Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Ophelia's Pov

Dean's kiss was nothing like I had imagined.

My eyes closed instinctively, shutting out the world around us. I could only think about him in this moment, how soft and tender his touch was as he inched me closer, arms circling my waist. His lips brushed against mine teasingly, causing shivers to run down my spine. I gasped in pleasure and that's when he drove his tongue inside my mouth.

A fire was ignited as the earlier gentle kiss had turned passionate as our mouths melted together in a taste of excitement and pleasure. His tongue was warm and inviting, tasting of the wine he had had earlier. The sensations were electric, as countless shivers went down my spine and waves of pleasure through out my body.

My arms tightened around him, clutching his hair in a grip. He groaned, inching me closer as our kiss deepened. Our breaths quickened as we were both lost in a world pleasure.

He backened me in a corner against the wall, wrapping my legs around his waist. We broke apart, our loud breaths echoing in the room. He carried me across the room, laying me on the coach. With another brief kiss on the lips, we broke apart again, but Dean wasn't done. He rained kisses allover my eyelids, nose and cheeks.

He then descended to my neck, living tingling sensations that made me shiver as he licked me all the way down to the valley between my breasts.

There were no spoken words between us, only kisses and caresses and soon after one last brief kiss, he stopped.

My head was swirling with ecstasy and it took me a while to realize that he had gone off to the other side of the room and picked up my clothes. I only took notice when he began dressing me, adjusting my clothes into position.

As soon he was done, he kissed me one last time and then he was out, leaving me alone in the room.

****

It was exactly 3 months and 3 days since my experience with the famous actor, Dean Costello. Forgetting him was not entirely an option for me because no matter how much I tried to avoid thinking about him, the guy was everywhere.

Morning talk shows, online blogs, movie poster, social media threads, podcasts, you name it.

He was very much like a shadow that was following me everywhere. Despite that, he was a welcome fantasy from every other hardship that came from my job alongside balancing everything with school.

While it made me quite an amount that enabled me to survive with all the expenses that came with all the college bills, rent and food on the table, stripping came with it's hardships.

The twins had once had a man stalk them for a month until Han had taken it up in his hands and involved the police. Of course, he had taken earlier action by banning the man from the club and then having a guard walk the girls home.

The man had obviously disappeared and up until the girls weren't paranoid again, he resumed his activities. It became easier for the authorities to arrest him when he broke into their apartment.

Simultaneously, we all dealt with a couple of rude customers, gropers and the likes but all these were well handed at the club. Anyone who broke the rules and touched the girls paid a huge fine and got banned.

Touching was only acceptable when permission was granted.

That said, I sometimes wondered if pleasuring men was a wise decision that I had made. On some nights when I returned home, I couldn't help but soak in my bath for quite some time, wanting to feel a bit cleansed.

On bad days, I just cried myself to sleep, guilty that I actually enjoyed what I was doing. Nevertheless, I had no one to depend on but myself.

Today happened to be one of the days class ended early, so I rushed out as soon as the professor ended his lecture. I was desperate to get some sleep. I had hardly gotten any sleep due to my shift last night.

Stumbling through the hallway, I noticed a bunch of students that were crowded around a notice board. Some walked away with triumphant expressions on their faces but others held gloom.

"What's all that about?" I asked a girl that was walking past me.

"Oh. It's just the list for the successful applicants that Professor Williams accepted."

My jaw dropped. Professor William was one of my lecturers, specifically concerned with Film, Screenwriting and Directory. I had purposefully attended his classes due to my interest in screenwriting.

Professor Williams had great connections when it came to the Film industry, and his Internship applications were quite famous. Over 300 students participated in the applications, but he always chose only ten successful participants.

Most of the crowd had broken apart, so I rushed over, heart thumping loudly in my ears. Slowly, I scanned through every name, until I came face to face with my own name as it came last.

The list had ten people on it and I was successfully among them. I couldn't believe my good luck as I walked away from the notice board in a joyful daze.

I had actually done it. I was going to be an intern in one of Hollywood's most successful companies.

I can't wait to tell Valerie, I thought. The two of us had actually gotten closer not only in work lives but private lives too.

I would probably invite her over tonight to celebrate my acceptance. Neither of us had to work any shifts tonight. As my grin widened, I walked back to my room, excited to prepare for my celebration.

This was after all, my first major achievement.

A week after, and my internship began. Valerie had been there to help me get ready, and she had really been helpful. I don't think I had made any choices responsible for how I looked today.

I had initially picked out a casual outfit, well matched with a pair of office flats, but Valerie had taken one look at me and demanded that I change.

She had picked out a navy blue pencil skirt and a silk white long sleeved shirt with ruffles at the arms. She had done my makeup, chosen out some pearl earrings from her purse and completed my look a not too high pair of wedges.

The outfit was a little extra, but Valerie had mentioned that it was always better to make good impressions on the first day.

It had worked. As soon as I had arrived, a few number of people had complimented me, and it had boosted my confidence and melted down my nerves a little.

This having been my first day here, everything had gone on quite smoothly even though nothing eventful had taken place yet.

