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  Dimitri offered me his arm and escorted me like a gentleman along the red carpet, smiling and nodding at fans and cameramen as we went. When we came to the first interview reporter I thought I’d be pushed to the side, but Dimitri kept a steady arm around my waist and made sure I was positioned snuggly at his side.

  The interviewer asked about his most recent film, making silly jokes and jabs, before asking, “And who is with you this evening?”

  “This is Avery Phillips, the most talented actress I’ve seen in a long time. We met at the studio about a month ago and I’ve been mesmerized by her ever since.”

  “Oh really?” the interviewer asked with exaggerated innuendo. Then she turned to me and asked, “Tell us, is Dimitri as good a kisser as he looks?”

  I hadn’t been prepared for such a question and felt myself choking on live television. Dimitri’s words reverberated in my mind; pretend you’re playing a role. I straightened my spine, looked directly into the camera and said coolly, “All I can say is that Dimitri’s talents go far beyond acting.”

  The interviewer’s eyes lit up with excitement over my salacious remark and she started to ask me another question, but Dimitri gallantly led me away back to the red carpet.

  “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said that,” I whispered in his ear, but his eyes were shining with mischief and a grin lit up his face.

  “No, you were perfect. The gossip shows will be going crazy for that. They’ll probably play it in a loop for days. You have a natural knack for working an interview and playing up to the audience.”

  “You’re sure it was okay?” I was still worried, despite his comforting words.

  “I’m sure,” Dimitri kissed my cheek tenderly and I could still feel his warm hand on my back. Winking at me playfully, he said, “Want to do another one?”

  Grinning excitedly I nodded my head and he chaperoned me to the next television reporter. I found the questions he asked were the same as the last one, and when the appropriate time came Dimitri introduced me once again. This time I was more prepared to be questioned and responded wittily with grace and ease while flash bulbs flared around me in the distance.

  “Did that feel better?” Dimitri asked me as we continued down the carpet. I could feel the tense muscles in my neck and shoulders relaxing as I nodded at him and smiled. I couldn’t believe how easy and fun it was, and how incredibly good it felt to be the center of so much attention, glitz and glamour. I wanted more, and Dimitri graciously allowed my fifteen minutes of fame, guiding me from one interview to the next along the red carpet while I pretended to be a big star.

  The paparazzi bought into the act, increasing my fun and excitement. They wanted to know about my dress, my shoes, how long Dimitri and I had been dating, what charities I supported, what movie I was currently working on, and what other stars I had dated. Soon they were asking me more questions than Dimitri and I was starting to feel overwhelmed.

  “No more interviews. Let’s get you inside,” Dimitri expertly shepherded me off the red carpet and through the double doors of the grand hotel and into the ballroom. I’d never seen anything so luxurious and had to bite my own tongue to keep from gasping and gawking like a small-town hick. A live band played on a stage to the left, a table of gourmet food stood to the right, and waiters carrying trays of liquor and hors d'oeuvres, circulated among the crowd. A dance floor was situated in the center with fine tables surrounding it. Crystal chandeliers illuminated the room, and there were flowers everywhere. The part that had me gaping however was the amount of famous faces I saw.

  “I’d like you to meet Avery Phillips,” Dimitri introduced me to a famous director and his wife as we strolled arm-in-arm into the room.

  “Glad to meet you.”

  I could hardly believe I was shaking hands with the man who had directed some of my favorite movies of all time.

  “That’s a beautiful necklace. Where did you find it?” his wife asked me as I shook her hand and tried not to tremble.

  I had to touch my hands to the emerald necklace to remember what I even had on, I was so damn overwhelmed. “Oh, this was my grandmother’s. My grandfather got it when he was serving in the war. He arrived home the day my mother was born and placed it around her neck in the hospital. She wore it every day since, and gave it to me when I moved out to Hollywood for good luck.”

  “What a wonderful story,” The director smiled and waved over a very famous actress I had only seen in movies. He introduced us and then said, “Tell her about your necklace. She loves emeralds and sentimental stories. Your pendant combines both.”

