STRIPPED LOVE #5
BOOK 5
By Alycia Taylor
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Chapter One
I took a taxi-cab from the restaurant, relieved to have a driver who didn’t try to pester me with conversation, but allowed me to sit quietly brooding. I had been so excited to meet the famous Marianne Morrison. I had idolized her since childhood and had practically memorized all her movies line for line. When I was a little girl and my sisters and I would play dress-up, I loved to pretend that I was her giving her famous Oscar acceptance speech: the one where she proudly thanked her husband and son for their unconditional love and undying support. I had never imagined in my wildest dreams that one day I would be the girlfriend of that famous son, and or that my idol would tear me to pieces and tell me I wasn’t good enough for him.
The thing that hurt the most was that I knew she was right. Someone as talented, handsome, famous, and powerful shouldn’t be with some cheap stripper working in a dive bar and barely able to afford her own rent. I’d been working my ass off in Hollywood for two years trying to be an actress and although I’d gotten a role in a national commercial, so far the only thing I was famous for was being his girlfriend. Just like I was affected by his reputation, there could be no doubt that he would be affected by mine. I’d seen the tabloids and heard what the media said about me on television and the web. I wasn’t blind or deaf and neither was he. So why hadn’t he broken up with me? The answer was clear; it was because he was in love with me. As much as that lifted my heart, it also made my stomach fall. That meant it would be up to me to do the right thing for him. His mother was right, it was my responsibility to leave him so that his career wouldn’t be ruined and he could live the life he was meant to. I’d made up my mind. As much as it hurt me to do it, the next I saw him I was going to tell Dimitri Morrison that it was over between us.
However that time was sooner than I could have imagined. As the cab driver pulled up front of my apartment building I saw Dimitri sitting on the front step with a pink box in his hands.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him, shocked that he wasn’t at the restaurant with his mother where I had left him.
“You forgot your desert and I know how much you love cheesecake, so I rushed right over here.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I said, taking the box with the rich desert inside and caressing his face with my hand. I was going to miss that handsome face more than words could say, but I had to do it for him.
Dimitri clasped his strong hand over my slender one, pressing it to his cheek. He closed his eyes and sighed, as if treasuring the feel of me. When he opened them, he stared into my eyes with a penetrating gaze that peered right into my soul. He said, “I know what happened. This isn’t the first time I’ve left a date alone with my mother for a few minutes to go to the restroom and came back to find the girl gone. I know you don’t have a stomachache or food poisoning. Whatever my mother said to you, forget it. She’s a tyrannical bitch with a superiority complex and no one will ever be good enough for her only son. Fuck her. Now what do you say we take this cheesecake inside and eat it in bed?” He took the pink box back from my hands, opened the top and inhaled deeply of the sweet aroma.
At first I was surprised that he had guessed what had happened, but then I realized I shouldn’t have been. He knew his mother better than anyone, and apparently he knew me better than I thought too. Smiling widely, I snatched the box back from him and ran up the stairs, calling back to him, “Catch me if you can before I eat it all!”
Back in my room we made passionate love on my tiny twin-sized bed, and then took turns spoon-feeding the decadent cheesecake to each other. He even gave me the last bite.
“Feeling better?” he asked me, licking the spoon clean and giving me that charming grin that I could never resist.
“Much better.”
I smiled contentedly and kissed his lips. My fingers caressed his chest as we cuddled together and I said softy, “I’m sorry I bailed on you and your mother at the restaurant. She’s just so intense; it was intimidating. How did you end up being so friendly, fun-loving, and free with a mother like that?”
“Well, believe it or not, she’s not always like that. She can be incredibly warm, loving, and generous to the people she feels close to. Unfortunately, she’s just not very good at letting anybody get that close. It’s easy to become that way when you’re a celebrity. People are always after your money or trying to use you to become famous. When you get burned enough, you become cautious and like a mama bear protecting her cub, she’s particularly wary of people she’s thinks are out to harm me.”
“I got a taste of that tonight,” I said with chagrin, inspiring Dimitri to kiss me again. His lips enveloped my bare nipples, caressing them with his tongue, and suckling them gently before releasing them slowly. I arched my back into his touch and ran my fingers through his dark wavy hair. “Whatever happened to her? You didn’t abandon her at the restaurant did you?”
“No, she’s sitting outside in my car. I’d better go check on her,” Dimitri said and moved to get out of bed.
“What?” I was shocked and horrified, but then Dimitri laughed merrily and enveloped me in his arms again, kissing my neck.
“I’m just kidding.”
He chuckled and I slapped at him playfully.
“No, she and I had a short but meaningful talk at the restaurant after you left. I made it clear to her that I’m going to date whoever I want and she doesn’t have the right to drive that person away. I told her if she interferes with our relationship again that she and I are through. I’ll cut her out of my life for good.”
“You’d do that for me?” I was overwhelmed with emotion. I knew how much family meant to Dimitri. He and I had many long talks about his childhood and the time he spent going to sets with his mother and how much he adored her. To know that he valued my love enough to cast her out of his life was a deeper compliment than anything else ever could be and I felt tears stinging my eyes.
