The Big Book of Orgasms

There is so much going on for today’s post I hardly know where to begin. I’m proud to announce that my first inclusion in a print anthology has been in Cleis Press’s recent release, The Big Book of Orgasms: 69 Sexy Stories, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. Since I began writing, I have been independently publishing straight to eBook, so this is a big first step for me into the world of “big girl publishing.”

Somewhat Related Teaser: I have another story in an unrelated print anthology, coming soon through another publisher, but I can’t talk details yet. 😉 I can say that fans of my work and of femdom BDSM will be very pleased, though!

Today I’ve got an interview with Rachel, an excerpt from my story, and a giveaway. I don’t know how much more you could possibly want out of one blog post! And just look at this cover. I’m getting hot just looking at it.

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Interview:

Hi Rachel! Thanks so much for the interview. How did you start out as a writer, and what led to your transition to editing?

I’ve always written, since I was little, in one form or another. My earliest published writings were letters to the editor. I started writing erotica in 1999 at the tail end of attending law school. I got into editing erotica based on writing it; I was first asked to co-edit an anthology and then from there to edit my own and now get to pitch brainstorm and pitch my own ideas for anthologies that focus on topics I’m interested in, such as spanking. I like doing both because writing is so solitary and involves being so utterly in my head, and even though I also do my editing alone at my computer, it involves interacting with other people and discovering and getting to publish writing I never in a million years could have written myself.

I’m really excited about the release of The Big Book of Orgasms: 69 Sexy Stories. What was the inspiration for this anthology?

It was sort of a mashup of two other books I’d edited that readers liked, Orgasmic, which features 25 stories featuring female protagonists and Gotta Have It, which also features 69 short stories of 1,200 words or less. That book was a new format, smaller and more compact, so I and Cleis Press thought it would be interesting to combine them, but this time expand beyond just female orgasms and female authors. I like having the opportunity to work with three times as many authors as I do in a typical anthology. It also made me value each and every word, since the stories are all short, those words have to do a lot more work to create a full story with a beginning, middle and end and still be arousing and on the theme of orgasm. I also love the variety of writing styles and characters and settings and orgasms and creativity, as well as hearing which stories resonate with which readers. There are some very loving tender stories and some extremely kinky ones, there’s heterosexual, bisexual, lesbian, gay, transgender, and I’m not even sure how to classify the gender change in “Remote Control” by Logan Zachary.

Will there be book readings/signings, and when/where?

There will be a San Francisco reading (https://www.facebook.com/events/186231794893318/) on November 6th at Good Vibrations at 1620 Polk Street at 6:30, with me and 9 contributors, Lily K. Cho, Malin James, Crystal Jordan, Sinclair Sexsmith, Donna George Storey, B.D. Swain, Virgie Tovar, Jade A. Waters and Xan West , and one in New York on January 3 at reading series Between the Covers (http://betweenthecoversnyc.wordpress.com/) at the Museum of Sex at 233 Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, with me, yourself, Andreas Amsterdam, Jeremy Edwards, Drew Griffiths, Thea Landen, Lillian Ann Slugocki, Suleikha Snyder and possibly a few others. [Yes, I’ll be reading live in New York City! If you’ve been wanting to meet me, this is the time and place to do it! -LL] That’s all as of right now, though I’m looking for a way to host a virtual book party and if I can round up enough authors I’d love to do another reading. I’ll also be teaching erotic writing workshops in the next few months in Albuquerque, Austin, Portland, Maine and New York, and workshops March 14th for CatalystCon (http://catalystcon.com/register/pre-con/ ) attendees.

Do you think you’ll always be an erotica writer? Are there other genres in which you’re interested?

I’ve always told myself that if I get bored writing erotica I’ll quit, but that hasn’t happened yet. Sometimes I write more or less erotica, but I always come back to it and love the moment of insight when a new story idea comes to me. I do hope to write a young adult novel and possibly branch out, but as of now erotica and erotic romance are the only fiction I’ve written, though I also do a lot of essays and journalism, which I think helps balance me.

I get this question myself a lot. Do you have any advice for aspiring erotica writers?

