Marti + CJ, an Interracial Lesbian Love Story

By Audenzia

Bisexual biracial personal stylist Marti is done with men’s BS when she meets corporate lawyer CJ. CJ thinks she has to dress like one of the boys to fit in at work, until Marti shows her how to be herself and get her colleagues’ respect. Marti’s ex-lover is also CJ’s boss & that’s complicated. Marti’s South African parents disapprove of her lifestyle. CJ’s boss tells her not to advertise her orientation with clients. Marti & CJ marry, have a child, & move to Park Slope.
Graphic descriptions of lesbian sex acts, including fingering, cunnilingus, and penetration with sex toys.
For readers 18 + only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Audenzia
• Release date: Nov 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005037727

Audenzia

Audenzia means “one who is fearless, one who dares”. Where I come from, it’s still taboo for a woman to enjoy sex, still taboo for a woman to speak freely about her desires. I was born somebody else, but I became Audenzia, daring and fearless, when I decided to own my sexuality, enjoy my sex life, and speak openly about my desires.I'm Sicilian by birth but currently live in New York City. I'm bisexual. I first wrote naughty, fetishy stories to entertain friends and amuse myself at school. By day, I lead a boring existence as a translator, but by night, I'm here to entertain you with sexually charged stories. My stories will feature:-straight girls;-bisexual women;-lesbians;-non-white characters;-plus-size/ women;-gender non-conforming women;-transwomen.-exotic flavors of womanhood

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Marti + CJ, an Interracial Lesbian Love Story

By Audenzia

Copyright ©️ Audenzia, 2020

Cover design created by Audenzia

All rights reserved. Neither this book nor any portion thereof may be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express consent of the publisher, except for the use of brief quotation in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, & incidents in the book are either the product of the author’s imagination or are being used in a fictious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

This book is dedicated to my dear friend Lexi & her new bride Tiffany.

Marti

Oooooooooooooooooooooooo, yasssssssssssssss girl, Sam called out from inside his food cart, you gotta lovely fat ass and I like that, he applauded, and you’re wearin the hell outta that dress.

Thanks, I laughed, and I’ll take my bagel with egg & cheese now, please. He handed me the bagel, I paid him, and went into work. At my job as a personal stylist inside the menswear department of a large midtown department store.

Dave, I said to my assistant on my way into my little nook, who’s my first client today?

Well you’ve got George Mueller, he said, checking the appointment book, he’ll be here in ten minutes.

Great, I said, thanks Dave.

George swooped in right on schedule, strutting like he owned the place. But then white guys always strut around like they own the place.

Marti, he tried to kiss me, look at you, as beautiful as ever.

C’mon, George, I pulled away from him, this is my place of business.

There was a time when you were thrilled to kiss me, and do more than that even, in this office, he reminded me.

And that ended the day you told me once and for all that you were never gonna leave your wife. Now tell me about your wardrobe needs today or get out.

All business with you today, very well. I need cruise wear, of all things. The social director told me that we’re going on a cruise for our anniversary.

Cruise wear, I said, nice. I picked up the phone, pushed a button, and said, Tommy, could you run six pair of Bermuda shorts, in size 44, and about a dozen polo shirts in colors to mix & match, up here for me, thanks. I looked back at George and asked,

Shoes too? He nodded. I picked up the phone again, pushed another button, and said, Marc, I’m gonna need a couple pairs of boat shoes, in size ten.

And I need a Panama hat, George announced.

Right. I pushed another button on the phone and said, Ja’von, could you run me a couple Panama hats up here, please?

One by one, Tommy, Marc, & Ja’von brought the items to my nook. Go, I handed George the clothes, :try on." He went behind the privacy screen and came out in a polo shirt, Bermuda shorts, boat shoes, and a Panama hat.

Whaddaya think? he twirled before me. See anything ya like?

Looks like everything fits, I said, now all you need is one of those umbrella drinks.

I’m going on a cruise with my wife, he said, I’m gonna need a lot of those umbrella drinks. He went back behind the screen and changed back into his street clothes. But tell me something, Marti, he said, how’re you doing? Are you seeing anybody?

Are you asking as a client or as my ex-lover? I looked at him over the top of my half-glasses, Because I don’t discuss my private life with my clients.

I’m asking as a friend, Marti.

But we’re not friends, we never were. You’re a married white man who used to fuck this colored girl sometimes, that’s all.

Fine, he said, but ya gotta admit we have a pretty good business relationship. I nodded. Oh, before I go, he said, "the new kid at work, CJ, dresses like shit, needs to get it together. Can I make an appointment for CJ?

Fine, I said, not even surprised that George thought himself