“I’m going to make you come,” Dimitri said as he spread my thighs wide and shoved his cock into my eager slot. I came nearly at once and as he thrust powerfully within me he began pinch and pull my nipples. The sensation was more pleasure than pain and I asked him to spank my ass while he plowed into me. As his open palm came down firmly on my tender buttocks, the sheer ecstasy of it brought me to orgasm yet again. The second orgasm came right on top of the first and they were basically indistinguishable from one another, forming what was more of a double orgasm that flooded my body and made me delirious with sexual rapture.
“Now which one of us was being naughty?” Dimitri teased, as the waves of my pleasure finally calmed and he rubbed my bruised ass lovingly.
“I see why you like being the naughty one. From now we’ll just have to take turns playing who gets to be the dominant and who gets to be the submissive.”
“I’ll be whatever makes you happy.”
Dimitri kissed me and snuggled me into his arms.
Feeling blissfully content and relaxed, I drifted off into a deep and restful sleep. It was first time in a long time that I had no fears or worries and my dreams were of Dimitri and how good it felt when we made love. When I awoke, it was early afternoon. I debated between putting on my shorts and blouse from this morning or getting dressed into something completely different, but then a fun thought occurred to me. If this was really my home now, I could walk around naked in the middle of the day if I wanted, and nobody could tell me not to.
Smiling mischievously, I strolled through the lavish house perfectly naked and free until I found Dimitri in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a delightful looking lunch.
“Perfect timing. Your lunch is served.”
Dimitri smiled and handed me a place filled with a gourmet sandwich and sliced tropical fruit.
“Mmm. Delicious,” I murmured, closing my eyes for emphasis.
“I agree,” Dimitri said in a sultry voice, and nibbled my neck. Before I was even half way through my sandwich he’d seduced me into wanting him again and before I knew it, he had me hoisted onto the kitchen counter and my moans of pleasure were echoing off the kitchen tile as I orgasmed noisily while he fucked me. Afterward, we took turns feeding each other the slices of mango and kiwi until I started licking the juices off his long fingers and we suddenly wanted each other again. We were like a couple of newlyweds on their honeymoon and it was absolutely glorious. I knew without a doubt that I had made the right decision in moving in with him.
That night, I fell asleep snuggled in the arms of a man I knew truly adored me and would do anything to make me happy. I just hoped I could do the same for him.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of my cell phone ringing the familiar song that designated my agent.
“Hello Carter. Let me guess, you have another audition that I’m perfect for?” I greeted him.
“Not this time kid,” Carter surprised me by saying and I could tell from his enthusiastic tone that he had big news for me. I held my breath, terrified to hear what he had to say just in case he was dashing my hopes again, and praying like always that this was the call that would change my life. For the first time, Carter didn’t disappoint. I let out a huge sigh of relief that quickly turned into squeals of joy as he said to me, “You got the part! Remember that pilot you did for a television drama series? The studio execs picked it up. They’ve ordered a full season and they want you to play one of the major female leads. You did it kid! You’re to report to the studio to sign contracts this afternoon.”
“Are you kidding me? Oh my God, Carter! We did it! We actually did it!”
“You did it, kid! I booked you the audition, but it was your talent and charisma that got you the role. Congratulations, Avery. Nobody deserves this more than you. I couldn’t be happier or prouder.”
“Thank you so much Carter. I feel like I owe you so much, I can’t thank you enough.”
“Remember that when you get my bill,” Carter said, half joking and half serious.
I hung up the phone and told Dimitri the wonderful news, as if he hadn’t just overheard everything. It really was wonderful having someone right there in bed with me to share such a special moment.
“I got it! I got the role on that television drama I told you about! I am going to be Veronica Briefs, criminal defense attorney, on the new series Legal Briefs! Oh my God, Dimitri! Am I dreaming this or is this really happening to me?”
“It’s real my darling. It’s all real.” Dimitri leaned over the top of me and gave me a congratulatory kiss. I felt like I was floating on a cloud of euphoric bliss and I pulled him closer, swallowing him whole. We were both still naked from having slept in the nude, and I could feel is erection rubbing against my bare thigh. He slid his hand between our bodies and discovered that I was already wet and massaged me there erotically, until I was begging him to enter me and satisfy my lust. He sunk his cock into my willing folds with slow sensuality as his lips kissed mine and his hands fondled my breasts as if he worshiped them. This was not fucking, this was making love and we moved in perfect rhythm with each other, our bodies undulating like waves upon the ocean. Even our breathing and passionate moans were timed together and it was as if our two bodies had become one and our souls had found their purpose for being. My orgasm was deep and powerful and lifted me up to a new plain of euphoric bliss. Our bodies never broke apart from each other with my breasts crushed against his muscular chest, my hips pressed against his hips, and our arms intertwined around each other’s bodies, hugging and clinging to each other like two people drowning in a sea of happiness.
“I love you so much,” Dimitri whispered into my neck as he kissed me there and we orgasmed together, deeply, powerfully and passionately.
“I love you too,” I moaned, looking down at our writhing bodies from above, and yet still feeling all the incredible pleasure. It was amazing and I knew that I wanted to stay in that moment forever.
