Bait Girl

By Tara Kennedy

By day, Lucy is just a normal student trying to get through her final year of high school and figure out what's next.
By night, Lucy dons her party girl persona Zoe, gathering info and intervening to help other girls who might be in trouble. She's the bait girl. It's amazing how some eyeliner and some giggles make you blend in.
Well, to everyone except this one boy. Will Lucy let him distract her from her mission?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tara Kennedy
• Release date: Sep 29, 2018

Tara Kennedy

Tara Kennedy was born and raised in Washington, DC. By day she wrangles data and by night she writes tales of folks smooching and trying to forge their way in this world. Tara also knits, beads, watches TV and drinks lots and lots of tea. She spends what some consider too much time on Twitter.

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Istumbled a little as I moved from the kitchen into the dining room, the pulsing beat of the music in the great room a little louder. I smiled dimly at the keg and the cluster of guys around it. It’s getting kind of hot in there. I pulled my hair up off my neck, my breasts pushed out, and I could feel the air on my stomach as my top pulled away from my skirt. Is there more beer?

Two of the guys both said yes, but the taller one was faster at grabbing a red plastic cup and sticking it under the keg. I kept smiling as he poured it, keeping a careful watch to make sure just beer went into that cup. I leaned into my beer pourer’s arm as I took the cup. Thanks.

Sure. Todd.

I nodded. Paused. Giggled. Zoe. I giggled again. The other guys all offered their names too – Patrick, Carlos, Dante, Ben. I took careful note of their names and what they were wearing. The group moved through the sliding glass doors into the backyard where another friend was going to try to drink a beer while doing a headstand.

You just have to see it, Dante, the short guy in a green polo said.

I nodded. Outside in the large fenced in backyard, the night had the crisp, summer is almost over feel to it. Of course, it was October in Maryland, but that was climate change for you. The guy, Javen, started trying to get into a headstand with the cup in his hand. After several spills, Carlos refilled the cup and they all decided Javen should get into the headstand and then they’d hand the cup to him. So Javen got back into the headstand, his shirt sliding down his front, pooling at his underarms, and Carlos handed him the cup. Javen brought his hand closer to his mouth but clearly had not figured on the physics of drinking upside down so ended up sort of pouring it at his mouth and falling over as some of the beer poured directly into his nose making him cough.

The guys all laughed uproariously and I did too. Dante slung an arm around my shoulder and I leaned into him as he took me over to meet Javen.

That was amazing, I said breathily.

Well, until you fell over. Dante tugged me closer.