Pinkie: A Lesbian Romance Novella

By Nicolette Dane

Pinkie is the kind of hot punk rocker chick Quinn has always wanted, but could never make a move on. Determined to have a summer of fun before she leaves for med school, however, Quinn is itching to be bad and eager to say yes, just to see where it takes her.

But saying yes to Pinkie leads Quinn down an unexpected path of lust, submission, and doubt. And this affair is further tangled by Pinkie's anime-obsessed recluse roommate Mimi, a geeky girl who takes a shine to Quinn.

Torn between two different women, both with their own motives, Quinn discovers that casual romance isn't without its consequences. Will she continue to allow herself to be dominated by her desires?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nicolette Dane
• Release date: Jun 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201013318

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Pinkie

A Lesbian Romance Novella

Nicolette Dane

Pinkie

Pinkie is the kind of hot punk rocker chick Quinn has always wanted, but could never make a move on. Determined to have a summer of fun before she leaves for med school, however, Quinn is itching to be bad and eager to say yes, just to see where it takes her.

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But saying yes to Pinkie leads Quinn down an unexpected path of lust, submission, and doubt. And this affair is further tangled by Pinkie’s anime-obsessed recluse roommate Mimi, a geeky girl who takes a shine to Quinn.

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Torn between two different women, both with their own motives, Quinn discovers that casual romance isn’t without its consequences. Will she continue to allow herself to be dominated by her desires?

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Copyright © 2021 Nicolette Dane

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved.

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Nicolette Dane landed in Chicago after studying writing in New York City. Flitting in and out of various jobs without finding her place, Nico decided to choose herself and commit to writing full-time. Her stories are contemporary scenarios of blossoming lesbian romance and voyeuristic tales meant to give you a peep show into the lives of sensual and complicated women. If you're a fan of uplifting and steamy lesbian passion, you've found your new favorite author.

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Pinkie

Back when I was living in Chicago, I decided to give myself a summer of fun. I had recently quit my corporate job—I was doing boring administrative work for an accounting firm—and had taken the MCAT in late spring, the entrance exam for medical school. My applications were all submitted, and all I had left was to wait to hear back from the various programs. And in the interim, between my old job and medical school, I decided to take a part-time gig as a bartender for a little cash and as a chance to sow my wild oats before the daunting academic proposition that laid before me.

My friend Tessa was a bartender and manager at the Whiskey Bottle, a dive bar and music venue on Chicago's near west side. I lived in the neighborhood, Tessa said they needed another girl, and I had bartending experience from back when I was in college. It would only be a couple nights a week, but that's all I really wanted. Studying for the MCAT while working full-time at the accounting firm had completely drained me of any drive to be productive. I had a bit of money saved and I needed the time off.

This is an easy job, Tessa said, taking a bottle opener from her back pocket and prying off the cap of the beer bottle in her other hand. She then passed the bottle on to a customer in waiting who in turn slid her a few bills. The guy took the bottle and turned from us. Open the beers, collect the money.

When she said this, Tessa held up the cash the customer had left and smiled. It was a Tuesday night, and the crowd was thin. Music pumped through the speakers, but the stage was empty.

Does anybody order draught beer? I asked, nodding in the direction of the taps.

Sometimes, she offered. Usually someone with a stick up their ass. Most people here order cheap bottles of beer and cheap shots of whiskey. Especially on Friday nights. Beer and a shot is six bucks. And between you and me, I wouldn't drink the beer on tap. We don't clean those lines very often.

Noted, I said.

And occasionally you've got to make a cocktail, Tessa continued. The liquor bottles all have measuring spouts on them, so it's straight forward. Mostly whiskey and soda, or gin or tonic. For margs, we've got a mix. But seriously, this place is a dive bar. If anybody tries to order something fancy, we just give them shit about it, try our best, and move on to the next customer.

Got it.

And Quinn, said Tessa. Do yourself a favor. Wear something revealing. Show off your tits a little bit. You'll get better tips.

When she said this, I looked down at my chest for a moment in thought.

Yeah, okay, I agreed. I can do that.

Since you've got experience and I know you can hang, Tessa went on. I'm going to put you on Saturday nights with me. I fucking hate working with Todd on Saturdays. I'll move him to Fridays, which he'll be happy about. Then you can do Saturdays and maybe Wednesday nights with me. How does that sound?

Perfect, I said with a smile. Two nights a week is fine with me.

Awesome, said Tessa. You'll start this Saturday. Now, how about your first shift beer? She winked.

That'll do! I replied.

Tessa grinned and opened up a bottle for me. I accepted the beer and happily took a sip. Looking around the Whiskey Bottle, it wasn't much. But I knew from experience that it could get rowdy and loud, especially on weekends when live bands took the stage. Most of the bands were local, or very small touring indie bands. Nothing special. Still, it was often a fun place to have some drinks and watch a band and just screw around. I looked forward to experiencing it from the other side of the bar.

I had always been the good girl. I did well in school, I never partied too hard, never got into much trouble. Sure, I sometimes drank to excess when I was younger, and I had a short love affair with weed. But after college and once I got into the so-called real world, I kept my nose clean and rarely let my inhibitions falter. And I had gotten sick of it.

Those six years at the accounting firm were the most boring of my life. It was just a lot of tedious paperwork, filing this or that, sending monstrous packages of printed returns out to clients. Even though the organization was supposed to have gone paperless, you wouldn't believe how much paper they still insisted on using. The other girls I worked with in admin were fine, but unremarkable. The only people I more casually got along with were the weirdos in IT. But there wasn't a woman among them. Out of the fifty or so people who worked at the firm, the only out lesbians were me and one of the partners. And she was more than twice my age.

That job gave me some kind of strange PTSD. Working in a corporate environment can do that to a person. Everything is so oddly stuffy and put on. It's all a big ruse, though. It's an act. But you've got to keep up appearances for the bosses, for the clients, for some misplaced glorification of professionalism. After my stint in that world, I was tired of being boring. I was tired of being good.

During my summer of fun, I was determined to give an emphatic yes! to whatever insanity might come my way. No matter how uncomfortable or

Reviews for Pinkie

[Angela · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I would love to read a second book with these characters.