“Of course I would. I love you and I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
His lips closed over mine and I felt his insistent tongue probing for mine. My hand reached between us and I found him already hard again after just having made love.
I kissed my way down his body and took his cock into my mouth, slurping and sucking him there until he was clutching at my bed frame and groaning with pleasure. Then I fondled my breasts suggestively and said, “If you love me, fuck me hard enough to prove it. Fuck me just as hard as you love me and then I’ll know it’s true.”
Dimitri flipped me over on the bed, pinning my arms to my side with his powerful hands and leaning against my body with all his brute strength. I struggled beneath him playfully, but he had me thoroughly pinned and I was helpless to escape. My vulnerability excited me and made me want him all the more. Keeping me pinned with just one hand, he forced my thighs apart with the other. I was already well lubricated with desire and he entered me easily, plunging his cock into me like a ramrod and forcing the air from my lungs.
As I gasped and moaned with pleasure at the power of his thrusting, he gripped my legs under the knee and bent them upward, pressing my thighs towards my body and forcing my knees towards my shoulders, folding my legs upward as high as they would go. The change of angle affected the friction of our bodies and increased t
he pleasure I felt as his cock continued to pound into my pussy.
“Fuck me as hard as you love me!” I gasped, as I could hardly breathe beyond the moans of my pleasure. An orgasm was ripping through my body as his cock jack-hammered into me.
He could feel the muscles of my body spasm and ripple as I climaxed and it drove him to dizzying heights of rapture as he climaxed with me. Then, with a few final pumps of his cock, he collapsed on top of me in a pile of sweaty limbs, and we just held each other close, panting and smiling with pure contentment.
“I love you,” he whispered as he kissed my hair on my sweaty forehead.
“I love you too,” I murmured back and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning we slept in together and then made love in the shower. As I was toweling my hair dry, Shawnee started screaming from the living room. I wondered if maybe Dimitri had startled her, but he was sitting on the bed, putting on his shirt and I wondered what could be making her shout.
“Avery! Come out here quick! Hurry!”
She was practically screeching and I walked out in the living room dressed in a bathrobe with my wet hair wrapped up in a towel to see her pointing at the television. It was me in the ad for Star Cologne for men. My first speaking role staring in a national commercial for the entire world to see! I was so excited, I started to scream too as Shawnee hugged me and we jumped up and down with joy.
Dimitri came out of the bedroom, grinning with pride and chuckling with amusement over our jubilant reaction. He pulled me into his arms and said, “This deserves a celebratory brunch.”
He invited Shawnee to join us too, but she declined, claiming she had plans with her boyfriend Mike, but I suspected she just didn’t want to be a third wheel.
Brunch was fun as we dined el fresco at one of the city’s finest restaurants, sipping mimosas and eating omelets made with imported cheese and mushrooms. Dimitri pointed at some workers in the distance putting up a new sign on a billboard, and I saw that was a picture of me in the Star Cologne ad
By the time we finished eating, my picture was everywhere: on busses, billboards, and in magazines and on televisions. It felt every bit as good as I had imagined it would be and I reveled in it. Dimitri happily stood by my side, supporting me during my debut, and whenever paparazzi or fans stopped us in the streets he directed all the praise and attention towards me. It was magical and I loved it.
By the time I got to the BBW club for my shift that night, the girls had all seen my commercial and enjoyed teasing me about it good naturedly.
“So I guess we won’t be seeing you around here too much longer,” Candy said sadly as she gave me a congratulatory hug. “How many job offers have you had since the ad came out?”
“None yet, but it just came out today,” I said, feeling hopeful and excited that Candy may be right. Working at the BBW Club allowed me to pay my bills, but it had never been my dream career. I had always hoped it would be a lot more temporary than it turned out to be. Now that I’d finally gotten my big break, I was looking forward to saying goodbye to my dancing career and being able to survive solely as an actress. That’s when my phone chimed indicating that I had a text.
“Oooh! There’s your big job offer now!” Everyone giggled good-naturedly.
I clicked on the text and my stomach dropped with disappointment. It was from an unfamiliar phone number and said simply, “I hope brunch today was worth incurring my anger. Stop seeing my son or your commercial with him will be the last acting job you ever have. MM.”
I knew at once that MM was Marianne Morrison. I deleted the message quickly before anyone could see it, and laughed it off like it was just a text from a fan. Luckily I was good enough actress than no one suspected how upset I was, and that was the way I intended to keep it. No one must know that Marianne was attempted to intimidate me into breaking up with her son, especially Dimitri.
Chapter Two
“I have great news!” Dimitri said to me over the phone one evening. I was standing in the back alley behind the BBW club taking my shift break and it made me feel good to hear his voice. It had been several weeks since the commercial had aired and I still hadn’t gotten a single job offer. The entire world new that Dimitri and I were an official couple now and the media had tons of pictures of us eating at restaurants, dancing at clubs, and walking around the city together hand in hand, and even kissing. One particularly determined photographer even managed to get a shot of us making love through the bedroom window of Dimitri’s house, but that was the one and only time we failed to remember to close the curtains.
