26 April 2013

Girl’s Night Out

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By Kelli Scott

I don’t have as many Girl’s Nights Out as I should. I think it’s therapeutic to ditch the guys and let your hair down with your gal pals.

I’m normally a bit of a homebody. Case in point—three co-workers of mine quit around the same time. I attended two out of three of the going away parties, much to everyone’s surprise. They probably placed bets that I wouldn’t attend any festivities because I’m the woman who skipped the Christmas party two years in a row and the annual company picnic. I’ve declined church invites and Mary Kay parties. My interactions with co-workers are usually limited to work hours, Facebook and Words With Friends.

So when the disclaimer on my latest short story for The Edge claims to be a work of fiction—it is. I don’t get together with my girlfriends and have pillow fights in my sheer teddy like every guy’s fantasy. Nor do we sit around sipping cocktails and watching porn (well there was that one time, but I was young and it wasn’t my idea and nothing happened). I’ve also never tried out an assortment of sex toys with my besties. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. Or you can simply read about it.

How about you? Do you enjoy a night out with the girls?

Pajama Party blurb: 
When longtime friends, Tracy, Ashlin and Dara head to Las Vegas for a mini vacation and a little female bonding, the plan is simple: cut loose, drink a little, dance a lot, gamble and take in a male strip show. Once they’ve checked those activities off their itinerary, the three gals improvise and make a new plan. A pajama party that takes a turn—not for the worse—for the wild. With the help of a bag of sex toys, they put themselves on each other’s to-do list with some unexpected results that might test the bonds of their friendship, changing the dynamics forever.

Pajama Party excerpt: 
“Tell us about your new business venture.”
“Me!” Ash’s heart pounded. She shook her head. I wish I’d never mentioned it. Why did Dara, who, by the way, never worked an honest day in her life, have to make a big production out of everything? When Juli’s birthday bash got the ax, the only things left to celebrate were Tracy’s divorce, which struck her as more of a tragedy than a triumph, and Ash’s new job. “It’s…it’s a little…um…a little naughty.”
“I’ll take a dozen,” Dara said. “Whatever it is. Make that two dozen.”
Ash and Tracy both laughed. Dara had a way of setting everyone at ease with her blanket acceptance of…well…everything. Tracy, the queen of suburbia on the other hand, would not be so tolerant.
Ash had no idea how she’d gotten roped into Sexy Siren Solutions after losing her last dull job as a technical writer for procedural manuals. Yes, she had a degree in marketing, minoring in education. And no one, especially her, could argue that she spent much too much spare time masturbating. As a matter of fact, she’d discovered the job opening while perusing the SSS website for a new and more reliable vibrator after the old one bit the dust. Old being a relative term.
“Out with it.” Tracy giggled. “We won’t judge—much.”
Ash squared her shoulders. “I’m the new Marketing Liaison for Sexy Siren Solutions.”
“Whoo hoo!” Dara exclaimed. “Can you get me a friends and family discount on a butt plug?”
“Wait now.” Tracy held her hands up as if Ash were a hungry lioness needing to be reasoned with. “What have you gotten yourself into? What exactly is Sexy Siren Solutions?”
Swallowing a lump in her throat, she knew Tracy wouldn’t be as open-minded as Dara. And her opinion meant the world to Ash. She spent too much time wishing she was single and independent like Juli, married and independent like Dara, or divorced and starting out fresh like Tracy. Being anyone other than her boring self struck her as improvement.
“It’s one of those home dildo parties, right?” Dara high-fived her. “Nice work if you can get it, girl.”
Tracy scowled. “Like Tupperware for nymphomaniacs?”


  1. I love Kelli Scott's Edge books and I will definitely enjoy reading this.

  2. Thank you, Sheri. I'm working on another as we speak :)