  I repeated my tale and the actress gasped and admired my necklace fondly. “That’s wonderful, but you certainly don’t need any luck tonight. You’ve managed to snag the most wanted bachelor in the room.”

  I was floating on a cloud as we circled around the room, drinking champagne from crystal flutes and chatting with celebrities, famous directors, and wealthy producers. They were all so nice: incredibly funny, friendly, and amusing. With Dimitri as my date, they easily accepted me as one of their own and made me feel welcome. The constant flow of alcohol loosened my inhibitions, and soon I was laughing, flirting, and eager to dance.

  “Shall we?” Dimitri asked when he saw me tapping my feet to the music. I nodded my head enthusiastically, and he led me onto the dance floor.

  The live band was good, far better than anyone who ever played at the sleazy clubs and parties I usually attended. Dimitri, it turned out, was actually a very good dancer. He guided me around the floor with ease, showing me off to the crowd and making me feel feminine and sexy. The beat of the music sped up and we began to bump and grind our hips as other young celebrities joined us and the tone of the room became wilder. Everyone was drunk or high and the animalistic beat kept driving up the heat in the room until we were all grinding our hips and rubbing against one another passionately. A sort of frenzied attitude gripped the room and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so free and uninhibited. It was a magical sort of evening where anything was possible.

  Dimitri moved in close to me on the dance floor and put his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him and we gyrated together in rhythm with the beat. I could feel the heat emanating off his body and smell his faint musk. Tauntingly, I used some of most provocative dance moves on him, engaging him in a naughty game of who could turn the other on the most. I won and he pulled me even closer, so close I could feel his erection rubbing against my thigh. He caressed my body through my dress and it made me tingle with arousal. My nipples protruded through the silky fabric and I could feel my panties growing moist again.

  Then, in an unexpected move, Dimitri grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips, swallowing me whole in a passionate embrace. His strong hands squeezed my round buttocks and my body came alive with sexual tingles as we dry humped on the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck, panting with pleasure and wishing we could fuck for real.

  “Want to go someplace private?”

  He whispered it in my ear and my heart leapt. The heat on the dance floor was driving me mad with lust, or maybe it was the alcohol, or the way Dimitri kept looking at me and touching my body.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” I whispered back, biting his earlobe with my lips curved over my teeth. He closed his eyes and groaned at the feel of it, making me smile with a powerful glint in my eye. No one made me feel more desirable, confident, or alluring. I wanted to fuck him right here and right now.

  Stumbling with drunkenness, Dimitri led me from the ballroom into the elevators of the hotel and slammed my body against the wall the moment the doors closed. His lips overpowered mine, kissing me urgently while his hands groped at my body like a drowning man trying to hold onto to a life raft. It only turned me on more and I reached for his cock, rubbing him through his slacks.

  The elevator reached the penthouse and the doors slid open to a beautifully lavish room decorated in fine antiques and carved oak furnishings.

  “W
here are we?” I gasped at the incredible suite. It must have taken up the entire floor of the hotel and easily had more square footage than my entire apartment building.

  “We’re in the penthouse. It’s okay, I share it with a couple of friends and we take turns using it when we’re in town,” Dimitri explained and gave me a brief tour of the suite, but there was only one room I really wanted to see. When we got to the bedroom he pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his powerful body and kissed me fiercely. Gasping for air, I raked my fingernails through his hair, and we devoured each other passionately.

  Throwing me down on the bed, Dimitri pulled down the bodice of my dress and brought his mouth down hungrily on my bared tits. In the past he’d been a gentle and considerate lover, now he was wild and ravenous, biting at my tender nipples painfully and sucking on them aggressively until it hurt. The pain sent ripples of pleasure shocking through my body and a need awoke deep inside me. I buried my hands in his hair, pushing his head towards my breasts, holding him there tightly and begging for more.