Afterward, we took a shower together in the magnificent bathroom adjoined to the bedroom suite and Dimitri took me to Rodeo drive for a delicious brunch and then a shopping spree.
“You’re going to need a new dress to wear to the studio this afternoon,” he insisted.
The sales associates in the boutique treated me like a queen, and Dimitri ended up buying me an exquisite coral pink, floral-print, Chanel dress, matching Jimmy Choo shoes, and a beautiful Prada handbag. I don’t know when he did it, but Dimitri snuck over to Cartier and purchased an exquisite diamond tennis bracelet and diamond solitaire necklace that took my breath away.
“No, it’s too much. I can’t let you buy me something so extravagant,” I blushed as he closed the clasp of the necklace around my neck.
“Too late. I already bought it and it would be an insult if I returned it,” Dimitri said and I thanked him for the wonderful gift with a kiss. I must have been smiling from ear to ear and my eyes were threatening to spill tears down my cheeks if I didn’t force them back by blinking furiously. Dimitri caressed my cheek and said, “Besides, I want you to have them for good luck at your meeting this afternoon. It will make me feel like I’m there.”
“Thank you.”
I couldn’t stop staring at the glittering diamonds that now dangled on my wrist and my hand kept touching the solitaire at my chest, making sure it was still there. Never in my life had I owned anything to preciously expensive, and I knew I would die if I ever lost them. Suddenly, I looked at the time on Dimitri’s watch. “It’s almost time for the meeting. We’d better go.”
“Relax, you have plenty of time to get there, and arriving too early will make you look less confident.”
“I know, but you can never be sure what traffic will be like.”
I knew I was fussing unnecessarily, but I couldn’t stop myself. Thank goodness Dimitri was so calm and pulled together. He was the one thing keeping me from completely falling apart as the minutes ticked closer to my appointment with the studio executives and legal te
am.
When we got to the towering building that housed the television production studio’s executive offices, Dimitri parked his car and took me on a walk around the block.
“The fresh air will help calm your nerves and walking is a good way to promote breathing and stretch the limbs,” Dimitri said wisely and once again I was thankful to have him by my side. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go in with you? I’m happy to help.”
“Thank you, but I don’t want it to look like I need my boyfriend to take care of me. I need everyone to know I’m capable and independent.”
“Okay, but at least let me give you one last gift,” Dimitri said as we approached an outdoor café where a gentleman in an expensive suit was drinking a cappuccino. The man stood and shook hands with Dimitri. Then he extended his hand in greeting to me, while Dimitri said, “I’d like to introduce you to Tom Mickleson. He’s an entertainment lawyer who’s been handling my contracts and negotiations for years. He has my full trust, and I’d like to provide his services for you, if you’ll let me.”
Tom shook my hand heartily and said warmly, “I’m pleased to meet you Miss Phillips and it would be an honor to represent you today. I’ve worked with this studio before, and while they’re good people and will be good employers, it’s naturally in their best interest to try and give themselves the better end of any deal. I’ll protect your interests and make sure you don’t screwed over by loop holes, tricky wording, or by simply not knowing what questions to ask.”
“Thank you Mr. Mickleson. That would be great.”
I hadn’t realized how stressed and worried I was until the burden of fear was suddenly lifted from my shoulders at that moment. I turned to Dimitri and kissed him as my way of saying thanks.
“I’ll be waiting for you when you get out.”
Dimitri waved goodbye to me as I strode into the studio building wearing my new clothes and armed with his lawyer at my side.
The studio executives all shook my hand and greeted me warmly, as did their lawyers, witnesses, and the notary. I was offered a comfortable padded chair to sit in and the secretary brought me a Pellegrino. Then we set to the business of going over the contract. It looked great to me and I was ready to sign every page without hesitation. Luckily, Tom Mickleson was a little more cautious and wise.
“This exclusivity clause is quite strict. Miss Phillips is probably willing to agree not to take on any other television projects, but she may want the right to act in commercial endorsements, web shows, or even movies.” Tom set his hand gently over mine in a halting gesture seconds before I scrawled my signature.
“The studio is willing to negotiate that point.” One of the lawyers for the studio said, and the two men haggled on behalf of their respective clients while I stared, feeling lost and grateful for his help. When he was done, he took me aside and explained that I now had the right to act in some projects but not others, thanks to the studio’s exclusivity clause. He whispered to me, “I think it’s a fair arrangement and as your attorney I recommend signing it, but if you disagree, I work for you and will negotiate fully on your behalf.”
“I trust your opinion Tom. Thank you.”
I took a deep breath and signed my name on the line below. I was about to keep signing, when the next section of the contract made me pause. Whispering to Tom, I asked, “What is "most-favored nations"? Does that mean we’ll be filming in other countries?”
“Not at all. It refers to certain actors getting preferential treatment; the most favored gets a nicer dressing room, higher salary, top billing in the credits, and so on. This states that you are receiving most favored nation treatment.”
