Atlanta Swan's Secret Girl's Club

By Olivia Hampshire

Harvard graduate, Lucy Gill just got the job of her life time. She became the 6 p.m. Anchor, news person for the Fact News Network in Atlanta, Georgia. She came from small town Yazoo, Mississippi, to big Atlanta earning $700,000 a year. Her new boss, Patty Waters, station general manager helped her buy a new Mercedes, a house, and introduced her to all of the movers and shakers in town. The strange thing was that Patty Waters helped all of her bombshell, female news stars make big money, and go big in debt. Once they were big in debt, Patty had other things she wanted them to do. Not only them, but their daughter's too.

"This is the first time in my life I have read this storyline. I have seen it forever with men at the top, but in this book, it took a totally different twist and I was really surprised. The whole book was very strange, yet wonderful in a way I do not ever experiencing." Jenny, Gaithersburg, MD

"Wow! What a roller coaster ride that was. I wish this were a television series. I just love Debbie Brown and Harriet Rothchild. This should be a movie for sure." Karen, San Diego, CA

"Thanks again Olivia Hampshire for making me cry at the end of one of your books. You always come through with a 5 star adventure. You never let me down." Madiline, Madison WI

"That was a real shocker. That was as shocking as the Catholic Church and the priest. That was more shocking than Penn State. Did I say shocking? It just got worse and worse and worse. And the ending. I will just shut my mouth about the ending. Let me just say that justice was served." Jennifer, NY, NY

• Language: English
• Publisher: SB Books
• Release date: May 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386236917

Olivia Hampshire

Olivia Hampshire loves writing about the adventures of women in this modern, complex world that is so male oriented and controlled.  Olivia Hampshire loves to write about love and the sexual experiences of men and women. At an early age, Olivia discovered that many people on the planet do not like to talk about sex at all.  Yet each and every one of us are a result of two or more people getting naked, hot and bothered and having sex beyond the wildest imaginations of most of the children produced by these wonderful excursions of passion.  When telling her friends and family that she pens stories of wild, lesbian sex adventure and international political sex affairs, often peoples faces appear to be appalled.   Yes, Olivia Hampshire graduated from an Ivy League school in New England dominated by nervous little boys that drank lots of beer, and feared beautiful women.  Olivia, being one of the most beautiful women in the world, loved women also.  She met her partner, also a women, in an Ivy League, graduate school program where they feel in love, moved to Vermont, adopted 5 children and live happy ever after.  Olivia, her partner the Doctor, and their children love the mountains of Vermont, their travels to all of the continents of the world as well as many long weekends in Manhattan shopping and watching people.

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Chapter 1, The Skinny Dip

It was Labor Day weekend. That meant that it was the last chance for the members of Atlanta's finest country clubs to enjoy the pool before it closed for the winter. It also meant the last day for the women to wear white. It was not quite time to say goodbye to the warm, summer weather. It was the South, and the hot days could drag well on into mid-October. But tradition trumped common sense, and the pool had to close after Labor Day, even if it would be nice to take a dip long after that. Besides, it was costly maintaining a country club pool. Members were welcome to build their own home pool if they wanted to enjoy year round swimming. Many of them did in fact do this.

It was late in the evening, about seven at night, but the sun would not set for over an hour. The country club was oddly vacant, except for a group of beautiful young girls and their beautiful young mothers, all dressed in their best whites, sitting out in the pavilion. They had rented out the country club, the Atlanta Mansion, for the evening and they were enjoying their privacy. Only a small, all female staff of country club members was allowed to stay and cater the event. Once the last dishes had gone into the washer, they had to go home, leaving the rich mothers and daughters to their own devices. It was a big mystery exactly what went on at these monthly dinner events. No one had been able to infiltrate the secret society of wealthy socialites, known as the Young Swans, as of yet.

The meal had just wrapped up about thirty minutes earlier. The dinner had been a delightful array of high class treats, from a fancy charcuterie plate that the girls nibbled on as they sipped their sparkling ciders and snuck sips of their mothers' fancy champagne, to crisp goat's cheese with pear and chicory, brie en croute, nicoise salad, and a show stopping main entrée of cumin grilled scallops with chickpea salad and red pepper tahini. Dessert was a lemon and berry savarin. Truly a day to remember and a day to savor. As the meal passed, the mothers got more and more casual with the champagne bottles, and a number of the waiflike girls were now quite intoxicated, having passed up on their food in favor of the champagne.

Now that dinner had ended, it was time for the girls to begin their swan song. The Young Swans had a special ditty that they sang to wrap up all of their special dinner events. Lonnie Sue, the youngest member of the Swans at twelve years old, began the song with her high soprano voice. We are the graceful, the elegant, and the great. The mothers chimed in with their melodic chanting and all the girls sang the next refrains in unity. Is it better to fly free and wild? Or live elegantly in the refined chains of domesticity? Beautiful swans, we are destined for a life of luxury. Do not clip your wings, but enjoy the simple pleasures of being a well-cared for creature. After the song everyone cheered and clapped and lots of European style kisses were shared all around.

When the banter died down, an older woman stood up in front of the whole group. She had a microphone in her hand, which she tapped on to demand silence of the Swans. Her name was Patty Waters. She was 72 years old, but most people would have never guessed she was a day over 45. Well, maybe a day over 50. She had thick blonde hair that was still holding up to the chemical bleaching treatments after all of these years. It was cut in a short, pert bob. Some of the younger Swans gossiped that she must be wearing a wig, her hair simply had too much volume, but she just used really great, expensive hair products. She was a television star, part of an ultra conservative local news network, so she knew all the tricks in the book and she had access to the best products that no one else even knew about.

With her practiced, camera ready charm, she delivered a wonderful speech to the Young Swans and their mothers, telling them how proud she was of them, announcing the departure of four of the Swans off to Ivy League colleges (all of the Swans went to the best colleges in the country, that was one of the perks of membership). The girls all cheered for the elder swans, who were now ready to take flight off into the world and go find rich men to marry and provide them with wonderful lives full of fast, shiny cars parked in giant mansions custom built for them and filled with brand new state of the art appliances, fancy art work, and all the best furniture and linens money could buy. It was a life of tamed