“What good news?” I asked, in response to his enthusiastic statement.
“The picture has wrapped! The director just announced that we’re done filming and all the rest of the work is up to the editors now. Let’s fly away together someplace exotic to celebrate! I’ll take you anywhere you want to go: Paris, the Bahamas, Australia! You name the place and I’ll book a jet to fly us out tonight.”
It sounded wonderful and my blood was rushing through my head, but my excitement screeched to a halt when Jay stuck his head out of the back door of the club and shouted, “Break’s over! You’re up next so get your ass in here.”
Speaking into the phone, I said to Dimitri, “I’d love to go on a vacation around the world with you, but I can’t. I’ve got to work and I really can’t afford to take any time off right now. Shawnee’s car broke down and she spent her half of the rent getting it fixed, so it’s all up to me.”
“I already told you I’d help you with things like that anytime you need it,” Dimitri said. “Why won’t you let me?”
I sighed with exasperation over the same tired fight we’d already had before.
“You know I don’t want to be taken care of by a man in that way. I need to know that I can support myself and make it on my own. I do have three days off in a row after the weekend. What do you say we take a mini getaway to a beach in Mexico together?”
“If that’s all you can give me, then that’s what I’ll take,” Dimitri said, sounding happy and grateful. I knew that the minute I hung up the phone he’d be on the line making hotel reservations and booking us a flight to someplace tropical and exotic.
My shifts at the BBW were becoming brutal and exhausting. I had gained fame as a stripper for being the sexy commercial actress who was dating Dimitri Morrison, but it wasn’t the kind of fame I wanted. Drunk and lurid men lined up for hours to come into the club and watch me strip. The increased business was great for the club and I knew all the other dancers appreciated the extra tips, but it put a lot of pressure on me to spend extra time on stage when I really didn’t want to.
It broke my heart that my commercial debut hadn’t resulted in any more job offers as an actress, and I knew Dimitri’s mother was the cause. Every few days she would send me a little text reminding me that all I had to do was break up with her son and my life would turn completely around. It pissed me off that she was ignoring the fact that I made him happy and was judging purely by external factors. The ironic part was if she would just quit interfering, I probably wouldn’t be a stripper anymore because I probably would have gotten a job as an actress and be able to quit the BBW Club. It was something I’d never know for sure, however, since I refused to trade away my love for Dimitri just for a successful career, and she refused to give in and just let us be happy.
Sunday, I rushed back to my apartment the second my shift was done and began packing for my trip. Dimitri had booked us a flight to leave for Cabo San Lucas in Mexico late Sunday night and I didn’t have to be back to work until Thursday night, giving us three full days and nights of vacation together and I was looking forward to enjoying every minute of it.
“I’m so jealous!” Shawnee said to me as she helped me pack, but I could tell from the sound of her voice that she was really happy for me. “Take lots of pictures so I can see what your five-star resort overlooking the white sandy beaches looks like.”
“I don’t know th
at we’ll be spending a lot time taking pictures, but I’ll try,” I teased. “Besides, I know you won’t be too lonely for me with Mike sleeping over every night.”
“He might as well; with you sleeping over at Dimitri’s all the time. You might as well move in there with him girl, and let Mike move in with me.”
I knew she was joking, but I wondered if a part of her was being serious. She and Mike had gotten quite close in their relationship; maybe she did want to start living just with him and not with me. And Dimitri had offered to let me move in with him, but that felt too much like being a kept woman and that just wasn’t me. I didn’t want to give up my independence or dignity by letting him provide for me when I was contributing practically nothing in return.
“Don’t forget your suntan lotion, or your toothbrush.” Shawnee said to me and I realized with a start that I’d forgotten to pack any toiletries. I dug my vanity case out from the back of my closet and hurried into our small and cluttered bathroom. As quickly as I could, I started shoving everything I thought I might need into the case: lip gloss, aspirin, dental floss, mascara, hair conditioner, mouth wash! Holy shit, there was so much I might need and only so much space to put it in! I knew Shawnee was laughing at me from the bedroom, but I just didn’t care. This was my first trip out of town with Dimitri and I wanted it to be perfect.
My phone chimed from the bedroom and one glance at the clock told me it was probably Dimitri texting me that he was on his way to pick me up. I called down the narrow hall to Shawnee, saying, “Can you get that? Just tell Dimitri I’m almost ready!”
“You want me to lie to your boyfriend. You’re not the least bit ready to go, girl!” Shawnee teased me with a giggle.
“I will be by the time he gets here.” I insisted and tried unsuccessfully to close my vanity case. I realized with an exasperated sigh that some of the bottles were too tall and everything would have to be rearranged. I finally got it shut and the clasps locked tight and looked up to see Shawnee standing right in front of me, blocking my exit from the bathroom door.
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