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  Synopsis

  Award-winning erotica and romance writer Radclyffe explores the outer reaches of desire and the shifting gender terrain beyond butch-femme: an initiate tests her limits in a men’s leather bar, a construction worker gets a special treat during her noon break, a porn star tells…and shows…all, a femme instructs her straight girlfriends in the fine art of fellatio, and twenty more radically erotic encounters.

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  What Reviewers Say About Radclyffe’s Books

  Lammy winner “…Stolen Moments is a collection of steamy stories about women who just couldn’t wait. It’s sex when desire overrides reason, and it’s incredibly hot!” – On Our Backs

  Lammy winner “…Distant Shores, Silent Thunder weaves an intricate tapestry about passion and commitment between lovers. The story explores the fragile nature of trust and the sanctuary provided by loving relationships.” – Sapphic Reader

  Shield of Justice is a “…well-plotted…lovely romance…I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough!” – Ann Bannon, author of The Beebo Brinker Chronicles

  A Matter of Trust is a “…sexy, powerful love story filled with angst, discovery and passion that captures the uncertainty of first love and its discovery.” – Just About Write

  “The author’s brisk mix of political intrigue, fast-paced action, and frequent interludes of lesbian sex and love…in Honor Reclaimed…sure does make for great escapist reading.” – Q Syndicate

  Lammy Finalist Justice Served delivers a “…crisply written, fast-paced story with twists and turns and keeps us guessing until the final explosive ending.” – Independent Gay Writer

  Change of Pace is “…contemporary, yet timeless, not only about sex, but also about love, longing, lust, surprises, chance meetings, planned meetings, fulfilling wild fantasies, and trust.” – Midwest Book Review

  “Radclyffe has once again pulled together all the ingredients of a genuine page-turner, this time adding some new spices into the mix. shadowland is sure to please—in part because Radclyffe never loses sight of the fact that she is telling a love story, and a compelling one at that.” – Cameron Abbott, author of To The Edge and An Inexpressible State of Grace

  Lammy Finalist Turn Back Time is filled with… “wonderful love scenes, which are both tender and hot.” – MegaScene

  “Innocent Hearts…illustrates that our struggles for acceptance of women loving women is as old as time—only the setting changes. The romance is sweet, sensual, and touching.” – Just About Write

  In Lammy Finalist When Dreams Tremble the “…focus on character development is meticulous and comprehensive, filled with angst, regret, and longing, building to the ultimate climax.” – Just About Write

  “Sweet No More…snarls, teases and toes the line between pleasure and pain.” – Best Lesbian Erotica 2008

  “Word of Honor takes the reader on a great ride. The sex scenes are incredible…and the story builds to an exciting climax that is as chilling as it is rewarding.” – Midwest Book Review

  By the Author

  Romances

  Innocent Hearts

  Love’s Melody Lost

  Love’s Tender Warriors

  Tomorrow’s Promise

  Love’s Masquerade

  shadowland

  Fated Love

  Turn Back Time

  Promising Hearts

  When Dreams Tremble

  The Lonely Hearts Club

  Night Call

  Secrets in the Stone

  The Provincetown Tales

  Safe Harbor

  Beyond the Breakwater

  Distant Shores, Silent Thunder

  Storms of Change

  Winds of Fortune

  Honor Series

  Above All, Honor

  Honor Bound

  Love & Honor

  Honor Guards

  Honor Reclaimed

  Honor Under Siege

  Word of Honor

  Justice Series

  A Matter of Trust (prequel)

  Shield of Justice

  In Pursuit of Justice

  Justice in the Shadows

  Justice Served

  Justice For All

  Erotic Interludes: Change of Pace

  (A Short Story Collection)

  Radical Encounters

  (A Erotic Short Story Collection)

  Stacia Seaman and Radclyffe, eds.

  Erotic Interludes 2: Stolen Moments

  Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love

  Erotic Interludes 4: Extreme Passions

  Erotic Interludes 5: Road Games

  Romantic Interludes 1: Discovery

  Radical Encounters

  © 2009 By Radclyffe. All Rights Reserved.

  ISBN 13: 978-1-60282-249-8

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  Bold Strokes Books, Inc.,

  P.O. Box 249

  Valley Falls, New York 12185

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  First Edition: December 2004

  This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

  Credits

  Editors: Ruth Sternglantz and Stacia Seaman

  Production Design: Stacia Seaman

  Cover Design By Sheri ([email protected])

  Acknowledgments

  A number of these short stories have appeared individually in anthologies from such publishers as Alyson, Bella Books, Bold Strokes Books, Cleis Press, Intaglio, and Pretty Things Press. They are presented here as an entire collection for the first time, along with four never-before published works (“At Your Service,” “Character Study,” “Helplessly Hers,” and “The Lesson Planner”).

  Many thanks to my editors, Ruth Sternglantz and Stacia Seaman, for assembling and fine-tuning this collection. Applause for another bold and beautiful cover from Sheri.

