Bad Girls, Good Sex: Kinky Erotic Stories For Women

By Francesca Jolie

In Bad Girls, Good Sex, Francesca Jolie explores the stories of four women who venture into territory many would consider taboo. Stories include: In SUV: Sex Utility Vehicle, a newly adventurous career woman explores the naughtiness that is sex in a public area. In SOUTH OF MY BORDER, a spicy Latina shows a businessman what it feels like to be the submissive one between the sheets!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chances Press, LLC
• Release date: Jul 19, 2010
• ISBN: 9780557567485

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BAD GIRLS, GOOD SEX:

Kinky Erotic Stories for Women

by

Francesca Jolie

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BAD GIRLS, GOOD SEX: Kinky Erotic Stories for Women

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Blue Collar Bang

I'm the kind of boss people hate. When I exit the elevator in one of my Calvin Klein dress suits with a crisp white shirt and wearing my hair pulled up in a bun, workers jump to task in the office. People give me nervous smiles in the break room as they try and make idle chit chat to get on my good side. My curt responses only reinforce my reputation as not being someone to fuck with.

I had managed to work my way up from a part-time bank teller while in college to a vice-president. My name is Sasha, but my peers and superiors have a nickname for me, Mother, because at times I can be a real bad ass motherfucker. It's because I have a reputation of being sent to offices around the country and cleaning house of any dead weight employees and inspiring those who are left to maximum productivity. Sasha has no time for lame excuses or bullshit. Think of me as that strict nun back in Catholic school or the sadistic prison nurse or that drill sergeant in boot camp or even Joan Crawford in Mommie Dearest—I heal through pain.

At first glance, I may not seem intimidating at all. I'm only 5'7 and 135 pounds, long black hair and big brown eyes. People haven’t figured out that this lady boss can play with the big boys! If they have issues with my femininity, let them get over it. All I care out is how many loans they closed last month. Geez, I’ve been profiled in the goddamn Wall Street Journal."

I have a sweep of black hair across my forehead that many say gives me a youthful look combined with my brown eyes and perky face. Then I open my mouth and tell people, Get moving and get to work!

So, it was due to this reputation that I found myself in Austin, Texas, smack in the middle of the Lone Star state. As a cultured New Yorker, I wasn't exactly looking forward to spending time in what I dreamed was the land of rednecks in cowboy hats and women with too much make-up and big hair. Austin, at least the downtown area, turned out to be a little more cosmopolitan than I expected but still far below the level of energy that my home base of New York had. But what can you do? I wasn't on vacation. I was there to clean house, Sasha style!

The office was full of fast approaching middle aged men and women that had never been able to break the barrier of being mediocre. Therefore, they had reached their glass ceiling long ago and appeared to have resigned themselves to it. Lazy asses. Life goes too goddamn fast. You have to learn the hard way.

Of course, my reputation preceded me. I was greeted on my first day with a basket of muffins on my desk and an Austin Live! guide and a slew of nervous eyes. I thanked them, but then informed them I did not eat processed sugar nor did I care to listen to what passed for music in these