  When he paused for air, I pulled at his jacket and shirt, ripping them from his body and clawing at his muscular chest. He was powerful and strong from hours spent at the gym and couldn’t get enough of the feel of his smooth skin over his rigid muscles. I ran my hands over his toned torso until I came to his slacks and pulled them aggressively from his body. Within moments I had him stripped of his underwear, so he was lying naked beside me.

  “Take off my clothes,” I breathed, rolling onto my stomach so he could reach the zipper in the back of my dress. Dimitri pulled it open quickly without his usual slow seduction and yanked if from my body. Then repeated the action with my panties, tearing the delicate silk fabric in an effort to remove them.

  He had me kneel on the bed, gripping the headboard for support, and began to finger my pussy. I was slick with the moisture of my arousal and his fingers entered me easily, fucking me there while I clutched the headboard and panted with pleasure. It felt so good, I rocked back against his hand, moaning and gasping; I wanted more. I needed more. I had to feel his cock fucking me deep inside, and I had to have it now.

  I reached back with my hands and stroked his cock. It was rigid and throbbing in my hand. Bending down on my hands and knees, I knelt in the center of the king-sized bed and spread my thighs invitingly. Dimitri didn’t hesitate and knelt behind me. Gripping my hips he shoved his cock deep into my eager cunt, causing me to gasp aloud with pleasure.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” I moaned, rocking back to meet him as he thrust powerfully within my slot. Dimitri gripped my hips, using them for leverage as he pounded in and out of me.

  “Let me see you come on my cock, baby!” he said to me. I let lose any inhibitions I still had, crying out loudly as I climaxed and digging my fingernails into the soft bedspread. My orgasm seemed to last forever and the room began to spin as waves of delirious pleasure washed over me like an endless tidal wave.

  I collapsed onto the bedspread, too drunk and sexually gratified to hold myself up any longer. Dimitri turned me on my side, wrapping my top leg around his waist in such a way that he could enter me again from a new position.

  “Do you want me to fuck you some more?” he asked, rubbing my clitoris as he thrust into me anew. The change in angle and friction heightened my pleasure and I felt a fresh orgasm building up within me.

  “Yes! Make me come again,” I moaned aloud, loving what he was doing to me. I felt fresh waves of intense orgasmic pleasure ripping through me, and I climaxed for a second time, clutching at my own nipples and screaming out in rapture as my muscles spasmed and my insides quivered.

  As the waves of my orgasm began to ebb, I reached back with my hand and cupped Dimitri’s balls, gently squeezing them while he fucked me. It sent him over the edge, and he orgasmed instantly, his faced contorting in the sweet agony of pure pleasure.

  “I’ve never done anything like that before,” I laughed, as we wiped ourselves clean with towels from the penthouse bathroom and put our clothes back on.

  “Believe it or not, neither have I,” Dimitri blushed at his own confession.

  “How is that possible?” I slurred, wrapping my arms around him for support and giggling. “I heard that these kinds of parties are filled with wild orgies. Why, if I were a star like you with my own penthouse suite, I’d have sex like that constantly.”

  “Really?” Dimitri looked surprised at my naïve boast and I nodded yes.

  Wrapping his arm back around my waist he kissed me sloppily on the lips and said, “I could fall in love with you. Let’s get out of here. I want to introduce you to someone special.”

  I followed him out of penthouse suite and back into the elevator. At that moment he could have taken me out on the roof and I would have followed along. All I heard was that he thought he could love me.

  Chapter Five

  Back down at the party, the mood was as raucous as ever. The more mature directors and producers had left long ago with their wives, and all that remained were the young actors and actresses and their dates. The liquor was flowing freely, the music was pulsing savagely, and the room had an uncontrolled feel.

  Dimitri and I entered the room holding hands, both of us grinning like school kids over the shared secret of our penthouse affair. When I saw the mood of the room, I started to feel a little uncomfortable and wondered if I shouldn’t ask Dimitri to take me home. It really had been the best night of my life, filled with champagne, dancing, and the chance to meet celebrities I’d always admired.

