Stripped Love #4 (BBW Alpha Male Romance) (6 page)

“You didn’t think I would keep your prisoner forever
did you?” Dimitri chuckled and kissed my lips tenderly.

“No, not for that; thank you for everything you did
today: for getting the commercial, for standing up for me, for committing to
me, for taking me out on an amazing date, and finally for this great sex. Thank
you for all of it.”

“Well it’s the least I could do to say thank you to
you.”

“For what?” I laughed, wondering what he could
possibly thank me for.

“For loving me and allowing me to love you in return,”
Dimitri said softly. Then he carried me up to his bedroom and we made love
again, softly and intimately until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter
Four

The next morning I awoke with a smile on my face,
buried in a sea of soft blankets and fluffy pillows. Dimitri’s bed was the most
comfortable thing I had ever slept in on, and I didn’t want to leave it. Alas,
my grumbling stomach forced me to open my eyes and stretch myself awake.

I discovered with alarm that Dimitri wasn’t there, and
I left the bed to go in search of him. There was a fluffy robe hanging on a
hook by the bathroom and I put it on, cinching the belt around my waist and
went exploring through the house. The smell of sizzling bacon and the sound of
off-key singing drew me to the kitchen where I found Dimitri making breakfast
for the two of us while singing to his iPod.

“Good morning, gorgeous!” Dimitri greeted me with a
kiss and I allowed him to pull me into his arms and kiss me.

“What’s all this?”

I stared at the mess he was making. There were
eggshells and orange rinds all over the beautiful granite countertops, but he
looked really proud of himself.

“Just a little breakfast for the woman I love,”
Dimitri said, flipping the omelet in his skillet with a flourish.

I laughed happily and said, “Well everything looks and
smells great.”

“It sure does!” Dimitri said playfully as he leered at
my body. It felt good to have someone I could laugh with and have fun with in
morning, who made me feel happy, sexy, and glad to start a new day. Dimitri
swept me back into a deep dip and I allowed my robe to fall open, revealing my
naked body. He attacked me with kisses, devouring me with hungry lips while I
giggled and sighed with pleasure.

We ended up making love on the kitchen counter while
the bacon burned to a crisp. Fortunately he had turned off the heat to his omelet,
so we still wound up with a hearty breakfast of eggs and orange slices.

“I have to go to the studio and work on the movie with
Suzanna today,” Dimitri said casually as we finished eating the last bites of
our food. He saw the expression on my face turn to stone, and said lovingly, “Don’t
worry. I’m going to make it clear to her today that I’m in a committed
relationship now and there is nothing between us anymore.”

“Good, make sure you don’t forget,” I said, still
feeling edgy about the idea of him working all day with a hot redhead with whom
he’d had sex less than a week ago.

“I won’t forget; how could I, when I know I have a
girlfriend as sexy as you waiting for me when I get home?”

His compliment appeased me, but not as much as the
look of pure love and adoration I saw in his eyes. A man didn’t look at a woman
like that if he didn’t really care about her, and I knew that Dimitri was
totally devoted to me now.

“And what time will that be?” I asked him.

“Well, that’s up to the director; but usually he lets
us go in plenty of time for dinner at eight. What do you say; do you want to go
out again?”

“I’d love to, but I have to work at the club tonight,”
I said, feeling truly disappointed.

“You’re still working at the BBW Club?” Dimitri
sounded surprised, and I squared off to him with a serious gaze.

“Of course I am. What did you think that I would quit
my job just because I’m your girlfriend now?”

“No, of course not. I just hoped that hiring you for
the commercial campaign for Star would make it so you could take some time off
from dancing and focus more on your acting career.”

“I hope for that too, but the commercial hasn’t even
aired yet and getting paid for one acting job doesn’t actually qualify as a
career. I’d be a fool to quit the club without even having my next acting job
lined up. What if I never get hired by another director again?”

“You’re right. I’m jumping ahead way too fast. I’m
just going to miss you tonight.”

Dimitri kissed me apologetically.

“I know; I’m going to miss you too. I’m off in three
days. Why don’t we plan on having another sleepover here at your house then?”

“Perfect.”

Dimitri grinned, leering at my body again.

“And what do you plan to do between now and your shift
tonight? You’re welcome to stay here or I can drop you off anyplace you want on
my way to the studio.”

“Just take me back to my apartment,” I said with a
casual shrug. “I haven’t really had a chance to talk to Shawnee since the
commercial shoot and I’m dying to hear about her knew romance and brag to her
about mine.”

“No need; I’m sure she’s already heard,” Dimitri said
with a teasing wink I didn’t quite understand. He flicked on the television set
above the kitchen counter and said, “We’re front page news already, baby.”

I gasped in surprise and nearly choked to death on my
coffee. There on Entertainment Morning were pictures of me and Dimitri kissing
in front of the restaurant and dancing at the club.

A female reporter in a bad wig was saying, “Inside
sources who are close to the star confirm this is the same mysterious beauty he
attended the Studio Party with last month. Even though he’s been seen in the
company of several other women since, including his costar Savannah Blaze, this
is the first time Morrison has been seen on a date with the same woman multiple
times. Could this mean Hollywood’s most hard to capture bachelor is off the
market? Time will tell.”

“Oh my God! How did they get those photos of us? I
never saw any paparazzi while we were out!” I could hardly believe it. Part of
me felt excited to be so famous, but another part of me felt violated and
exposed.