“Wow,” I whispered under my breath. I’d never dreamed such a thing could possibly happen to me. The next part of the contract really got complicated and confusing. It talked about my salary, how long I was obligated to work on the show if they renewed it for multiple seasons, what kind of perks I’d get and what would happen if I could no longer act on the show for any reason. The details got really specific and complicated and I realized I would have been in way over my head if it hadn’t been for Tom. He questioned and haggled nearly every point, negotiating on my behalf and making me feel safe and secure. By the time he was finished and I signed my name on the final lines of the contract, I was stunned and shaking at the knowledge that I would be receiving more money per episode than I usually made in a year, and that didn’t even include all the perks I’d been guaranteed, like getting to keep my wardrobe, airline tickets to visit my family, and five percent of all merchandizing containing my image. I was physically trembling as I put my pen to the paper and scrawled my signature. The moment I had finished I heard the sound champagne corks exploding all around me, and everyone in the room drank a toast to Veronica Briefs and the shows staring actress. I felt like I was on top of the word. It wasn’t until my phone chimed and I saw Dimitri was texting me that I remembered he was waiting for me.
His text read:
Congratulations! Meet me downstairs and we’ll celebrate.
I realized Tom must have texted him the good news that we were finished. It made me feel guilty and a little selfish that I had forgotten about him, but then again, why shouldn’t I revel in my moment in the sun? I had worked my ass off these past two years, striving for this moment and now that it was finally here I shouldn’t feel obligated to anyone else or guilty for enjoying my success. I should be enjoying this time in my life, and I was determined to; and nothing and nobody was going to stand in my way.
Chapter Six
My life became blissfully busy after that. I woke up early every morning and met my personal trainer at the gym for circuit training and cardio. After that I alternated between yoga, massage, and beauty spa treatments. My blonde hair had been cut and styled with flattering layers that framed my face and made me look chic and sophisticated. My nails were filed down to an elegant length and given French tips, instead of the long acrylics painted bright colors had been used to during my stripper days. After a healthy breakfast of egg whites, cottage cheese and fruit, I was off to the studio for page readings, rehearsals, stage blocking, and finally the actual filming. Most evenings I went to bed early, feeling happy and utterly exhausted. Dimitri and I would make passionate love and then I fall into a deep and dreamless sleep. It was an amazing feeling to have my waking hours be a fulfillment of my dreams, and my sleeping hours be content and peaceful.
There was a big build-up of publicity by the network before the show premiered and I went on a whirlwind of interviews, appearing on every talk show across the country they could get me booked on. At first it was glamour and exciting, but I quickly discovered the interview questions were all the same and it was up to me to make my answers always sound fresh and exciting, like I hadn’t told that same story a hundred times before. I was a good actress, however, and pulled it off flawlessly. Through it all, I never really got bored or restless. This was my dream come true to be the celebrity guest on talk shows and I was loving every minute of it. My face appeared on the cover of countless magazines, and my mother was creating a scrapbook of all of them to show off to all her friends.
On the night of shows big premier, I was expected to attend a big party at the studio.
“I can’t go. I feel sick,” I said to Dimitri as he adjusted the bowtie of his tuxedo in front of our bedroom mirror.
“It’s just butterflies in your stomach. Everyone gets them during a premiere. You’ll be fine and the world is going to love you. So let’s just go and have fun.”
“This isn’t butterflies. It’s more like pterodactyls. I’m going to throw up all over my new Giorgio Armani dress.”
“No you won’t. Come here.”
Dimitri chuckled gently and beckoned for me to approach him. He encircled me in his loving arms and kissed me. His lips were tender and gentle at first, but quickly became insistent and hungry. I felt my tense muscles relax as I gave myself over to the power of kiss, and as his passion ignited a fire of desire
in my body, all my worries slipped from my mind.
“There. Now isn’t that better?” Dimitri asked and I moaned pleasurably in response. He was kissing his way down my shoulders and moved around behind me to my bare back of my halter cut beaded black gown. As his lips kissed their way down my spine, he said, “You’re so damn sexy, I could kiss this gorgeous body all night. You’ve come a long way since our first date together, when I took you to the studio party for my last film. Back then, you were just a starry-eyed girl tagging along with me and hoping to make something of yourself and now you’re the star and I’m the one tagging along with you as your guest. I’m so proud of you. The only thing that hasn’t changed between the woman you are now and the girl you were that night is how incredibly damn beautiful and sexy you are. I want you as much tonight as I did then, perhaps even more.”
He was kneeling on the ground behind me now, kissing the base of my spine where my backless dress scooped just above my buttocks. He lifted the hem of my beaded gown and kissed my legs from my feet all the way up to my thighs. When his lips kissed my pussy through my silk panties, I moaned with pleasure and told him to peel them off my body. Then I spread my legs wide and allowed him to make love to me with his tongue as I stood clutching the bedpost. As his lips suckled my pussy and intense pleasure flooded through me, I realized he was right. Tonight was my night and I should revel in the joy of it just in case my five minutes in the sun never came again. I released all my worries and fears into the universe and gave myself over to the pleasures of my orgasm. The fabulous tingles stayed with me all night and made me feel sexy and alive.
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