  And to Lee, for never tiring of the stories. Amo te.

  Radclyffe 2009

  Dedication

  For Lee

  From the First to the Last

  At Your Service

  My employer Lila Cronin, heiress to a newspaper fortune and legal advisor to some of the most powerful men in the state, came out of the club a little after one in the morning on the arm of a woman half her age. Lila’s companion for the night, decked out in leather pants, black body-hugging tee, and a studded jacket tossed over one broad shoulder, had the swagger of a woman who knew she was attractive. Despite her cocky attitude, I could tell even from across the street she was totally taken with Lila. I wasn’t surprised. Lila always got what she wanted, in the courtroom and the boardroom and the bedroom. But it wasn’t Lila’s money that made her so successful with women of any age. She was just hot. A little above average height, with a willowy figure, splendid breasts, and a curtain of long dark hair that fell around her pale oval face like a frame on a Modigliani. Her large dark eyes and sculpted features completed the haunting image.

  I stepped around the front of the limo and held the rear door open for them. Lila didn’t look at me, but she brushed her fingertips over my chest as she passed me to get in. As soon as I was settled behind the wheel, I heard the click of the intercom and then Lila’s voice.

  “Drive to the
sector,” she said.

  She didn’t need to say more. I knew where we were going—not far from the industrial section where old warehouses had been turned into exclusive clubs, some so exclusive that there were no signs to announce their presence. Only those in the know, like Lila, were admitted. And of course, those invited for the pleasure of the members. Ten minutes away, the deteriorating buildings had yet to be reclaimed. Streetlights were dark, victims of the elements and vandals. The roads were cracked and potholed. The neglected blocks provided shelter for the homeless in squats and abandoned vehicles. The dark alleys and empty lots offered privacy for the transactions of the flesh that had become the area’s main business. Women and men congregated on corners and in doorways, offering their services to those who cruised the streets in search of transitory pleasure.

  I followed the prescribed route, one I had driven many times before, into the heart of the sex sector. I drove slowly, as was required, and as I drove, I had no choice but to listen.

  “I’m going to tell you exactly what I want you to do,” Lila murmured. “And if you’re very good, and do as you’re told, I’m going to let you make me come.”

  “That’s what I’m here for,” the stranger replied, her voice a husky alto. “To make you feel good.”

  “Do you like thinking about making me come?”

  “Oh yeah. I’ve been thinking about it for hours.”

  Lila sounded totally in control, but the stranger was already breathing hard. Lila was probably playing with her, kissing her neck, the curve of her ear, her throat, while her hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts, fondling her nipples, stroking her stomach and thighs. I imagined Lila’s hands, her mouth, exciting the young woman’s muscular body as I gripped the steering wheel tightly and stared at the road through dry, unblinking eyes.

  “Open my blouse. Touch my breasts,” Lila said. “That’s right. Take my nipple in your mouth.” She caught her breath, the only sign of how excited she must be. “Worry it with your teeth while you suck it.”

  I heard a zipper sliding down. Lila, opening her new lover’s pants. Lila would want to tease her clitoris now.

  “Oh Jesus,” the stranger muttered.

  “Your clitoris is very hard,” Lila purred. “I’m going to caress it, but you mustn’t come.”

  The stranger groaned, her breath harsh and panting in my ear.

  My stomach clenched and I heard the stranger grunt oh Jesus again and I wondered how long she’d last. They usually didn’t make it very long once Lila started on them. I kept the speedometer rock solid on twenty miles an hour as we drifted through the streets. My pulse hammered between my legs. My breasts tightened, my nipples ached.

  I heard the sounds of frantic sucking and low, hungry moans. The stranger would be devouring Lila’s breasts now as Lila stroked and squeezed and excited her clit.

  “Are you enjoying that?” Lila asked lazily. “You certainly feel like you are. You’ve gotten very wet and very large.”

  “I want to come,” the stranger said hoarsely.

  Lila laughed. “Of course you do.”

  Lila tapped on the tinted glass that separated the front seat from the rear compartment, and I rolled it down. “Yes, ma’am?”

  “She would like to come. Do you think I should let her?”

  “That’s up to you, ma’am.”

  “Perhaps I should let you decide. Turn on the monitor.”

  I activated the small screen in the middle of the dash that relayed the image of the backseat from a concealed video camera mounted in one corner of the rear compartment. Lila and the stranger were tangled in an embrace, their bodies turned on the seat to face one another. Lila’s blouse was unbuttoned, her breasts exposed, the dark-haired stranger sucking at one as her strong, wide fingers fondled the other. Lila caressed her new lover’s damp locks, guiding her head from one breast to the other. Lila’s hand fluttered inside the crotch of the open leather pants. The leather-clad hips rose and fell in frantic entreaty.

  “Very good, darling,” Lila crooned, “lick my nipple and then pinch it. Mmm, yes. Now the other breast.”

