Lesbian Loser

By Candice Christian

Judy Collins is a dominator, and a woman on the prowl, looking for some unsuspecting prey to take home and share with the mysterious Makenzie. Right now Amanda is in her sites and like a deer in the headlights is no match for Judy's skills.

Amanda is taken to Judy's place where Judy uses her and abuses her. Half the fun for Judy is the inflicting as much humiliation she can on her snared prey. Amanda is hopelessly trapped and is served up as a feast for Judy and her protégé Makenzie.

Like a cat with a mouse though, eventually the cat tires of the game and discards its prey and moves on to the next shiny object to chase. In Judy's case she dumps Amanda and moves her and Makenzie to another town. Leaving Amanda, confused, heartbroken and finally angry.

The saga comes to a climax when Amanda unexpectedly runs into Judy while visiting Judy’s new town with a friend of hers. But now, Amanda is firmly in control of her own self-respect, and her dignity and goes about demonstrating her self-confidence to her ex-mistress with some very penetrating lessons.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Aug 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005620608

Candice Christian

Candice was born in Paris KY on 9 January 1988. Her parents, George Bertrand Christian, an attorney who once aspired to be an actor, and Frances Hollowell insisted that Candice and her sister Simone, be sent to a Catholic school. Candice was deeply religious as a child, at one point thought of becoming a nun.

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Lesbian Loser

Candice Christian

Copyright 2020 Candice Christian

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Acknowledgments

Riley Blue

Chapter One

Judy on the Prowl-

Judy Collins was prowling again. She liked prowling. She liked it a lot. And she was very good at it. Sometimes she would prowl at the dance clubs around town. Sometimes at the mall or even her own backyard so to speak, at the college where she taught Political Science. Sometimes in the summer she prowled at the country club around the pool next to the tennis courts. She almost always found what she was prowling for, and, more often than not, she brought her prey home.

She had been prowling for about three years now, and she knew that she was nearing the end of her prowling time. Soon she wouldn't be able to do it anymore. That made her a little sad and wistful when she thought about it. She liked prowling. And she believed wholeheartedly that her prowling had a real purpose to it. She was doing what she should.

She was appreciated.

She was loved.

She knew that, right now, she could never seem to take a break from the hunt. There was always the need for fresh prey. Makenzie had made that plain from the very first hunt. That knowledge gave her a strong sense of purpose. She felt good about herself when her hunts were successful. She had succeeded much more often than not. She was a good hunter. A good provider. But now she knew she was on her penultimate hunt.

Or perhaps her ultimate hunt.

Time was growing short.

She decided to range around in a prowling ground she had not visited for some time. There, she was more likely to find fresh prey because the memory of her prowling among those who made up her special prey would be less likely to be strong. She would not be expected back there. She could roam at will, seeking just the right prey.

Amanda was sitting at a table in the university library deeply engrossed in a volume of Hegel's Phenomenology of Spirit when Judy spotted her. She was a coed in her early twenties and certainly not unattractive, if perhaps a bit trampy. Judy could see the concern