Write in a style that’s true to you about characters and topics you’re interested in. Be aware of but don’t pander to the market. Everyone’s sexuality is different and the more you can tease out your own voice and style and passion, the more that will come through in the writing. I’d also encourage people to utilize any specialized knowledge they have about the world and find a way to incorporate that into your erotica. For instance, I’ve played in a lot of chess tournaments, so I’ve used that as a setting for an erotica story. Use as much sensory detail as you can, without giving just a literal play by play, and use all five senses. Make the reader care about the characters not just when they’re having sex, but before and after; that will make the sex scenes more rewarding, powerful and memorable.

Is there anything special you do to celebrate once a project is finished, be it a story, novel, or anthology?

I don’t do anything special per se, but I am always very relieved when I hit send on a story submission or an anthology manuscript. Then I’m usually on to the next thing.

“Write drunk, edit sober.” True or false?

Save for extremely rare occasions, I don’t drink, so I don’t write drunk. Though there are definitely times when I’m in a bit of a writing trance, because I’ll later look at a story I’ve written and wonder where it came from and how I wrote it.

I think it’s like that for any kind of artist, despite the medium. I’ve experienced it myself countless times. I think there’s a reason why the ancient Greeks believed in Muses, and that “trance” is it. Anyway, final question. What was it like writing for Penthouse Variations?

I was an editor for over 7 years at Penthouse Variations. That was my first magazine job and it taught me so much about being a careful and sometimes ruthless editor, about how to gloss a topic and do it justice, and about the variety of fetishes and kinks out there.

Excerpt from “Icing on the Cake,” by Lula Lisbon, one of 69 stories in The Big Book of Orgasms:

I knew she had something devilish planned, but I couldn’t imagine what it might be. It was my birthday, and she’d baked me cupcakes; I was to report to her on my knees at her door as per usual. She loved to toy with my orgasms, denying them, forcing them, coming up with any number of ways to make them humiliating for me and exciting for her. For two full weeks she’d denied me release, and it had been hard—very hard. Teasing me, testing me, she’d sent me pictures of her body, described in detail what she wanted to do to me, how she wanted me to please her. I wasn’t allowed to touch my cock, because she wanted me ready to celebrate my birthday.

I’d unintentionally disobeyed her around the one-week mark. In a vivid dream, she fucked my ass hard with her purple strap-on, something she only did as a reward when I’d been very good. Her fingernails dug into my hips, and when I felt her starting to come inside me, screaming her delight, I couldn’t hold myself back.

When I opened my eyes, still feeling the delicious pulsing in my balls, there was a pool of creamy come on my abs and chest. My heart sank. I wanted to call her and immediately confess, but I already knew what her orders would be. Filled with guilt, I dipped my fingers in, a kid stealing a taste from the mixing bowl, once, twice, again, until it was all gone.

Giveaway:

Enter to win a free copy of The Big Book of Orgasms by posting one of your favorite lines from one of my short stories (not from the excerpts online, that’s cheating!) into the comments section. Hint: I have one free story, so purchase isn’t required, but I have lots of other stories from which to choose, starting at only $2.99, if you’d like to support an independent author! Fine print: Cleis Press will have final say over the winner and distribution of prizes. Retail value of prize: Kindle version $9.99, print version $12.34. Deadline: November 30, 2013.

NEW RELEASE: Diaries of a Dirty Dancer #2, Foot Fetish Lapdance

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BLURB: Three years as an exotic dancer left author Lula Lisbon with a head full of steamy stories! In this semi-autobiographical entry of Dirty Diaries, Lula has a shy customer named Jay who’s always dreamt of worshipping a dominant woman’s feet, but previous girlfriends had only been disgusted by his fetish. He’s never had the chance to live his fantasy, until Lula takes full advantage of the situation.

EXCERPT:

“Hmm?” I demanded, pinching the point of his chin to bring his attention back to me. I couldn’t make out the whispered answer. “I can’t hear you!”

“I want to kiss your feet,” he repeated. The blush was deeper on his cheeks, his whole body a disclaimer of his abject humiliation. I smiled, a shark circling its prey.

“What else?”

“I want to kiss them… lick them… suck your beautiful toes, feel them on my face, my chest, my—” he stopped himself.

“Your co**?” I provided helpfully. He plucked at his sleeve once more, saying nothing. His discomfort, strangely enough, both melted me and turned me on. I wanted to change that about him, to make him revel in his desire instead of fear it.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered. “Unstrap my heels and place them neatly to the side. If you’re good, you might just get what you want so badly.”

