushed the buttons on my cell phone and saw I had an incoming text. It was from Dimitri.
Check out the dailies. Pete will send the film to the editor tomorrow and by next week the whole country will think of you when they hear the word Star! I love you. See you in one hour!
A video was attached to the email and when I clicked on it, I saw the footage of me in the glamorous dress with my hair flowing in the breeze. My smoky eyes stared at Dimitri and said the lines with perfection, making the pulse of every person who heard me speed up with desire. The camera was close in on my face and the lighting made me glow like an angel. It was surreal to see myself looking so fantastic, like a dream come true, and instantly all my doubts about movie to Hollywood and becoming a star were washed away. Fuck Angela and anyone else who ever doubted me. I had done it and soon all the world would know it too! Even more than that, I had the love of a man who I loved in return. We had everything a young couple could ever ask for, and there was no way I was throwing it all away just because I had endured a shameful past to get to where I was.
Smiling triumphantly, I clicked my phone back over to Angela and said firmly, “I appreciate your concern, and I love you too; but I’m finally achieving my dreams here and there is no way I can give up now. This commercial is my big break. Just wait until it comes out and you’ll see. I’ll make you all proud of me.”
“You already do,” Angela said softly and fresh tears stung my eyes. I didn’t realize how much I had been longing to hear that from someone in family until that moment.
“Tell Mom and Dad I love them and tell everyone else I send a big hug from California.”
“I will,” Angela said, and then just before I hung up the line she said, “Just be careful. If your star really is on the rise, other people might be looking to try and bring you down. It was really easy for me to find out about your other career and it will be for them too.”
Her words sent a chill down my spine. It was something I had never considered. We said goodbye to each other and then the line went dead. Shivering, I looked at the clock and realized Dimitri would arrive to pick me up in less than an hour. “Shit! I’ve got to hurry!”
Luckily, I had already showered so all I had left to do was pick out something to wear and do my hair and makeup again. Unfortunately, everything in my closet looked like it belonged to a stripper. Everything I owned was low-cut, cheap and tawdry; which was fine for going to the club or a bar, but terrible when your date was taking you to an elegant restaurant.
Suddenly I remembered that Shawnee had gone to her sister’s wedding not too long ago. Quickly, I ran into her room and rummaged through her closet. Her clothes were just as trampy as mine, but then hidden in the back I found my salvation. It was a gorgeous pastel pink silk dress with a flowing skirt, ruched bodice, and sexy off the shoulder design. I put it on and it fit me to perfection, flattering my curves and minimizing my flaws. I’d never felt more feminine, like a flower floating on the wind.
Running into the bathroom, I blow-dried my hair and left it loose, flowing softly to my shoulders. Then I did my makeup using the subtle methods Shari had taught me at her salon, and not the bold movie-camera methods Sabrina had employed. I added a pair of silver high heels, a thick silver rope necklace, a matching silver rope bracelet, and silver dangle earrings to complete the outfit. My favorite silver clutch handbag and my one good faux fur wrap completed the look, making me appear sophisticated, ladylike, and enchanting.
“Wow! You get sexier and more beautiful every time I see you,” Dimitri flattered me excessively and I slapped at him playfully before giving him a welcoming kiss. He was still wearing the navy-blue Dolce and Gabbana suit he had worn at the shoot, but it looked like he’d changed into a fresh shirt and tie. The film makeup had been washed from his face, and a faint amount of five o’ clock shadow made his face rough to the touch when I caressed him with my hand, but I liked it.
“Shall we go?” he asked and escorted me to a black limousine that was waiting outside.
“Where’s the Ferrari?” I asked with surprise.
“I left it at home. Tonight, you deserve only the best. We’ll go the finest restaurant, drink the best wine, and afterward go dancing at the most popular clubs. How do like the sound of that?”
“As long as I’m with you, anything sounds wonderful.”
“Oh, well in that case we could cancel the reservations and to go the Taco Pit.” Dimitri flashed his boyish grin as he teased me and I shot him a playful glare that told him I would kill him if he tried. Holding up his hands in mock surrender, he laughed and said, “Okay, we’ll stick with plan A.”
