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you how bad I feel at the moment.’ She stopped twisting to escape his grip and let herself droop towards him, so that their brows met. ‘Anyway, be nice to me, John. You’re the only one I can talk to. I need comforting, old chum. Don’t be nasty to me, eh?’ She purred, moving her face against his, her lips nuzzling in tiny kisses about his mouth and chin.
    â€˜Why don’t you try it?’ he grinned, squinting at her. ‘You know what they say - don’t knock a thing until you’ve tried it.’
    She lifted her head, momentarily diverted. ‘What? With Stella? Get lost. I’m not lest’
    â€˜How do you know? You might love it. Have you ever tried it?’
    She blushed a little, remembering certain childhood experiences with school mates she’d never divulged to him. She shook her head vigorously. ‘Tell you what,’ he continued, in that same teasing tone, ‘just imagine I’m Stella, right? Or any other girl who takes your fancy.’
    She snorted in laughing protest, but he pushed her down on the sofa and began plucking at her slacks. He found the zip and opened her flies, revealing the little triangle of black silk which just covered her mound. He moved, leaning over her, beginning to nibble gently at her, and let his hand slide down inside the briefs, stretching them as his fingers stroked the wiry curls adorning her lower belly, then found the damp flesh beneath.
    She felt the spark of excitement kindling at once and shivered, stretching her feet out, slipping off the light sandals, her toes digging against the pile of the carpet. She could feel the tight silk cutting her as his hand worked more vigorously, and her labia swelled and parted a little. Crazily, her mind reran the scene on set once more, then switched as her imagination got to work. She was shocked at herself to find that the figure she visualised was an older woman, the crisply attractive Yvonne Lightman, her agent.
    â€˜Don’t,’ she moaned, closing her eyes, sinking back into the cushions, her feet stirring in helpless little kicking movements. His hand was dragging the pants down off her pubis, which was on view now. His curling fingers were working, inside her, and she was growing ever more wet and roused at this powerful stimulation. She could feel her trousers scratching at her hips, and she lifted her buttocks slightly when he tugged at them, aiding him as he slipped them clear of her flanks. He left them dragging like bonds midway down her thighs, and she whimpered, ashamed at her melting hunger, the wetness, and the squelching of his fingers inside her. She felt helpless and humiliated by this undignified sprawl, lying back, her pants down at her knees, her knickers at half-mast.
    â€˜Undress me properly,’ she gasped, and impotently hated his mockingly victorious laugh.
    â€˜I’m going to gobble you all up, little chicken,’ he murmured.
    She felt him pushing her thighs open until her legs were straining against the slacks, which did indeed cling like restraints, so that she imagined herself to be in bondage to the mystical figure consuming her. The fingers moved with wicked knowledge, seeking the most intimate responses of her secret flesh. Then he slid to the floor and his head dipped. His tongue glided over the pale flesh of her thighs, and then lapped at the salty fissure into which his fingers delved.
    â€˜No!’ she wept, lost on the frenzied rush of sensation that swept her along to its shattering crescendo.
Chapter Four
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    The silence throbbed with a charge of erotic excitement. A shaft of brilliant white light arced down onto the marble centre of the room, following exactly the contours of the four-pointed black star. Beyond the pure whiteness of the light was an impenetrable blackness, yet there was the sense of unseen presences; watching... waiting. Even the slim figure at the centre of the spectacle, whose eyes were covered by a