His eyes jumped to mine, wondering, questioning. He read only cool intent in my face, none of the disdain he seemed to expect; and with that, he visibly relaxed. He dropped into a kneel, bending his head over my ankles as he reverently undid the tiny buckles and slid each elegant size 7 off — first one, then the other, leaving me in just my sheer black stockings. He rubbed one crimson-polished toenail through the fine nylon with his thumb, hips jerking almost imperceptibly, but I was watching for it.

The perspiration had evaporated from my skin by this point, but my stockings were still damp. I wanted to see how far I could take the scene, and I was determined to test his limits. When he started to massage my foot, though, I was surprised at how good it felt, especially at the end of a long shift. Momentarily distracted, I moaned a little, sinking deeper into the couch. He squirmed, glancing up at my face, and his fingers paused in their movements.

“Don’t stop, it feels amazing.” Jay smiled a little, resuming the massage and tracing the high arch of my foot with the balls of his thumbs, then with his knuckles. As he worked, I ran my other stockinged foot along his arm, down his side, and across his lap. I could feel the thick bulge of his hard-on through his slacks, and made a purr of pleasure. “Looks like you think so too. You feel so scrumptious underneath my toes.” He moaned when I wiggled them against his cock, but my foot only lingered there for a few seconds before I took it away again. “I’ve been working hard all night,” I said conversationally. “I’m still sweaty, including my feet.” I put my foot on his cheek, and he flinched away. “What, suddenly you’re turned off? I can’t really believe that. Don’t lie to me. I know you’re into it.”

Jay closed his eyes, reluctantly surrendering, but leaning hard into the sole of my foot. “You’re right,” he said quietly. “I’m just so used to pretending that I — well, never mind. I love the smell, especially after she’s had a long day.” He adjusted himself in his pants, and I saw that his bulge had grown. “I can’t help it, your pheromones drive me crazy.” I traced his lips with my toe, working my way into his mouth. His tongue flicked against my skin and I drew in a sharp breath.

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New Release: Cinderella: A BDSM Retelling

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I’ve been a busy little smutbeaver, indeed! I’ve been working on this story for quite some time, and it’s been demanding to grow bigger and bigger than I ever expected. Originally envisioned at about 15,000 words, it is over 21,000 words! My first novella and my longest work to date. I’m very happy with it. Fans of femdom, sissification, feminization, fantasy erotica, magical strap-ons, and amusing Fairy Kink Mothers will enjoy this one.

Cinderella: A BDSM Retelling is now available at Smashwords, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Rainbow eBooks, and soon available on Sony, Diesel, and iTunes.

BLURB:

Dominas Arabelle and Druscilla Ravyn’s talented apprentice, Cinderella, wants to become a Mistress, but the cruel stepsisters thwart her at every turn. When famous rock star Kink-Bottom Prince is seeking a new Mistress from all those in the City, poor Cinderella doesn’t think she stands a chance. But a kind Fairy Kink Mother magically appears to help Cinderella win her Prince’s collar — and heart.

This 21,000+ word erotic novella contains menage, femdom, a submissive rock star getting fucked in front of his fans, spanking, whipping, magical strap-ons that come to life, pegging, face-sitting, forced feminization and sissification, a self-satisfied Fairy Kink Mother, squirting, fisting, exhibitionism, comedy relief, and much more!

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT:

“Stand up, let me look at you,” the Fairy said in a no-nonsense yet kindly tone. She circled Cinderella with the critical hawk’s eye of an exclusive haute couture designer, tapping one front tooth with an immaculately manicured fingernail in thought. “Hmm… yes, I believe I have just the thing in mind. We’ll take care of everything all at once. Close your eyes, now.” The Fairy Kink Mother pulled a handful of something out of her bag and blew it gently over Cinderella’s head. A shower of what felt like the softest down feathers swirled around her, caressing every curve of her nude body. When at last the dancing zephyr of feathers stopped, Fairy Kink Mother bade her open her eyes. Cinderella gasped. The pain from her beating was gone, and her skin was now covered in living, gleaming gold that sparkled and shone with even the slightest movement.

“Some Fairy Kink Mothers might let you go just like that, because admittedly you are magnificent as you are. But I didn’t win the prestigious honor of Fairy Kink Mother of the Year six years running from doing only the bare minimum… if you’ll pardon the pun!” She laughed at her own witticism, but Cinderella was too overwhelmed to say a word.

