Stripped Love #4 (BBW Alpha Male Romance)

STRIPPED
LOVE #4

BOOK
4

By
Alycia Taylor

Copyright
2015. All rights reserved.

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Chapter
One

For the next week my life was a rollercoaster of
emotions. One moment I’d be seething with rage, stomping around the apartment
as I ranted and raved about how pissed off I was at Dimitri, his slutty costar,
life in general, and most of all myself. The next minute I’d be curled up in
bed in the fetal position, sobbing with all the bitter pain of my broken heart.
Some days I was so depressed I could hardly get out of bed, but by night I was
practically manic as I tried to prove that life hadn’t gotten me down and I
could party all night.

Throughout all my ups and downs of emotional highs and
lows, one thing remained constant; I missed Dimitri and wished more than
anything that he would show up at my door and tell me he had come to his senses
and realized that I was the only girl for him. If only he would do that, I knew
I would take him back in a second; but he never did.

The days went by and before I knew it I had come to
the Wednesday of my big commercial shoot.

“What do you mean you’re not going?” Shawnee yelled at
me. “Girl, I have been listening to you talk about how much you wanted to make
it as an actress for two god-damn years, and now you’ve finally gotten a job
with a speaking part in a national commercial. You’re going. You’re going if I have
to fucking drag you there myself! Now get your ass off this couch and into the
shower. We leave in one hour!”

I gripped the throw pillow I was laying on and hugged
it tightly, as if that would anchor would me to the couch, and said, “It
doesn’t seem right. He got me the job offer. For all I know I wouldn’t have
even been considered for the job if he hadn’t been trying to get me into bed.”

“Yeah, so what? Everybody knows that to get work in
Hollywood you need to know somebody and you know Dimitri Morrison.”

“Well I don’t want to know him. I don’t anything to do
with him, and that includes the acting job he got me.”

“Oh, this is bullshit!” Shawnee wouldn’t give up and
started dragging me off the couch. “So that stupid asshole was fucking another
girl; my boyfriend was too and so we were right to dump their asses. Just
because you’re not with Dimitri anymore doesn’t mean you should throw away your
entire career though. You’ve worked your ass off to make it in Hollywood and
you finally got your first real break. Take it! You deserve it. You’ve got the
look the director wants, and you’ve sure as hell got the talent. The production
company didn’t hire you because you were dating Dimitri. Sure, maybe your
connection with him made your name more memorable, but was your talent,
dedication, and hard work that got you hired. So go do the fucking job you’ve
been trying to get since the day you moved out here!”

I realized Shawnee was right and released my death
hold on the throw pillow. Smiling at my best friend, I said, “Thanks Shawnee. I
guess I needed someone to give me some perspective.”

“Fuck perspective. I want to meet all the hot guys
that are going to be on the set. Didn’t you hear, I’m on the prowl for a new
boyfriend,” Shawnee joked and we both laughed.

Less than an hour later I was showered, dressed, and
ready to go. I knew the studio would provide the outfit they wanted me to wear
and would also do my hair and makeup, so I’d simply put on favorite pair of
jeans, a green cotton blouse to highlight my eyes, and matching sandals. I left
my damp hair hanging loose to my shoulders and kept my face clear of makeup so
they wouldn’t have to take anything off before they started putting it on.

Shawnee was ready to drive me to the production
studio, and was dressed up in a sexy sky-blue mini skirt with a matching halter
top that hugged her curves and showed off plenty of her beautiful mocha skin. Her
long curly hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and her makeup was
relatively light for her, although still heavier than what most people tended
to wear. Still, she looked gorgeous and I knew she wouldn’t be single for long.

We drove across town in record time in Shawnee’s beat-up
Mustang, both feeling happy and excited to be entering a real commercial
production studio lot. We rolled up slowly to the gate and I handed my photo ID
to the guard. He was a middle-aged man with a mustache and a bit of a beer gut.
He checked his list and nodded when he saw my name then turned to Shawnee and
asked for her ID too. Her name obviously wasn’t there and we waited nervously
while the security guard called someone on the phone.

“Okay, you’re clear. Proceed to building 4A,” the
guard nodded and we both sighed with relief and then started giggling
uncontrollably. The guard rolled his eyes and shook his head, and I got the
feeling he’d seen that same kind of reaction from hundreds of other girls just
like us.

“There it is; 4A!” I shouted out and pointed when I
saw the building we wanted. Shawnee found a parking space located relatively close
by and we both checked our hair and straightened our clothes nervously before
walking across the lot and into the studio building.

“I’m Avery Phillips. I’m here for the cologne
commercial shoot,” I said to the first person I saw when I walked in the door,
a man in a blue security guard uniform. I hated the way my voice trembled, but
I just couldn’t help it. Far different than the parts I’d had as a voiceless
background extra whose face probably wouldn’t even make it on film, today I was
going to be speaking on camera and soon the entire nation would hear my voice
and see my face. It was enough to make me nauseous if I thought about it too
much, and yet absolutely thrilling too.

“Welcome Miss Phillips. You’re right on time. Did you
have any trouble finding the place?” the security guard said with a congenial
smile as he checked my ID.

“No, none at all. This is my roommate Shawnee. She
drove me here today, is all right if she stays to watch?”

