Stella: SapphiConnection, #1

By Taryn Taylor

The SapphiConnection exists to bring like-minded women together for fun and relaxation. Find your hot date for the night and fulfill all your mutual whims: nothing is forbidden, no attractions laughable, and most of all, your satisfaction is guaranteed.

Stella (6,500 Words)

Stella has spent many years dancing at bachelorette parties, whether the bride be straight or gay. So when she's roped into a party that has no interest in her, she's not surprised.

But there's one guest who is quite smitten with her. Ashleigh, the maid-of-honor's roommate who is too curious for her own good. When Stella offers her a private show after the party, all bets are off!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Taryn Taylor
• Release date: Jan 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507083604

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Stella

SAPPHICONNECTION

Taryn Taylor

SAPPHICONNECTION: Stella

Copyright: Taryn Taylor

Published: 12th January 2015

This is a work of fiction. Any and all similarities to any characters, settings, or situations are purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in retrieval system, copied in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise transmitted without written permission from the publisher. You must not circulate this book in any format.

WARNING: This book contains adult language and graphic f/f sex. It is intended for mature audiences only.

Cover Design: Lindsay York

Photographer: Ayakovlevcom

Stella

Stella stood in front of a mirror, preparing for her gig that night.

She had a bevy of costumes at her disposal. Sometimes clients asked her to dress like a sexy nurse. Others wanted her to bust down the door in a police uniform with a toy gun pointed at the lucky lady. Others still would say Look natural! as if that meant a damn thing. Stella had heard it all. Luckily for her, after nearly seven years in the entertainment business she knew how to decipher various clues her clients uttered over the phone.

Tonight she was dressed like a biker. Or a rockstar. Or a punk girl. It didn’t matter. The client putting together the shindig told her to dress like a bad girl and thus Stella went to the darker side of her closet. Black tube top. Leather pants. Leather jacket. Rhinestone studded sunglasses. Thick and heavy dark make-up that caked her face so people in the back could see how good she looked. Of course, here in the bathroom mirror, she almost looked like a clown.

God this is getting old. She slammed her tube of purple lipstick into her satchel and closed it. This time next year, I’m getting out of this business.

That’s what she said every year. And every year she still found herself taking off her clothes for a living. That was how this whole thing started. A lark so she could make a quick hundred bucks. Sure, she worked a