Gurl Boss

By Lara Longstaff

In a new city, without his wife, for a new executive position, John finds himself at the tender mercies of his tall, blonde, stacked trans-gurl boss, Lydia. How far will the affair go before his sweet, loving wife, Darla rejoins him? Will Lydia let him out of her very persuasive clutches? Find out!

Author's Note: All characters depicted are adults over the age of 21.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lara Longstaff
• Release date: May 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463582534

Lara Longstaff

Hello there!I'm Lara, and I've got a few fantasies I'd love to share with you. But before you get down to reading my tales of futanari lust, let me tell you about myself.I'm 28 years old, single, but soon to be married to my long-time boyfriend, David. We hail from the Midwest of the good ol' USA. My hobbies are many and varied, but first among them are girls who have "something extra"! While I mostly prefer to fantasize about other futanari and such, sometimes my mood swings and I really get the urge to reverse roles with a cute guy, so most of my stories are of one of those two themes.Most of my stories are available on Amazon.com, so be sure to check them out there, too!I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I do writing them!XOXOXOL.L.

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Gurl Boss

by

Lara Longstaff

Copyright 2018 Lara Longstaff

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All characters depicted are adults over the age of 21.

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The Dame Who Wasn't

John wasn't sure what to expect when he stepped into the trendy-looking night club just half a block down from his hotel room. He was thirty-three and had been married to his cute little wife Darla for seven of those years now, and dating her for two years before that. So it had been almost a decade since he'd been to one of these places. He remembered them as being too loud with over-priced booze, but lots of grinding young flesh on display. The club's name, The Midnight Meat Market, seemed pretty appropriate. Maybe they hadn't changed much at all.

He braced himself for a blast of hard-thumping electronic dance music as he paid the ten dollar cover and pushed his way through the double swinging doors. The music was disco, of all things, and while loud, it wasn't a blast in the face. Women, and a few men swirled around him, some heading to and from the bar, some dancing under the sparkling disco ball, a few just lazily enjoying their drinks. The colors were bright and bold, both on the women strutting their stuff, and in the decor.

Well, all right, John smiled. He fingered the gold wedding band on his left hand. He thought about taking it off, but decided against it. He wasn't interested in hook-ups. He'd never cheated on Darla and had no intention of doing so. It was the view he was after. Girls in their twenties, showing off lots of leg and cleavage, strutting their stuff! That and a good drink.

He passed one exceptionally tall brunette, and he couldn't help himself. He loved tall women with long legs, though he'd never tell his rather short wife that. The woman's red dress was slit all the way up to her hip, giving him a splendid view of her long, toned thighs, and shapely calves, both covered in sexy fishnet stockings. He scrubbed a hand through his thick, dark hair and made his way to the bar before he got caught staring.

Bourbon on the rocks, he ordered to the scrawny, tattooed fellow behind the bar. The prices were shocking, but he didn't mind, and pulled out a fifty. Keep them coming, he said. The barkeep grinned, and John forced