Stripped Love #4 (BBW Alpha Male Romance) (3 page)

“All right, clear the stage. Take three and make this
one a good one!” Pete shouted and Sabrina and Steve scurried away.

I squeezed Dimitri’s hand and whispered, “Thank you. You
didn’t have to do that for me.”

“I deserved it for being an asshole to you, and you
deserve this acting job. Now show this guy what you’ve got. You can do this.”

As much as I wanted to keep being mad at Dimitri, I
couldn’t help but smile at his words of support and encouragement. This time we
gave the director a perfect take. My moves and words were just what he wanted
and my kiss with Dimitri was smoldering hot. This time, when I felt my knees
growing weak from the heat of his mouth on mine, I gave myself into it and let
the passion fuel my performance. When Pete yelled cut, the room erupted with
applause and I felt my heart swell with pride as Dimitri beamed at me.

I looked over at Pete, and he was smiling, “Great job
kids. Let’s do another take with a little softer light on Avery. She’s the star
of this commercial and I really want her to glow.”

We ended up redoing the scene all the rest of the day,
with me kissing Dimitri over and over again countless times. It wasn’t the
worst way to spend an afternoon, and getting paid for it was like a bonus. Still,
it was hard work. The lights were hot, my feet were sore, and my muscles began
to complain from repeating the same unnatural poses time after time. The
hardest part of all was the actual kissing.

Dimitri’s lips were soft, like the petals of a flower,
but his mouth was hard and his kiss was urgent and insistent. It was the
perfect blend, and when I felt his tongue probe into my mouth, searching for my
own, it awakened in me a primal desire that I tried desperately to ignore, but
couldn’t. My nipples grew hard and ached for the feeling of his mouth upon
them. My pussy grew moist and quivered with desire, begging for the gratifying
feel of his cock thrusting inside me. It was an exquisite form of torture, and
through it all he remained constantly professional and respectful of me. He
never touched me in any inappropriate way or said anything unseemly or crass.
He was one hundred percent a gentleman; even though I wished he wasn’t. I could
feel his erection digging into my hip every now and then when our bodies
collided just right and I knew he must be in agony, desperate for release; but
he made every effort not to let me know and I respected him enough not to
embarrass him about it…

Finally, Pete had gotten enough takes in every angle
and with every kind of lighting, custom change, and nuance of dialogue that he
wanted to be fully satisfied. “That’s a wrap, kids. Avery: great work. You did
a terrific job. Go on home now. Dimitri, come look at the playbacks with me.”

“Sure Pete, just a second. I need to talk to Avery for
a moment,” Dimitri said, and I quickly dove behind a pile of equipment where he
couldn’t see me. As soon as I saw him walk off with the director I ran down the
hall to Maude’s room, stripped off my dress, and pulled back on my jeans,
cotton blouse, and worn out sandals. It felt so good to be in comfortable
clothes again, I practically sighed with relief. Now all I had to do was find
Shawnee and get out of here before Dimitri cornered me and tried to talk to me.
There wasn’t anything I wanted to say to him, and after all the hours spent
kissing him, my hormones were so revved up I didn’t trust myself to be able to
resist anything he had to say to me. The only safe way to protect myself from
him was to stay as far away as possible.

I looked for the Kraft Services cart and found it
closed and put away. There was no sign of the muscular worker or Shawnee. I saw
Steve and ran up to him, asking,
“
Have you seen my
friend Shawnee?”

Steve looked frantic and immediately started searching
for her on my behalf. I almost felt sorry for the kid, but not as sorry as I
felt for myself. If I didn’t find her soon and get out of here, I was sure to
get stuck talking to Dimitri. I saw him wrapping up his conversation with Pete
and strolling my way.

“Are you looking for that hot chick in the light blue
skirt?” one of the crew members called out to me and I nodded my head. “She
bailed about two hours ago with the Kraft Services guy just as soon as the
lunch break was over. I saw them drive off together in a beat-up old Mustang.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

I wanted to cry. The busses didn’t come out this far,
and unless I wanted to walk a few miles on tired feet, I was stuck with no way
to get home. The thought of admitting to everyone here that I had no was
utterly humiliating, and it was the last thing I wanted to do. I didn’t even
have enough cash on me to call for a cab. I wanted to get outside before I
couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. I turned to run out the door and smacked
right into the one person I didn’t want to see.

 
“Dimitri!”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just really
need to talk to you and it seemed like every time I tried to get you alone you
disappeared.”

“That’s okay. If you want to give me a ride home, we can
talk along the way,” I said, trying to sound tough and not pathetic. If Dimitri
knew I was begging for a ride because I was stranded, he didn’t let on. In fact
he looked relieved, like I was the one doing him a favor.

“Great!” he sighed audibly. “My car is parked right
out front.”

Ever the gentleman, he held open the passenger door
for me to his red Ferrari and I climbed in, wondering if I was making the
biggest mistake of my life.

I
will be strong.
I thought
to myself as I buckled my seatbelt and Dimitri rolled the car
slowly from the lot and onto the highway.
I won’t let him draw me back in with his charm and his sexy smile. My hormones
are just raging from the kisses, but I’m not willing to compromise my values or
my self-respect to be one of his playthings in a long line of women. Since he’s
not willing to commit to me in a monogamous relationship, there can be nothing
between us.