“Oh, my stars, I nearly forgot the most important part!” Again she reached into the ridiculously tiny bag and started to pull out golden straps attached to something. As with the other things, it seemed to start out doll-sized, and then grew to full size bit by bit as she pulled it out. The strangeness of this magic almost made Cinderella dizzy to behold. Now she saw that it was a strap-on harness, with an amazingly life-like cock complete with smooth balls attached. It all gleamed as golden as Cinderella’s skin did now, who accepted the Fairy’s proffered arm as she helped the girl step into the harness. It seemed to tighten by itself to fit Cinderella perfectly, and Fairy Kink Mother beamed with excitement.

“This isn’t any ordinary strap-on, my dear. Oh, no, no! This is so very special, and if I do say so myself, it may just be my most brilliant creation to date!” She caressed the shaft of the cock with one hand, and Cinderella had to bite back a moan of pleasure. She was shocked to realize that it felt as natural and as much a true part of her as if it were her own cock from birth! Just that one simple stroke from Kink Mother’s hand had been deliciously intriguing. “Ah, thus, now you see… when it is worn by you — and only you, I might add, as the magic is limited to one client — it will feel and react as if it were your own natural cock. Because, you see, with the magic, it truly is!” Fairy Kink Mother chortled with delight, clapping her hands like a little girl. “It’s a brilliant creation, isn’t it? Go on, touch it, see for yourself!”

Cinderella reached down to delicately caress the golden cock. It was flaccid, and as warm as her own body to the touch; but when she wrapped her fingers lightly around it, it twitched, and she gasped in delight. Moving her hand, admiring the erotic scene it made to have a cock of her very own, it wasn’t long before it grew to throbbing and rock-hard in her fist. She could feel both her pussy, wet with desire, and the thick cock in her hand dripping with pre-cum. The sensation was dizzying. Fairy Kink Mother swiped at the wet cock-head with one slim fingertip, raised it to her lips, and licked it clean.

“Delicious,” she said, giving Cinderella a saucy wink. “Kink-Bottom Prince will not have eyes — or mouth — for anyone else, I promise you.” Cinderella tugged down the miniskirt over her cock, admiring the bulge it made through the sheer gold fabric.

Call for Reviewers from Rachel Kramer Bussel re: The Big Book of Orgasms

Following is an announcement from Rachel Kramer Bussel, looking for reviewers for this upcoming anthology. It is my first print anthology and I’m very excited about it. If you’re interested, please contact her ASAP!

I wanted to let you know that I’m currently signing up Amazon reviewers for The Big Book of Orgasms, for print copies (US only) or Kindle editions – people should email me here at orgasmantho at gmail.com with either their U.S. mailing address for a hard copy with “Amazon” in the subject line or their email address for the Kindle edition with “Kindle” in the subject line. By doing so, they acknowledge they have an Amazon.com account they’ve made a purchase from before, and that they are willing to post their review within 6 weeks of receipt. All the details are in this blog post: http://www.lustylady.blogspot.com/2013/05/will-you-be-one-of-my-100-amazon.html and/or you can retweet this: https://twitter.com/BigBookofOrgasm/status/338806032723742720

If you follow @BigBookofOrgasm I will follow you back and will be posting more about it closer to the pub date. I’ll be accepting requests until I hit 100 copies.

Exciting New Updates!

It’s official! I have a story that will be published in a print anthology, my first! The story is called “Icing on the Cake.” It’s a short-short femdom story, previously unreleased since I wrote it specifically for that call. The book is titled The Big Book of Orgasm, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. It will be released in September 2013 by Cleis Press. I’m so excited! I’m hoping to get a few more pieces in print this year, while still working on my own indie published pieces as well.

Even the Universe is helping me celebrate… I found out about the official acceptance yesterday, and guess what happened today? I got a call telling me I won a happy hour party at this amazing oyster place in Philly. Could it be any more perfect? I will use the opportunity to eat lots of oysters, drink lots of beer, and announce my status as a print-published author. *happy dance*

In other news, author Carl East has listed me on his website. He is helping build visibility for erotica and erotica authors, and I’m honored that he personally invited me to be a part of it.