  Lila’s voice had gotten lower and breathier. The attention to her nipples must be making her clitoris ache. I passed a hand under my uniform jacket and over my breasts, squeezing the pebbled tips. My hips lifted reflexively off the seat, but I tensed my thighs and held the speed steady.

  “Should I pinch her clitoris just like she’s pinching my nipples?” Lila asked, and I knew the question was directed to me.

  “Only if she’s doing a good job,” I said. “Otherwise, she shouldn’t be rewarded.”

  “Mmm, she is making my clitoris twitch every time she pinches my nipples. I think I’ll squeeze her a little.”

  I heard a whimper follow close after. Lila was a skilled and relentless masturbator, and I imagined her young paramour was desperate to climax by now. I also knew Lila wouldn’t let her. I watched the monitor as I drove, and saw Lila’s lover press her hand between her legs, over Lila’s gyrating hand.

  “Please,” the stranger groaned. “Please just a little harder right there. I’m almost coming.”

  “She doesn’t deserve your touch,” I said and Lila immediately withdrew her hand. The stranger’s face contorted as she gasped, open mouthed against Lila’s breast, her crotch pumping empty air. “She should be punished.”

  “Did you hear that, darling?” Lila yanked on her lover’s hair, forcing her face up. “Should I punish you?”

  “Anything,” the young woman begged. “Just touch my clit again. I’m so close now.”

  Lila kissed her hungrily. Even on the small monitor, I could see her plunging her tongue into the woman’s mouth, sucking and biting her tongue. Lila roughly fondled the woman’s breasts through her tight T-shirt, her nails digging into the prominent peaks of her nipples, pinching and twisting. The woman’s dazed expression turned into a grimace of pleasure and her body stiffened as if an electric current had forced all of her muscles to contract at once.

  “I’m coming,” she cried out in shocked pleasure. “Oh God, I’m coming.”

  The young woman bucked and writhed, moaning her release into Lila’s mouth until at last she slumped next to Lila, her chest heaving. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slack, as if all of her energy had been sapped by her orgasm.

  “She needs to suck your clit,” I said. “For not asking.”

  “Pull to the curb and power down the rear window,” Lila instructed.

  My stomach tightened but I did as I was told. Turning off the engine, I watched the monitor and saw Lila kiss the young woman again, then grasp her shoulders and push her down onto the floor, between her legs. Lila shifted toward the open window and I couldn’t see or hear her for a few moments. Eventually she straightened and our eyes met in the monitor just as the front passenger door opened and a young, short-haired blonde wearing tight black jeans and a short black leather jacket open over a white lace top climbed in.

  “I’m going to let her make me come now,” Lila said to me over the speakers. Lila smiled almost cruelly, raising her hips to draw her dress up her thighs. She stroked the dark head, then guided it to her center. Her lids flickered. Her young lover had started to lick her. “You will watch, won’t you?”

  “Yes.” I grasped the steering wheel with both hands as the blonde pressed close to me and unzipped my pants. She didn’t speak. I knew she wouldn’t. Lila would have instructed her not to speak to me. A red light blinked above my head to the left. The second video camera had just been activated. Lila was watching me on a monitor set into the partition dividing us. The blonde pushed her hand inside my pants and caressed my clitoris with her fingertips.

  “Her clit’s really swollen already,” the blonde reported, sliding her fingers along it. “And hard. I think she’s going to come if I do what you said.”

  “No, she won’t,” Lila said, her voice low and heavy. “She knows better.” She looked down at the head rocking from side to side between
her legs. “Not so fast, darling. You mustn’t try to make me come right away.” Her eyes closed for a fraction of a second. “That’s better. Just kiss it. Yes. Very good. Now suck very gently.”

  Lila moaned and my clit jerked. The blonde was watching the monitor now too and breathing heavily. Her fingers raced up and down my clit, and I think she forgot she wasn’t supposed to make me come.

  “Not so hard,” I whispered to the blonde, because I was getting close to orgasm. I wasn’t supposed to talk to her, and I hoped Lila wouldn’t hear, but I couldn’t hold back much longer if she kept doing what she was doing.

  “Is she making your clit come?” Lila asked me eagerly. She cupped her breast and rolled her nipple. “Is she making you lose control?”

  “No,” I gasped, trying to shift my hips away from the stimulation. I felt the pre-orgasmic tremors start in my clitoris and fan out between my legs. I made a face, fighting the pressure building in my clit, and Lila must have seen I was getting ready to come. She grasped the dark head between her legs with both hands.

  “Now, darling,” Lila demanded of the young woman. “Suck me harder now. All of me. That’s right. All the way down. Oh yes. Hold me in your mouth and suck.”

  “Oh fuck,” the blonde next to me whimpered. “She’s so hot. I wanna come.” She stared at the monitor, then at me, all the while whipping my clit from side to side with her fingers. “Come on, baby. Come with her.”

  “There, darling. There! I’m coming in your mouth!” Lila cried, looking right at me.