It’s out! My newest erotica eBook is available: Whiskey and Water: A Menage Story.
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Amber looks the part.
She has on a tight shirt that hugs her chest and a pair of shorts that shows off her legs. She even has her black hair in curls so it falls down her shoulders in soft waves that bounce when she walks. She’s the quintessential hot bartender. The only problem is, she hardly has anyone to serve.
Carla changes all that when she comes in from the rain for a drink. Within minutes, the electricity cuts out, and the place goes pitch dark. With nothing else to do, they decide on a dare. If Amber can drink a whiskey shot without making a face, she wins. If she loses, she has to kiss Carla.
It starts off with a playful dare and ends with Carla’s boyfriend, Jack, coming in to check on her. Considering what he walks into, it’s understandable that he’d want to join.
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Whiskey and Water: A Menage Story
Amber looked the part. She had on a tight shirt that hugged her chest and a pair of shorts that showed off her legs. She even had her black hair curled so it fell down her shoulders in soft waves that bounced when she walked. She was the quintessential sexy bartender. The only problem was, she hardly had anyone to serve.
The boss never liked it when Amber stood around, and he kept a close eye on the cameras, so Amber tried to stay busy. She swept up the dirt that clung to the floor, scrubbed the glasses, and mopped the place clean. It didn’t take long, but there was nothing else to do, so she repeated the motions.
Amber ended up doing what she did every day, pretending to wipe the counter while she stared at her phone and waited. She’d made less than a hundred dollars in tips the week before, and it was starting to look like she wouldn’t make much that week, either.
The sound of rain pounding against the roof was starting to lull her to sleep, so she poured herself a cup of coffee. She could hear the trees outside thrashing around and the water falling off the roof gutters. She loved it when the clouds fell from the mountains and drenched the desert, filling the dry river beds. It added a sense of excitement to the normally dreary landscape. On the other hand, it also kept the customers away.
Amber took her coffee to the back patio where she could sit under the awning in the lawn chair next to the door. There was an endless stretch of desert behind the bar, dotted with spiny creosote bushes that gave off an aqua scent when it rained.
Amber enjoyed listening to the rain and watching the lightning fall in the distance. When Amber came back inside, there was a woman with dripping-wet, blonde hair leaning over the bar. She was wearing a leather jacket with a skull patch on the back. Probably part of a biker crew, Amber thought, noting the helmet sitting on the stool next to her. She seemed young to hang with that crowd, probably around Amber’s age.
Amber walked around the bar. “What can I get you?”
The woman’s blue eyes slipped down Amber’s top. “A shot of whiskey and a beer.”
“You got it.” Amber turned to grab the bottle, starkly aware of the biker’s eyes on her back. “Here you are.”
The woman drank the whiskey like water and washed it down with a sip of beer. “Crazy out, isn’t it?”
Since becoming a bartender, Amber had gotten pretty good at smalltalk. People didn’t come there to drink. They came to bitch, whine, and wallow. “No kidding. I was just outside watching it. Did you ride here?”
“Yeah, got my bike parked out front. It stopped right in the middle of the road. I had to drag it here.”
“That sounds terrible.”
“I’ve got someone coming. He’s gonna let me put it in the back of his truck.”
“What’s it like?” Amber asked.
“Riding?” The woman tilted her head and took another sip. “There’s no explaining it. You just have to try it.”
“I wouldn’t mind trying it out sometime.”
“You should. It’s amazing.” The woman didn’t hide her open gaze. “I’m Carla.” She held out her hand.
(end of sample)
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