Lesbian Ghost Hunters: Book #2
R.J. takes the newly-initiated ghost hunter to the carnival, where there are more than enough fun and games, and women, to go around.
“I could let you play for free,” said R.J. She wrapped her hand around the girl’s fingers, where a forgotten ice cream cone had dripped bubble-gum flavor all down her hand. R.J. licked the ice cream, and then her eyes on the girl’s, dipped her tongue lower to lick ice cream off her fingers themselves. I thought I saw the girl shudder, though she was trying hard to hide it.
“Just once though,” said R.J. She ran her red tongue over her lips to clear away the ice cream. “And you’d have to do something for me.”
“What—what’s that?” squeaked the girl.
R.J. leaned in close to whisper something in the girl’s ear. I watched her eyes widen and dart to me.
Previous books in the series:
Wake-Up Call (#1)
This 10,000 word novelette is intended for mature audiences.