“Let me check.” Once again we were forced to wait
awkwardly while he called ahead and some anonymous authority mercifully granted
her permission to stay. We stifled squeals of delight as he nodded his head and
said, “Yep, you’re both cleared. Follow Sabrina, she’ll take you to hair and
makeup.”

A woman with gorgeous red hair and a friendly smile approached
us wearing a tight black dress and carrying an iPad. She led us to a room lined
with salon chairs, brightly lit mirrors, and endless boxes of beauty of
products.

“Hello, I’m Sabrina and I’ll be doing your hair and
makeup for the shoot today.”

Another young woman shook my hand and guided me to a
chair. She was tall and thin with intricate piercings and tattoos all over her
body. Despite her edgy appearance she was wearing a very expensive dress by Gucci
and treated me with nothing but professionalism and a friendly attitude.

Shawnee sat in an empty salon chair across from me
where she could watch and chatted happily with Sabrina while she worked. I was
too terrified to move my head for fear that I’d ruin the work she was doing, so
I kept as silent and still as possible.

“We’ll begin with hair. I see yours was just washed
which is excellent, so we’ll just give it some style. The director wants a very
sexy, wild look, but he still wants to be able to see your face clearly. So I’m
going to apply some heavy mouse to hold the style and then blow dry it back
away from your face and tease it out for a sexy look. Then I’ll give it a few
curls to keep it natural and carefree. It will be very sensual but chic; like a
tigress coming out of the jungle.”

I nodded my consent and for the next twenty minutes I
gritted my teeth while Sabrina pulled, heated, curled and sprayed my hair in a
brutal assault I thought would never end. The results however were breathtaking
and my hair had never looked so good. When I looked at my reflection in the
mirror, all the pain I had endured was completely forgotten and forgiven.

“What do you think?” I turned to Shawnee, who was
beaming at me.

“Damn girl; I’m going to have remember some of those
techniques for the club!” Shawnee complimented me until I blushed. I just hoped
Sabrina thought Shawnee was talking about partying at night clubs and didn’t
guess that we actually worked at a strip club.

Luckily, Sabrina seemed oblivious as she grabbed her
makeup kit and smiled at me kindly. “Now for the makeup. We’re going for a very
seductive look so I’m going to give you very heavy, smoky eyes and instead of
mascara we’ll use false eyelashes. They’ll last all day and won’t melt under
the lights. For your lips, I’m going to give you lip gloss with lots of shimmer
to make them look moist and sexy. We don’t want lipstick because the script
calls for lots of kissing and you don’t want to have to keep reapplying that
all day or get it on the actor.”

Lots of kissing? I’d never done that on film and the
thought made me feel nervous but excited. Swallowing hard, I said, “I haven’t
seen the script yet.”

“Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for that
while they set up the lighting and adjust their cameras,” Sabrina comforted me,
but what I really wondered was who would I be kissing? Dimitri never told me
who I would be working with in the commercial and I never thought to ask. Of
course he probably didn’t know. Somehow I doubt he had the same influence with
directors over male actors as he did with female ones. Just thinking about what
a pig he was infuriated me all over again, and I forced my thoughts to other
things. Shawnee was grilling Sabrina for tidbits of gossip over who had the
best skin in Hollywood and who had secret scars she had to cover up that no one
knew about. Sabrina was purely professional however, and wouldn’t budge. She
did delight us with tales of all the traveling she’d done and the exotic
locations where’d she had to apply makeup. Before I knew it, Sabrina was done.

“Wow!” I breathed as I looked at the final results in
the mirror. The dramatic eye makeup was even heavier than what I wore at the
club, but the affects were amazing. I felt sexy, sophisticated, wild, and maybe
even a bit dangerous.

“Now for costuming,” Sabrina said and led me the short
distance to a room that was basically a giant closet. Racks upon racks of
clothes lined the room from one end to the other. A short, heavy-set woman with
steel gray hair attacked me at once with a tape measure and started taking my
size while Shawnee tried not to laugh at the look of horror on my face. I
quickly found out that the seamstress’ name was Maude and she was always in a
hurry and very picky about the costumes she fitted.

“We’re going to go with a midnight blue strapless
evening gown, heavy sequins, very sparkly. Take off your clothes and put this
on.”

Maude thrust a gown into my hands and Shawnee laughed
aloud at my gaping expression as the impatient old woman started pulling off my
clothes. At the sound of Shawnee’s giggles, Maud turned on her and started
pushing her out the door. “You, out! Costuming is no laughing matter. It takes
deep concentration and a lot of hard work or the whole commercial could be
ruined. Get out and stay out!”

I struggled hard to hold in my own giggles of
amusement as Shawnee was physically pushed out of the room by this tiny,
gray-haired woman who was easily half her size. Just before the door closed
shut, I caught of glimpse of Shawnee giving Maude the finger with a spirited
glare, but I knew that somehow she’d be just fine. Shawnee had a way of always
landing on her feet, and I knew she hadn’t come here to hold my hand anyway;
she’d come looking for hot guys and there was no shortage around here. Handsome
men with bulging biceps and rugged faces were everywhere and I couldn’t help
but wonder which one would be my partner in the commercial.