“Half the time you’ll never even know they’re there
anymore thanks to their telescopic lenses and high-tech cameras.” Dimitri said
and wrapped his arms around me sympathetically. I leaned into his embrace,
taking comfort from his calm strength. “I can hire you a bodyguard if you want
one to try and help protect you. Once the public finds out we are exclusive,
who knows how they’ll react. You might get a lot more attention than you
bargained for.”

“I’ll be all right,” I said, feeling naively confident
that my stage name alone would keep me safe. I got up, feeling anxious and
ready to go home.

***

Shawnee had never come home to our apartment that day;
I’d spent the time cleaning up the place. I washed the dishes left behind by
her and her new boyfriend, did a couple of loads of laundry, picked up some
groceries for the empty fridge, and then spend the rest of the afternoon
napping and dreaming of Dimitri. By the time the evening came and I walked to
the club for my shift, I was looking forward to getting to socialize with my
friends.

“Hey, Reba!”

My friend Candy called out my stage name as I was
getting ready for my performance in the dressing room. “Nice picture of you in
the papers today,” she said with a smirk.

“Thanks.” I blushed as she waved a picture of me out
on the dance floor at
Club Chrome
with Dimitri’s hand on my ass.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect to see you slumming here with
us when you’ve got a rich man like that waiting for you,” another stripper
named Diamond taunted me and I flipped her the finger.

“Bite me, Diamond. Just because Dimitri took me out on
a date doesn’t mean I’m suddenly some snobby bitch. I’ve still got to pay my
bills the same as you.”

“Forget this shit, get him to pay your bills for you,”
Diamond said.

 
“I’m no
prostitute,” I said with quiet rage and glared at her so fiercely that Candy
stepped between us to keep me from slapping her.

“No, but this is the second time you’ve been seen with
him in public. The least he could do is offer to be your sugar daddy. If I were
you, I’d tell him to start sharing the wealth and if he refused, sell your
story to the tabloids. You’d be able to make some really big bucks by giving
them the inside scoop on how big his dick is.”

“You know what Diamond...”

 
I leapt up from
my chair ready to kick her ass, but Candy and a few of the other girls held me
back.

“Just ignore that stupid bitch,” Candy advised me and
I forced myself to unclench my fists. Then Candy arched her eyebrow at me
curiously, and whispered, “How big is his dick, anyway?”

I rolled my eyes. I left the dressing room and grabbed
Jay by the sleeve. “Put me on stage next. I’m ready.”

Nodding, Jay walked onto the stage as the last dancer
was strolling away and spoke excitedly into the microphone.

“That was Luscious Lola. Everybody give her a final
round of applause. Now we have a real treat for you. Put your hands together
for our own little school girl from the southwest. She’s shy and sweet in the
classroom, but a naughty nympho by night. She’s little Miss Reba!”

I skipped out onto the stage to the excited shouts of
the audience wearing the school girl costume from back stage. It was a
tear-away plaid pleated skirt, a white cotton blouse, and a blazer with our own
fake private school emblem BBW emblazoned on the breast pocket. My hair was
pulled into two sassy pigtails and I was wearing fake plastic eyeglasses.

The crowed went crazy as I stripped away the uniform
piece by piece, but when I tore off the glass and tossed them off the stage was
when everything changed.

I heard a man from the audience shout out, “Hey, that’s
the girl from the paper!”

The next thing I knew, someone pulled up a picture of
me on their smart phone from the internet and then everyone in the audience
started passing it around. A frenzy started as everyone wanted to touch the
girl from the papers and rough hands tried to grab me and pull me off the
stage.

Jay pulled extra bouncers from the door to stand guard
in front of the stage and protect me, but I could tell he loved the extra
publicity for the club and all the extra profits that came with it. More than
once I thought about quitting, especially when drunken assholes would shout at
me from the crowd asking me about my sex life and inviting me to fuck them. But
I saw how much the extra tips meant to Shawnee, Candy, and the other girls and
I didn’t have the heart to bail on them. Plus, there was the added fear that if
I quit stripping at the BBW, I might never get another job again and be
permanently labeled as a has-been failure whose only claim to fame was dating a
celebrity.

 
By the time
three days had passed, I’d never been so glad for a night off in my life and
went running into Dimitri’s arms when he came to my door as promised.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Dimitri asked as I clung to
him and buried my face in his neck. He smelled so good and his arms felt so
safe and strong as he embraced me and held me tight.

“I’ve had the week from hell without you,” I said, and
explained the whole ugly story as he held me tight.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all that. Why don’t
you just quit? The commercial is being released next week and I’m sure you’ll
get more job offers when it does. In the meanwhile, I can help cover your
bills.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” I said, feeling
touched that he cared about me that much.

“Why not? I’m happy to do it. It would be my gift to
you.”

Shaking my head, I tried to find the words to explain
how I felt. “I’m not the kind of girl who wants a man to take care of her like
that. I need to know that I can make it on my own, without financial help from
you or anyone else. If you’re right about the commercial getting me another
acting job, then I’ll quit the club. In the meantime, I’ll gut it out like I
always do. I’m a lot tougher than you might think.”

“I know you are; it’s part of what I love about you.”

Dimitri kissed me on the lips and I melted into the
warmth and love of his touch. Then he winked at me and said, “What do you say
we get out here and have some
well deserved
fun and
relaxation?”

“Sounds great! I’m dressed for the occasion!”

 
I beamed, and
opened my robe to show off my new outfit to him. One good think about my
newfound fame was the huge increase in tips I’d gotten for the week. Although
I’d put most of it into savings, I did use a portion of it to buy myself a new outfit
for tonight. It was a black lace corset with matching panties. Black lace garters
attached the corset to black thigh-high silk stockings, and a pair of black
stiletto heels completed the outfit.