Last but not least, I’ve also released a 2-Pack bundle of my popular gay erotica, Pumping His Iron parts 1 and 2. Hot cover, no? 😉

Under the Covers with Lula Lisbon

So the lovely Ms. Carla Croft reviewed my popular Lesbian BDSM bundle a while ago, and she has graciously invited me back for an interview. Please go do check it out!

And speaking of covers, here is a cover reveal for what I’m finishing up in the next few days… Cinderella: A BDSM Retelling.

Cinderella is in the House of Mistresses Arabelle and Druscilla Ravyn, ostensibly as an apprentice to train as a Domme. The Ravyn twins, however, have little interest in letting their hardworking apprentice gain much knowledge, as she is far more useful as their house slave.

When the famous rock star, Kink-Bottom Prince, announces that he’s looking for a new live-in Mistress, the whole city is ecstatic. All the Mistresses of the best Houses have been invited to his exclusive play party, and all are hoping to catch his eye and win his service. After a particularly cruel beating for perceived pertness, Cinderella is distraught and hopeless that she will ever become a Domme herself.

But the sudden appearance of her very own magical Fairy Kink Mother is about to change all that, and she has just the vision to help Cinderella win the heart and collar of Kink-Bottom Prince himself!

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I’m getting the feeling people are enjoying my random photos and stuff so I’m probably going to be doing more of that. And I’m super excited about this so I’m going to share. A few months ago I got the Red Carpet Manicure Pro Gel Nail Kit, and I’m absolutely in love with it. Although I’m femme-identified, I don’t have the damn patience to be spending hours and hours a week on my appearance. If I can keep things fairly low maintenance, I’m a happy girl.

Over the summer I was seeing this woman and I was pretty upset when we broke up. What can I do to cheer myself up, I wondered. Believe it or not, I’d never had a pro mani/pedi before, but I don’t believe in paying all that money for something that might last a week, tops. I’d heard of gel nails and had been dying to try that, so I got it and was instantly a convert. I buckled down and bought a home kit, which is just as awesome as the salon version. In two manicures it’s already paid for itself as compared to salon visits… and I do my toes too, which they don’t do in the salon.

Let me just mention I’m not getting paid to talk about this kit, I just absolutely love it! This is the third mani/pedi I’ve done with it, and the results last an average of three weeks and they stay gorgeous and fresh looking the whole time. Talk about low maintenance heaven. So I’ve got a date with a special lady this weekend, and I wanted to try something cool and special, and a bit festive. I decided on an ombre fade effect in RCM Glitz and Glamourous, which is that gorgeous ruby color, topped by a thin coat of RCM Dressed For Success, which is a special effect glitter which looks different depending on what you put it on top of. Isn’t it gorgeous? Took me almost 3 hours to do this, but the results are worth it, and best of all, it’ll look this great for weeks. I’m in love. It was hard to get the photos well lit, but this is in natural sunlight. Doing my toes later today.

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Hot Stuff, Comin’ Through!

First of all, Happy LGBT History Month! I just love the Outfest activities that happen all over Philly in October. It’s a time to partake of pumpkin-flavored everything, and to thank your lucky stars and Fairy Gaymother that the closet is slowly, but surely, shrinking! It’s also a time to think back on those who sacrificed everything — up to, and including their lives — for what we have today. There’s still a long way to go, but hell, we’re not at Stonewall anymore and that’s a huge fucking plus. /soapbox 😉

So! We’ve got some exciting stuff happening over here in Lula Land! Where to start? Well, this past week I recorded an interview with the gorgeous and brilliant Dr. Timaree for her podcast which will be going up live soon. You’ll hear me answer questions, and read some excerpts from three of my stories! Is this perhaps a hint that audiobooks, as read by the author, may be soon forthcumming forthcoming? Well, take a wild guess, baby. 😉

I’ve been gearing up for NaNoWriMo, drawing up an outline for my first full-length novel! November’s going to be crazy, I can tell, but a good kind of crazy like when you mix caffeine and vodka and dance your ass off at the gay club, not the bad kind like “I’m hungry let’s get all stabby-stab on ol’ great-gramma for pizza money.” (I wish I were making that up.) Anyhoozles… it will be an epic time travel lesbian romance, set in modern and post-Revolutionary Philadelphia, and inspired by a personal brush I had with a ghost of sorts in this amazingly historic city. There will be hot sex, but also lots of intrigue and an amazing, thriller plot with some great twists! You’ll cum come cum for the lesbians and stay for the plot, I promise. So… I’m thinking about keeping a running log of it up on Smashwords so that my readers can check it out, nearly real-time, as I race towards 50,000 words next month! Not sure yet though, what do you think?

