The Girl on the bus will arrive at an ebookstop near you on Friday 11th.
I'm alloverexcited!
So my #MidWeekTease has to come from it just to whet your appetite...
Julia ran out on Rob five years ago, so she cannot be the
face he sees on the bus. However, when she ends up being the one taking notes
at his meeting, he knows he will move heaven and earth to make her his once
more.
Will she agree, or will she run again?
"How do I know?" Belle nudged her
forward again. "But it's here we're off to."
"Nope, you are maybe, I decline your
oh so kind invitation. I've had enough shocks to the system already today.
Can't we just go and get out of these clothes into some jeans and get a
curry?"
"Wuss."
"Oh yes, big time. Definitely, so shall we?"
Julia didn't expect Belle to agree and
she didn't.
"Nah, do you know how difficult it
was to get these tickets? We're going in, and you can shut your eyes all night
if you want, but I so want to go. Julia, please?"
That was enough for Julia to be contrite.
Belle didn't know anything about why Julia suffered the bloody great itch over
all her body, and a jiving family of whatevers doing overtime in her tummy.
Bless her, Belle hadn't even asked questions about Julia's weird running away
that afternoon.
"Of course we will. Sorry, honey,
I'm being a wuss like you say. So it is a BDSM club?" She'd heard the name
mentioned somewhere. "And how come we can get in?"
Belle hugged her. "It's a demo
night, and I… er, put our names down, and um sort of forged your signature and
stuff. After all, it's only a watch and drool night really. Hey, you don't have
anything drastically wrong with you, do you? I mean I know you've had your appendix
out, because you worked with me when it happened, but I guessed the rest of you
is okay. The only thing I really took a stab at was protection, and I said you
were on the pill. Not that it'll really matter, because like I said, it's watch…"
"And drool yeah. And I am on the
pill." To regulate her periods, nothing else. Julia wasn't going to admit
she thought her pussy might well have sealed itself up due to lack of use.
"What are we watching?" The jiving whatevers were back in force with
a vengeance.
As Belle pushed the heavy-looking,
windowless door open and took Julia's hand, pulling her in, Julia began to sweat.
Tiny black dots swam in her vision.
Oh
shit, stop it, and do not faint, not here. How embarrassing. But
she couldn't stop the tiny moan from escaping. Belle looked at her.
"Hell. Julia, it's not den of
iniquity. No white slavers or bogey men, honestly."
Julia managed a half smile. It became hard
work when you thought even to open your mouth you'd throw up. Coupled with the horrid
metallic tang of blood hitting every sense possible because you'd bitten your
lip, it was more than unpleasant. "You sure? Oh Belle, joke, okay? I'm sorry
I just felt weird. Maybe I'm hungry. Cake and then an apology for a chicken
salad doesn't really fill me up."
"You can't scene on a full
stomach," Belle said and then went white. "Oh, bugger."
The butterflies in Julia's tummy turned
into bats and beetles and all things nasty. Having a no holds barred fight.
"Oh bugger, indeed. 'Fess up woman,
what have you said I'd do that I don't know about? I'm not going one inch
further until you tell me." Julia moved to one side. A couple of girls dressed
in pelmet skirts that were almost an arrest-able deal, and much too tight
corsets approached the registration desk. She hoped they didn't need to take a
deep breath, they'd be hard pushed to. Next to them she looked like the aged
granny.
"Belle, unless you tell me what the
fuck is going in, I'm out of here. You told me a demo, not a scene."
"A demo is a scene," Belle said.
"And hell is just a hot fire to warm
your toes beside. What's going on?"
Belle dragged her toward the wall, out of
the way of the few interested bystanders. Obviously they wondered why someone
shook like a milkshake and hung back, instead of rushing eagerly to go in.
"Well, look, why don't you just
treat tonight as research? You know for the BDSM book you insist you're not
going to write, but I bet you really want to."
No, I really don't. The real thing spoiled me.
It had been such a
private intense night, that Julia knew she didn’t want to share her thoughts
and feelings about it with unknown people. Sadly, she also knew there was as
much chance of her not using her knowledge if she wrote about it as of her
winning the football pools. She didn't do those.
"Wrong. Now how about you tell me
the rest, you've got that look. The one you use before you get me to agree to
something I really don't want to do, but you're going to do your darndest to
make me."
"Oh hell, there's a chance we might
get asked to participate if we want to. No way was I going to spoil it by
having a full stomach, and so not fit for purpose, you know?" Belle licked
her lips and winked.
In spite of herself Julia laughed.
"No, thank you. Not my scene."
And
if she believes that I have a bridge for sale. Argh fuck and hell. "Er, what are we going to
see?"
Belle didn't answer, but edged Julia towards
the registration desk. The woman behind it smiled at both of them.
"Hello, ladies. Names, please? And
then write the names you'll use inside the club on your tags."
"Belle Chisholm and Julia Farrar.
I'm always Belle."
"And you, Ms. Farrar?"
Julia bit her lip. A well-known voice spoke behind
her. She didn't need a face to know the speaker’s identity. Her mind filled
with his presence, and her skin stung with the realization he was around.
"She's Silver, and she's my sub.
Aren’t you, pet?"
I hope that has intrigued you...
Here are the other Mid Week Teases....
Ooh lovely tease! Happy release day for Friday :) x
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