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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?
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?”
I love Kelli Scott's Edge books and I will definitely enjoy reading this.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sheri. I'm working on another as we speak :)
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