Doubled: An Erotic Science Fiction Novelette is now off exclusivity at Amazon, and is available at Smashwords, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, and other retailers! Go get ‘er, tiger!

And finally, I’ve published a new short story! I have to say, this might just be the kinkiest, most risque story I’ve done to date, and that’s really saying something. It’s a new series I’m doing called Forbidden Firsts; whether it will follow the same characters or not is something I’m still mulling over. Check out the cover, blurb, and an excerpt below. It’s live at Smashwords right now, and will be is now live at Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Amazon, and other sites in the next few days. Those other sites take a while to go live, while Smashwords is instantaneous, so that’s why — in case you’re curious.

Blurb:

Judy’s an old friend of Colette’s family, and has a graduation surprise for her step-niece… her first lesbian threesome! What will Colette do when faced with Judy and her girlfriend, Moira– two older, experienced dominant lesbians? The former Catholic schoolgirl had better submit to their devious scheme, or face the consequences… all while her adopted older sister secretly watches! Adults only!

Excerpt:

“Well,” Judy said slyly, “I’d like to know a few things. Now, answer me truthfully: have you ever been with a man?”

Colette’s jaw dropped; she was taken aback by her step-aunt’s suddenly blunt question. Colette had made out with a few boys here and there, but having just graduated from a strict all-girls’ Catholic high school, she just hadn’t had much opportunity to meet many. With other girls, though… that was another story. She was too shy to let her aunt know everything about what she’d done with them, even though she knew Judy was a lesbian.

“Um… what?”

“You heard me. Have you ever been with a man?” Judy’s tone deflated any further attempts at deflection.

“N— no, Aunt Judy, unless you mean some kissing and light petting. But I’ve never touched a boy’s— well, you know.”

Judy made a noise of approval, a smile playing on her rose-painted lips. “So you’re a virgin, then?”

Colette blushed. She knew her aunt was something of a black sheep, so she’d always felt comfortable telling Judy her most intimate secrets — but for some reason it was different now. She felt a little strange, but tried to ignore the burgeoning little flutter inside her panties.

“Y— yes, Aunt Judy.” She felt her face grow hotter as the two older women held her in their stern gazes; she felt like a small rabbit, cornered by two big cats.

“And have you been with other girls your age? Or maybe even women… a little older?” Moira asked, her low, smoky voice redolent of cigarettes and brandy. She toyed with a heavy gold chain at her neck, her dark eyes never leaving the younger girl’s face. Colette dropped her gaze to the floor. If Aunt Judy had been alone, she wouldn’t feel quite so uncomfortable disclosing everything she’d done in the dormitories at school, but Moira was nearly a stranger to her, and Colette felt uncharacteristically reticent. The silence dragged on, color staining Colette’s cheeks a darker and darker pink as the moments ticked by.

“Well? Answer Moira, my dear!” Judy snapped, her voice ringing with a more commanding tone than Colette had ever heard her favorite aunt use.

“I— well, yes, Aunt Judy, I’ve been with a few other girls,” she admitted reluctantly. “Mostly in the dorms in senior year, after lights out, but sometimes in other places too. We were horny, just turned eighteen, and there weren’t any boys around at our school. I mean, what else were we supposed to do? I had a lot of fun this past year. One time, I even snuck out to go to an amateur night at a strip club! I’m pretty proud to say that I won second place, $250!”

Judy raised an eyebrow. “That must have been some performance. Does your mother know about any of this?”

Colette looked horrified. “God, no! I think she’d disown me! You know how she feels about that kind of stuff!” Judy only smiled in response.

“I think I speak for both Judy and myself in that I’m very curious to see the sort of routine you did to win that money, my dear,” Moira said deviously, eyes slitted. Colette’s heart pounded, and her stomach dropped. She knew she was dripping wet, confessing all this, but stripping for her aunt and her aunt’s friend? That was going too far!

“I— I couldn’t possibly!” She stammered, flustered. Moira’s amused smile grew cold.

“I think you can, and will, if you don’t want your mother to find out what a little whore you’ve been! And right under all the nuns’ noses, no less.”

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