I stared out the passenger window at the passing
scenery, not even daring to look at him as we drove. After a long period of
awkward silence, Dimitri finally worked up the nerve to speak. “You did really
great today Avery. The director was impressed and said he’d like to use you
again for some of his other projects.”

“No thanks to you surprising me.”

I crossed my arms over my chest angrily.

“Why didn’t you warn me that the cologne commercial
was for your cologne and that we’d be working together?”

“At first I thought it would be a fun surprise. I
didn’t anticipate that we would have a fight and you would break up with me. I’m
sorry. I know it made things uncomfortable for you. You’re a terrific actress
though. One of the best I’ve ever worked with.”

I didn’t want to hear his empty compliments and was
about to say so when his next words caught me off guard. “I’m really sorry
Avery, about everything. About sleeping with other women when we were together.
About not telling you the whole truth. About not being a good enough man to
deserve you. I see what a dick I’ve been and I just wanted you to know that.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Did he mean
what he said, or was this just another ploy to get me into bed again? With a
mixture of hope and skepticism, I put my hand on his and asked softly, “Really?
So what does that mean?”

“It means I’m ready to become the man you need me to
be. I know I haven’t been acting like it, but I think I’ve fallen in love with
you. When we’re not together, I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re on my
mind from the minute I wake up. Even after I’ve gone to bed at night, I lay
awake for hours wondering how you are and if it would be all right if I called
you. I’ve never been as happy as I am when I’m with you, or as miserable as
when we’re apart. Agony this fucked up must be love.”

“I love you too,” I said and wiped away the tears from
my cheeks with my hands. Then, taking a deep breath for courage I said, “But I
can’t be with you. Your lifestyle is exciting and glamorous and just too fast
for me. I know I’m a stripper who’s been living in L.A. for two years now and I
look tough and seasoned, but deep in my heart I’m still just a girl from Utah. I
need a man who can commit only to me, and I know that’s not who you are. I’m
sorry, but I can’t change who I am any more than you can change who you are.”

“But, that’s what I’m trying to tell you,” Dimitri
sounded happy and excited. “I want to change for you. I want to commit to being
monogamous. From now on, you’re the only woman I want to be with. No more one
night stands, no more affairs. I’m now a one-woman guy, and that one woman is
you.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, with my heart in my
throat. “You can’t mess around with my heart anymore Dimitri. If you tell me
that you’re committed only to me and then you cheat and betray me with some
other girl, you will have violated a trust that cannot be undone.”

“I know that. This isn’t a game for me; I’m serious.”

Dimitri looked at me, and saw deep into his ocean blue
eyes all the way into his soul. He was serious and it made me burst into tears
of pure love and happiness.

“Pull over!” I cried, pointing at the nearest exit off
the freeway.

“What’s the matter? Are you sick?” Dimitri sounded
terrified. He pulled off the road, parking beneath a quiet bridge and said
softly, “Please don’t get out of the car and leave me. I love you. I’ve never said
that to anyone before, but with you I know that’s how I feel. I love you.”

“I love you too. That’s why I wanted you to pull over.
So I could kiss you,” I said, and grabbed his face and pulled him towards me. This
time, when our lips came together, it was clear that neither one of us was
acting. My entire body pulsed with currents of sexual excitement and I wanted
him like never before. The interior of the car was too cramped, and I couldn’t
get to him over the gear shift stick and the steering wheel. Frustrated, I
breathed, “Get out of the car.”

As I exited the car, Dimitri did the same with a
confused expression, until I wrapped my arms around his neck and crushed my
body to his own, kissing him passionately. His hands slipped up underneath my
green cotton blouse, where he quickly discovered that I hadn’t bothered to put
on a bra. His firm hands felt
so
good as they fondled
my breasts that a gasp of pleasure escaped my throat.

“Suck my nipples,” I moaned, and tore open the buttons
of my blouse, exposing my bare tits to him under the cover of the lonely
bridge. Eagerly, Dimitri complied, and huge volts of sexual pleasure coursed
through my body, and radiated inside me. I wanted him to fuck me. I needed him
to fuck me.

Without thinking, I pulled down my jeans and panties,
and bent over the hood of his car, exposing my naked backside to him. Delirious
with desire, I wriggled my ass enticingly and I fingered my own pussy and said,
“I’m so wet for you; I need you to fuck me right here and right now.”

Dimitri’s eyes burned with the same lust I felt raging
inside of me. We’d gotten all the foreplay we had needed during the hours of
making out in the studio and we were both primed for sex. He pulled open the
fly of his slacks, gripped me firmly by the hips, and slammed into me eagerly
from behind. His cock felt so good that I nearly
orgasmed
at once. Rocking back against him, I screamed out with pleasure as I clutched
at the hood of the car and begged him to fuck me as hard as he could.

Dimitri’s hands gripped my hips firmly as he pounded
into me with a fury that drove me over the edge and plummeted me into a
powerful and deeply satisfying orgasm. I felt him climax as well, but we had
both built up so much desire kissing each other for so long, that it wasn’t
enough to satisfy him and he still wanted more.

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.