"Bellissima! " he said, kissing her on both cheeks. "You make my dress come alive, darling. Now, go and be fabulous." And with that, it was time. The adrenaline rush that always accompanied a catwalk show kicked in, and Anna Lamb slipped through the white curtain and onto the runway.

The superstar model entered to rapturous applause. She could feel the heat of the dazzling lights-the runway was at least five degrees warmer than backstage. Damn! Anna hoped that her nipples wouldn't lose their erect pertness. She was very aware that Joey's eyes would be fixed on her tits in this dress and that he would be disappointed if he didn't see two bullet-hard nipples poking through the sheer fabric. Through the white-hot glare she could just about make out the people in the front row. They read like a Who's Who of the international fashion scene. Magazine editors from all five continents sat knee-to-knee with movie stars. But Anna only had eyes for Joey, and, executing her signature stride down the length of the runway, she scanned the sea of beautiful faces for her lover. Suddenly she could see him there at the end of the catwalk. She took in the familiar pale skin, the mop of black hair, beautiful high cheek-bones, and hint of shadow under his dark eyes. They'd had no time to sleep last night. He was holding up what looked like a small mobile phone. Anna was touched. The world's fashion press here, she thought, and he still wants to get a shot of me on his camera phone.

At the end of the runway, she was only inches away from Joey. She inhaled his familiar smell-whisky mingled with the expensive aftershave she liked him to wear. Then he held up the little device in his hand. That wasn't a mobile phone. She wanted to ask him what was going on, but she had to stay professional. Puzzled, she thrust her hips forward and gave her trademark pout. As she did so, Joey pressed a button on his gadget. The panties suddenly began to buzz, sending urgent waves of stimulation to Anna's clit. She was so shocked she nearly lost her composure. Her body oozed lust, and her mind was reeling. He'd bought those remote-control panties they'd seen in that sex shop! Holy shit! And now he was using them to tease her before a potential audience of millions. The dirty fucker. The clever, clever boy.