Anna parted her lips in a pretend-orgasm face that was only partly faked. After a few seconds, it was time for the model to stalk back up the runway, giving the audience a view of her back and giving her the opportunity to recover before her sex-flushed face gave everything away. Hugely aroused, she had trouble maintaining her carefree strut. With every step, the lace rubbed against her bare pudenda, and the vibrations sent a fresh wave of desire through her body. Christ, she could do without peaking here on the catwalk. Her orgasms tended to be body-rocking, head-to-toe experiences in which she would arch her back and claw her hands at the air while her legs gave way beneath her. Then, just as suddenly as they had started, the vibrations stopped. They had gone, and Anna wanted more. She was completely under Joey's control.

Now, as she sashayed down the runway swathed in a red silk gown, Anna thought she was prepared for the vibrations in her panties, but the sight of Joey's face made her ache for his touch. He toyed with her, flipping the current on/off, on/off until Anna couldn't predict when the next jolt would come. But it didn't occur to Anna to remove the panties. She had never been afraid to play his game before, and she wasn't going to back down now, on their most daring and public round yet.

The third time, in a skinny black pantsuit, Anna was biting back tears of frustration from the lust that had built up. Joey turned the panties on as soon as she emerged, licking his lips as she stood before the audience, knees trembling, pussy so swollen she could barely walk, and the lubrication from between her legs threatening to stain Alessandro's couture trousers. She decided that maybe Joey's little gift of lingerie would have to go after all.