Fair Play and A Little Off The Top

By Ginger Starr

Two ultra erotic short stories featuring F/M, F/F and group scenes. A young woman catches her female boss in a compromising position in "Fair Play" and a lucky guy gets more than a haircut in "A Little Off The Top." Readers 18+ only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ginger Starr Publishing
• Release date: May 4, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458136107

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Fair Play and A Little Off The Top: Erotica By Ginger Starr

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Copyright 2011 Ginger Starr

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Fair Play

It’s always the last hour of the workday when time seems to stand still. I swear, sometimes I used to look at that clock on the wall at the law firm where I toiled for four years after graduation (who says you can’t make money with an art history degree?) and would be amazed at how a minute could drag by like an hour.

Some of the other assistants would grumble when they got an assignment at 4:30pm, but not me. Any job was welcome that could make the end of my imprisonment under florescent lights seem to go by quicker, especially when the work came from Terri.

She was a junior partner and one of three lawyers for whom I answered the phone and made travel plans. I had a mad crush on her, which was strange since we were different in so many ways.

She was straight, and if I were any more of an out lesbian, I’d be a construction worker. She was in her late thirties, married with two kids. I was twenty-two and hooked up with like-minded ladies every chance I got, but had no one steady in my life except for one crabby cat and an indestructible spider fern.

Terri had masses of wavy copper hair that framed her heart-shaped face in shoulder-length tendrils. Her green eyes gleamed with intelligence, good humor and a spark of sensuality that made me tingle. She wasn’t your average stuffy corporate suit.

She had this marvelous throaty laugh that would keep me up at nights, thinking of funny things to say, just to watch her throw her head back and let one rip. Yeah, I was a goner. But, it never would have occurred to me to be anything less than professional. I needed that job cause it was the only thing that kept a roof over my head and kibble in the cat bowl.

The one work unrelated thing I did feel comfortable talking to her about was our shared love of music. She played drums some weekends in a band with her husband. Being the card-carrying Sappho I am, I always had a super soft spot for girl rockers. Joan Jett was the lead in my first wet dream and a sign from heaven to my anguished teenage self that everything would turn out all right.

One afternoon, just at the moment my retro nerd digital watch display read 4:45pm, Terri dropped a file