Star Slave by Nicole Dere

didn’t get her goat any more. Past caring, Felicity had gone along with Stella’s idea that they should declare their relationship. Should come out, as it were.
    â€˜As long as Michael doesn’t find out,’ she’d temporised urgently.
    â€˜No, just for the crew, angel,’ Stella had crooned. ‘Any rumours get around outside and we’ll swear it’s just PA trying to gain some kudos. But it’ll be one in the eye for Tosser Ted and his merry band.’
    So, that day they had both appeared on set without their robes, arms linked in a manner that went beyond the suggestive. ‘Felicity’s decided at last,’ Stella announced, with a dazzling smile. ‘If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.’
    And that would appear to be that. Felicity still worried a great deal about Michael, though. As circumspectly as she could, she had tried to prepare him for the explosive release on screen in the coming November.
    â€˜It’s pretty searing stuff,’ she’d told him, choosing her moment as auspiciously as she could, as they lay in post-coital tranquillity in his bed. ‘They’ve even got me having an orgasm on screen, God help me.’
    He did his best to take it in his stride, but she could see how uneasy he was about the whole thing.
    â€˜You won’t let it make any difference to us, will you?’ she pouted, winsomely. ‘It’s only acting, darling. This is the real me. Nobody in the whole world’s ever seen me except you.’ As she spoke, she reached under the blankets and captured his penis, which stirred at once from its limp reclining across his thigh. Her dark head dipped lower, disappeared beneath the sheet, and she felt the satiny touch of his helm leap to meet her kiss. However unquiet his brain might feel about her bodily exposure in public, his prick had not seemed in the least bit reluctant to show its admiration...
    Felicity’s gaze encountered the coolly amused stare of her cousin, part of the group they had joined. That was another surprise, finding that he was included in the invitation to Burnopside Hall.
    â€˜I didn’t know you even knew Lord B,’ Felicity had marvelled when, two days after Michael had once more vanished into the northern wilds on business for the week, his place in her bed and between her thighs had been taken by John once more.
    He’d lifted his head from her flat stomach, and grinned. ‘I don’t. Apart from meeting him at that launching do for your porno flic. And on the set that time. Perhaps he just wants to keep it in the family.’
    â€˜Keep what?’ she’d wondered, then gasped as her cousin’s skilful hand sought out the sticky folds of her labia and prised them open to insert a wickedly knowledgeable finger into her ready crevice...
    She gasped again as Magda’s large hand slid over her hip to stroke the contours of her taut bottom within her white jeans. They had been worn as a last minute gesture of independence when, making arrangements over the phone for her and John to be collected by car, Lord B had chuckled, ‘And be sure to wear that outrageous little frock you wore at the launch, my dear.’
    Too many people seemed to be running her life at the moment, Felicity thought mutinously. She was still inwardly smarting at the way Stella had taken total control since they’d become lovers. She was showing all the tendencies of a bossy paramour, even down to selecting Felicity’s underwear for her. However, the frock in question was in her suitcase upstairs and she would put it on for dinner later. Just now that hand casually resting on her backside and steering her across the room was causing her far more concern.
    â€˜Let’s go and powder our noses, sweetheart,’ Magda whispered. ‘Away from all these panting men folk. You’ll give them a coronary if you’re not careful. We’ll let them cool off a