  The heavy amount of alcohol in my system was beginning to make me feel sick, and I knew that all I needed was a little food in my stomach to balance it out. It had been such a wonderful night, I’d hate for anything to ruin it.

  These stuffed mushrooms are amazing!” I sighed, popping another of the giant gourmet mushrooms stuffed with seasoned polenta into my mouth, and then another.

  “I love the way you take on life with such passion,” Dimitri chuckled at me and wiped some polenta off my chin with his thumb before seductively caressing my lips. “Come on, I want you to meet someone.”

  He gently pulled me away from the food table and led me through the ball room with his hand around my waist. I loved the way it felt to have his arm wrapped around me. It was so warm, so nurturing, and so protective.

  He approached a man standing with a gorgeous woman and tapped him on the shoulder, “I want you to meet Avery Phillips.”

  The man turned around and I flushed with excitement. It was Ethan Roves, my favorite actor next to Dimitri! He had sandy blonde hair, stormy gray eyes, chiseled features, and a muscular physique that outmatched Dimitri easily. He must work out in the gym hours a day to maintain muscles like that!

  “Pleased to meet you,” I said, trying to sound sophisticated, but my voice quavered like a school girl meeting her crush.

  “The pleasure is all mine. You are even more gorgeous than Dimitri told me you were,” Ethan said and kissed the back of my hand. My knees were shaking and I thought I had died and gone to heaven! Here I was surrounded by the two hottest hunks in the world, and they both thought I was beautiful. I knew I must be in a dream, because something this amazing couldn’t be happening for real; and yet it was.

  Ethan turned to the woman next to him and introduced her, “ Avery, this is Cocoa Bertrand.”

  We shook hands and I suddenly felt like a behemoth. She had long ebony hair that fell in a silky sheet down to her tiny waist. Her petite figure was reed thin, and her surgically enhanced breasts stuck out provocatively. The dress she wore was extremely low cut and made of a sheer fabric that left nothing to the imagination. Next to her, I didn’t see how Dimitri or Ethan could think I was gorgeous at all and yet they were both eyeing me appreciatively with unmasked lust.

  “I was looking for you so I could introduce you to Cocoa; where the hell have you been?” Ethan slapped Dimitri heartily on the back and it was easy to see they were good friends. They’d starred in multiple movies
together, sometimes acting as enemies and other times as friends.

  “Avery and I needed some fresh air for a moment, so I was just showing her the penthouse,” Dimitri said, throwing me a knowing glance and squeezing my hand.

  “Ah, our playhouse; how did you like it?” Ethan turned to me and asked.

  “It was amazing, really great,” I said with a twinkle in my eye, grinning at Dimitri.

  Then Ethan turned to Cocoa and said, “Excuse me, I’m going to dance with Avery. Why don’t you and Dimitri get to know each other for a moment?”

  I was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to say, but everyone else looked casual about it. Ethan and Dimitri exchanged a quick manly glance indicating that it was okay between them to exchange company, and then Ethan swept me into his arms and onto the dance floor.

  In an effort to cool down the crowd, the band had switched to a slower song, and so Ethan pulled me tight against his body so that my breasts nearly touched his chest. He wasn’t as good a dancer as Dimitri and we simply swayed along to the music, with his arms wrapped around me.

  “Dimitri’s told me a lot about you,” Ethan said and my heart swelled. It was good to know that he talked about me to his friends, but I wondered what exactly he said about me. Sensing my question, Ethan said, “He told me you were gorgeous, but his words didn’t do you justice. He also said you were so passionate about acting that you took on a job as an exotic dancer to make ends meet.”

  Now I was blushing. How could Dimitri reveal that about me, and how could this man who was basically a stranger to me bring it up in conversation like that? Still it was the truth, I was a stripper, and Dimitri had told me that it was a sign of strength and not something to be ashamed of. Lifting my chin with pride, I nodded my head. “That’s right.”