That changed a few hours later. I had only gotten back from serving coffee to a few seniors, only to find commotion. Everyone seemed to be seeing something at the same time, and it was quite had to catch onto what was actually the problem.

I caught sight of Dr. Simmons, a director of one of the top notch night shows, screaming down at someone. He was red in the face, and looked like he would blow any minute.

"What do you mean she's not here yet? He's been waiting fifteen minutes already and we're only left with a few minutes to air."

Unintelligible muttering

"Of course, he would get here on time. He's a professional and a respectable gentleman. Everyone wouldn't be in love with him if he was a disrespectful piece of sh*t."

Unintelligible muttering

"We can't waste time anymore. We have to find someone else to interview him."

At that, everyone in the vicinity perked up and the director's eyes zeroed in on everyone that was hovering inside the room. Suddenly he locked eyes with me. He racked his eyes over me, up and down, and then he was pointing to where I stood.

"You. Over there. Come here."

"Yes sir."

I wasted no time as I sped over to him. His PA, I could only assume, raked his eyes over and then looked over to the director.

"B-but sir, we can't use her. She's only an intern on her first day. . ."

"Shut up Thomas, we're out of time and we're in relying on his patience. Now get her ready or else, we'll be receiving public backlash if this interview doesn't air today. So deal with it."

"Yes, sir." Turning to me, he gestured. "Let's go. We don't have time."

In no time, my hair had been let down and straightened, my makeup had been fully redone and my clothes had been changed too.

Thomas, the PA gave me a few pointers on how everything had to go and that I only needed to follow a script.

Since we were already late and everything was being rushed, I had no time to meet the 'celebrity of the night '

That was, until we were both on set. I froze, watching the man confidently walked up to me and shaking my head.

If I had earlier known, I would have chickened out and begged the director to find someone else, because the celebrity of the night was none other than Dean Costello.

****

I was grateful that the interview had been successful, but as soon as the recording had stopped, I had immediately changed back into my clothes and rushed out of that building.

While I had frozen up and stared at him like a broken ice cream machine, Dean had been calm and graceful. He hadn't given off anything to let me know that he had recognized me, so that had somewhat calmed my nerves.

I was relieved to say the least. Maybe he hadn't recognized me after all. The first night we had both met, I had been caked in quite an amount of makeup and glitter, today though, my makeup had been much lighter and feminine.

I was stupid to think that I would never have to run into him ever again. I mean, although it was my first day, I was currently an intern in one of the biggest companies in the entertainment industry.

Of course celebrities would roam the building for shows, interviews and the likes. It was common sense.

Urgghhh. So stupid.

That said, Dean hadn't given off anything, and had behaved naturally the whole time. While it pleased me that there was a greater chance that he hadn't realized who I was, I tiny part of me was disappointed.

How could he forget, especially after he had kissed me like that? How could I forget when he had been my first kiss. The memories suddenly flooded in, and my face began to heat up.

"Ophelia, get over yourself."

I willed myself to sleep, and since this was a middle of the week night, I only had to work tables, which meant that I didn't have to go in early. After my short number, I would only have to clock in at the club at either 10:00 or 11:00 in the night. No later than that.

I woke up refreshed and energized, and if anything, I was looking forward to meeting Valerie and telling her much about today.

But that would only happen after work was complete. Valerie happened to be busy tonight, considering she had a two hour sensations in the private rooms, and a stage performance.

Surprisingly, there was quite a number of customers but I found myself spacing out. I kept on thinking about today's interview. I couldn't take my mind off him, and it was leaving me quite distracted.

"Ouch."

I rubbed my forward, as I stared at Candy, one of the twins as she guiltly smiled at me. She had flicked my forehead and it was a little painful. "Why did you do that?"

"Sorry, I've been calling your name for ages, but you seem out of it. Are you really sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I promise I'm alright. So, what's up?"

She gave me a look, but answered me anyway. "It's Hans. Go see him in his office."

"I heard you were calling for me." I walked into Hans' office as soon as he let me in. As always, Miss Gazelle stood beside him. She had confirmed my suspicions about them. They two were a couple.

Hans looked up from his paperwork and his girlfriend smiled up at me. "I know it wasn't on today's program, but a customer request for your services in the private rooms."

"Oh. I can deal with that."

"Good. Now go on. He's waiting for you already."

"Room number?"

"It's the same as the last one. VVIP 201."

My heart was thumping as I got closer to the private rooms. What if he was here again? Was it coincidence that it was the same room from last time?

I shook my head. I was thinking too much.

In no time, I was at the door. I hesitated, but I let myself in. As soon as I did, I could only wonder if I was hallucinating.

"W-what are you doing here?"

I couldn't believe it. Dean was really here.

"I came to see you of course. You were very stunning this afternoon by the way."

With that, he had confirmed my fears. So he really had known it was me this whole time. I wanted to flee the room right now but I was sure that wouldn't please Hans.

"Is that why you came? To confront me about today?"

"Of course not." He was stalking towards me and I hadn't missed the way his eyes had kept on lowering as he stared at my body. "I came to see you."

I was cornered, and he had already sneaked an arm across my waist.

"Why?" I couldn't help but ask.

"So that I can do this."

He closed the distance between us, and his lips were sealing against mine.