Faithless Dreams by C. R. Jane

Author:C. R. Jane [Jane, C. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-17T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

I put my focus back on what the Assistant Director is saying feeling more confident...feeling much better about this whole plan. Before I know it, I’m standing on the bar, ready to start shooting. Beckham is ushered out of a doorway nearby. I had watched some of his movies with him, and he had been amazing in all of them.

But it’s a different thing to see him transform in person. Suddenly it wasn't my gentle Beckham standing in the doorway watching me, it’s a dark intense man, danger emanating from every part of him. He watches me from the doorway, drinking from a tumbler full of dark whiskey. He seems to be savoring me more than the drink though.

I take a deep breath and reluctantly slip off the silk robe, handing it to a waiting assistant. The other girls are already undressed on the poles next to me.

Immediately I have to fight the urge to cover myself. I know that everyone in the room is looking at me, despite the fact that there are similarly clad women next to me.

But my eyes are only on Beckham. A deep wanting is written all over his face. Like he's seen something he wants to eat, and he won’t be able to rest until he has had a bite.

I really want him to have that bite.

I hear some of the men in the room talking back and forth, I'm sure saying an assortment of inappropriate comments. I see Beckham’s eyes gleam with a wave of possessiveness. He looks like he wants to run over to me and throw his jacket over me to cover me up from all the gawking eyes. I stand there awkwardly, now feeling heat not from embarrassment, but from desire. The Director’s Assistant finally calls out for everyone to be quiet on set.

"Action," is called out. I freeze for a moment, trying to remember what I’m supposed to be doing.

That's right, dancing provocatively.

I stare into Beckham’s eyes, and I will the rest of the room to disappear. I begin to move my hips leisurely. I walk in my stilettos seductively around the pole, holding eye contact with him as I do so. I try to remember any movie that I'd ever seen featuring strippers. I sink down and then stand back up slowly, pressing my body against the pole. I send a flirtatious glance at Beckham, who swallows, looking like he’s dying of thirst watching me.

I sneak a glance at the other girls, trying to make sure that my movements aren’t too far off from theirs. They were really going at it, trying to capture the attention of the movie star I suppose. I begin to move faster, exaggerating my movements. I fling myself around the pole, undulating my legs while I hang upside down. A gasp comes out of the crowd, and the director yells “Cut” in frustration.

"Who the fuck was that?" the director barks. He sends an obviously annoyed look around the room. "Quiet On Set” is called out again and then we start all over.

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