Star of the Show (Violet Visions) (English Edition) [Kindle-editie] beoordelingen het boek quotes

Jonni Marlow sat at his dressing table. The face in the mirror was slowly taking on the appearance of an alien queen, a creature from another planet that held the future of her people in the palm of her hand.He smiled slightly and released a long sigh. At last he had reached the pinnacle of his career. He had managed to acquire the lead role in Alien Queen, a Carl Montgomery production. A shiver of disbelief washed through his insides. It was all too wonderful to realize. “But I did it.”He shook the powder puff, ridding the pouf of excess talc before running the brush over his face and setting the bisque colored foundation he had just applied. Turning his head from side to side, he inspected the shadow line arching along his chiseled jaw. Satisfied that all traces of beard were covered sufficiently, he turned his attention to making up his eyes. He chose lavender shadow and a matching pencil and began creating the sultry look he imagined Queen Niven might wear.His career as a female impersonator had spanned ten years—ten years of hard work and dedication to the fine art of voice study and body sculpting. He shifted slightly on the padded stool, crossing one bare leg over the other. His body was finely toned, long ropy muscles sculpted to resemble feminine curves and fleshy bulges. He slid one palm along his side, easing it across his hip and onto his thigh. His touch generated a want inside him. He lowered his hand to the tiny silk bikini panty covering his crotch and skimmed his fingertips across his aroused cock. It lay beneath the silky covering growing hard at his mere thought of the curtain rising on stage and he being poised as the Alien Queen Niven on her elaborate throne.He pulled in a shaky breath and closed his eyes, envisioning the audience’s reaction to seeing him sitting on the alien throne. Surely every male in the audience will want me.The idea that he could arouse men he didn’t even know, spiraled through his insides. Perhaps that was why he had become an actor in the first place—to arouse the beast inside every male he encountered. He chuckled and resumed his work to create the perfect face for Queen Niven. He pursed his lips and applied a generous slathering of vivid purple lipstick.He stared at himself in the mirror. There was noise beyond his dressing room door—noise that garnered his attention and warned of the haste with which the stage crew readied the opening scene. He could close his eyes and imagine the burly stagehands, their muscles tight and firm, as they moved the scenery into place. He could hardly wait to take his place on the elaborate throne and watch the curtain rise.He forced his attentions back to preparing himself for his debut. Makeup in place, he turned his attention to the hard cock in his lap. It pushed invitingly against the silk covering confining it, distracting him from getting dressed. He lowered his palm and covered it, feeling the sensation of warmth surrounding the long shaft.