She's a Star (a Hollywood Hotwife story) by Max Sebastian Read Free Book Online Page B

about how everyone on the movie loved her, how Aaron Simpson couldn’t get enough of her, about various fictional movie offers that were coming her way as a result of her current role. There were also the bad stories, though at this stage they were more amusing to Hayley than anything. Stories about her having a bad hair day, when actually she’d been pictured in between shooting scenes where her hair had been meant to be that way. There were the fake family stories about some fictional uncle who was struggling with alcoholism, forcing Hayley to fly back to visit him and lend him her support every other week. There were the intrusive stories of what clothes Hayley was buying, what food she was eating, what music she was listening to.
    And some of it was her new publicist’s work, of course. Jake was working with Liona to build up Hayley’s profile, so that when it came to negotiating fees for her next movie project, she’d get more than a C-list nobody.
    There wasn’t much coverage even mentioning that Hayley was married—it seemed an aspect of her life that was simply ignored, with most pictures showing her with Aaron, or with other co-stars, hobnobbing with other celebrities where and when it happened. I was left out of the picture, though, and that was perfectly fine with me.
     
     
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    A couple days before production moved thousands of miles away to Europe, I came back to our hotel suite to find Hayley gazing in the mirror at herself, standing there in a pair of jeans and a black-and-white floral top, and for a moment I paused, not wanting her to know I could see her.
    Here was this “ordinary girl” that I’d always known, who was now shooting a major Hollywood movie opposite Aaron Simpson. Her life was changing beyond all recognition. Was she the same girl she’d always seen in the mirror?
    Her thumbs dipped beneath the waistband of her jeans, pulling them slightly down to reveal a band of midriff—and then, startling me a little as I watched—the top of her bush, the tidy patch of hair leading down to the delights beneath.
    While one of her hands held down the front of her jeans, she started stroking the soft hair on her mound with the other. Then she forced her jeans down a little more, and was stroking her muff with both hands, teasing the hairs with her fingers.
    I took another step up the stairs, and it duly creaked rather loudly underfoot.
    Hayley didn’t try to hide herself, or cover up what she’d been doing.
    She said, “Hey,” as though she’d known I was standing there watching her all the time.
    “Hey,” I said. “What’s up?”
    She pushed her jeans down, and I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Had she really gone commando for her latest read-through with Aaron Simpson?
    “I’m going to have to wax it,” she said, and I stepped up behind her to watch her stroking her pubic hair in the mirror.
    “For the movie?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    I felt a little ripple of arousal. She’d never waxed for me. But she was doing it so that when it came time to lie with Aaron Simpson, she was completely hairless down there. I guess she would have millions of people watching her when the movie came out, too. It was exciting to think of her doing something so intimate because she was going to show off her nakedness to other men. There was no other reason to wax her pussy other than to ensure that when other men saw it, it was a turn-on.
    I liked her having a little hair down there. But I couldn’t get away from the fact that it seemed more than slightly naughty for her to want to wax it, and not for my benefit as her husband. That had me going.
    I hugged her gently from behind, nuzzling into her neck, one of my hands slipping round to find its way to her mound, my fingers easing into the soft hair to replace her caresses there.
    “So you need to do this because it’s right for your character in the movie, right?” I smiled.
    “Something like that,” she said, and wriggled out of her