Star Slave by Nicole Dere Page A

little.’
    In spite of her embarrassment and uncertainty, Felicity giggled in complicity.
    Upstairs, in a large and splendidly appointed bathroom, the tall figure astonished her even further by saying, with an uncharacteristic and enchantingly demure look, ‘I say, honey, would you mind just turning away for a moment? I’m full of hang-ups, and I just can’t pee if someone’s watching. Just for a sec.’
    Felicity blushed and obligingly turned away, trying not to look at the blurred reflection which showed up in the comer of her eye from one of the long mirrors. She heard the soft rasp of silk sliding over skin, then the startlingly loud sound of rushing liquid hitting the pan. Another rustle of adjusting clothing, then the flush of the lavatory.
    â€˜There!’ Magda gave a throaty little laugh. ‘You can look again, sugar.’ She was respectably covered in the black dress. She stood at the washbasin and nodded at the toilet pedestal. ‘Your turn. I won’t peek either, I promise.’
    â€˜Oh, don’t worry, it won’t bother me,’ Felicity answered, far more breezily than she felt. ‘I’ve shared too many cramped dressing rooms in various flea pit theatres up and down the country to retain any false modesty.’ Nevertheless, she could feel herself pinking as she unbuttoned her jeans and wriggled as she lowered them to her thighs, before sitting on the still warm seat.
    She finished and remained seated while she reached down between her thighs and carefully wiped herself with a wad of the quilted toilet tissue. Suddenly Magda was standing directly in front of her, so close that their toes touched and Felicity could not stand up.
    â€˜I’m glad about that,’ Magda said, her stirring voice deeper than ever. She reached down and took hold of Felicity’s hands.
    The trapped girl stared up helplessly. ‘I’m not gay,’ she said, her voice trembling. ‘Despite what you might have heard. They’re only rumours—’
    â€˜That’s not what Stella Priest says,’ Magda interrupted, and Felicity crimsoned. Tears filled her eyes at her betrayal. ‘It’s nothing to be ashamed of, sugar,’ continued Magda. ‘I’m delighted to hear it.’
    â€˜I’m not - I’ve never...’
    â€˜Oh yes, you have,’ purred Magda, with that treacle laugh. ‘And you enjoyed it. But I can give it like you’ve never had it before. I’ll make that blonde tit sucker look like a girl scout who’s just found out there’s another hole besides the one you piss out of!’
    Tears dripped from Felicity’s chin onto her T-shirt, where they spread as though soaking through blotting paper. ‘Let me go,’ she said weakly.
    Magda pulled her to her feet, and Felicity felt her jeans and tiny knickers tangled about her knees. Her T-shirt came down to her tummy button only.
    â€˜Don’t fight it, sugar,’ Magda urged. ‘Just relax and revel in it.’
    Any strength or will to resist drained from Felicity.
    Magda took her in her arms and gently laid her down on the cold tiles. She lifted her limp legs and eased the jeans and briefs clear. The thong sandals fell off as she did so.
    â€˜Don’t... please...’ Felicity whispered, gazing up, the tears shining in her eyes. ‘I can’t fight you. You’re too strong.’
    â€˜Relax, baby,’ the seductive tones murmured. ‘Magda won’t hurt you. Magda will show you heaven.’ She reached behind, drew down the zip of her tight dress, then stood and wriggled to ease it down over her hips and thighs.
    Felicity stared up, captivated by the statuesque beauty exposed to her. The long thighs were full, rounded with muscle, yet tapering in perfect harmony with the shapeliness of the splendid limbs. The breasts jutted proudly over her, held in the satin confines of a black bra, the lace edged cups of which