“Dimitri! How the hell are you?” A familiar voice shouted out from across the restaurant as the maître’d was showing us to our table. We turned to see a table full of some of the most popular actors and actresses of our generation. It was literally a who’s-who of Hollywood and I thought I would die! The star-struck kid in me wanted to ask them all for autographs, but the professional actress in me knew I had to play it cool if I wanted to be accepted as one of them, so I remembered Dimitri’s advice from the night of the studio party and played the role of being a star. It worked and nobody looked at me like I didn’t belong.
“Everyone, I’d like you to meet my date Avery Phillips,” Dimitri introduced me to everyone at the table. I was glad to be upgraded from friend to date, but disappointed not to be referred to as his girlfriend. Still, it was a huge improvement and I didn’t want to ruin this wonderful night together by being petty. I just hoped date didn’t sound too much like prostitute. Everyone at the table gave me a friendly smile or greeting without looking scandalized, so I figured date must translate closer to girlfriend than hooker and decided to let it go.
“What brings you two here tonight?” one of the actors asked congenially. It was Ethan Roves, Dimitri’s actor friend whom he had tried to share me with at the studio party. I felt the color rise in my cheeks, wondering if he would let on that he remembered that shameful night, but no one acted like it had ever happened and I realized the incident was old water under the bridge and I should forget it too.
Dimitri put his arm around my waist with a proud grin and said, “We just finished working with Pete on a commercial together for my new cologne.”
“Well that calls for a celebration. Please join us. We can all compare war stories of working for good old Pete,” Ethan called out and signaled for a waiter. “Set up a table for two right against mine. Our friends will be joining us for dinner and make sure to add it to my bill.”
“Of course, sir,” the waiter said, and within moments Dimitri and I were seated at a table filled with some of my favorite dramatic actors and actresses. It was a dream come true, and I felt my heart soaring up to the clouds.
Looking right at me, one of the actors said from across the table, “So tell us, Avery; is Pete still a nit-picking asshole?”
I felt everyone’s eyes staring at me and I didn’t know what to say. I could feel my throat tighten and took a long swallow of my wine while I tried to compose my thoughts. Dimitri saw my discomfort and said to me, “Tell them about his endless changes in lighting. We must have done a dozen takes as he made some poor light tech move a lamp one inch at a time.”
The table laughed and Dimitri nodded at me to pick up the story. Awkwardly at first I told the tale and as everyone smiled and eventually laughed along with me, I loosened up and got freer with my story. Soon I was doing an impersonation of Pete that had everyone literal
ly slapping the table with laughter.
“That’s fucking Pete all right! Listen you two, we’re about to get out of here and go dancing down at Club Chrome. Why don’t you join us?” Ethan offered as the waiter cleared away our empty plates.
Dimitri looked at me and said, “What do you think, darling? It’s your choice tonight?”
“It sounds great!” I beamed and everyone at the table sounded happy we had agreed to join them.
Club Chrome was the hotspot for the Hollywood elite. A line of young partiers hoping to get in was lined up around the block and they all screamed and shouted out Dimitri’s name as we passed by. Many of them took out their cell phones and snapped pictures of him. We strolled right past the line and the bouncer watching the door let us in immediately.
Once inside, it took my eyes a minute to adjust to the dark lights, pulsing strobes, and blaring music. The place was packed with sweating, grinding bodies and everyone was laughing, dancing, flirting, and drinking. At a table in the corner we saw Dimitri’s friends from the restaurant and they waved us over.
“Hey, want a bump?”
I saw with shock that they were snorting lines of cocaine. I clutched Dimitri’s arm, wondering if he would say yes, and terrified that he would then expect me to. I was no angel; I’d slept with plenty of guys, I’d danced naked on a stage for money, and I’d even stolen liquor from a convenience store once…but I drew the line at doing drugs. I’d seen far too many people ruin their lives by becoming addicted or even losing their lives all together.
Dimitri held up his hand and said, “No thanks. I promised Avery we’d go dancing.”
“Thanks so much for turning them down,” I said gratefully as Dimitri led me out onto the dance floor.
“I don’t do that shit. I tried it a couple of times and thankfully I couldn’t develop a taste for it. I hoped you didn’t want to and I’m glad to know you don’t.”
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