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    The Uptown Sluts Collection: Four Erotic Short Stories
    The Uptown Sluts Collection: Four Erotic Short Stories
    The Uptown Sluts Collection: Four Erotic Short Stories
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    The Uptown Sluts Collection: Four Erotic Short Stories

    By Erika Masten

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    The Uptown Sluts Collection
    Four Erotic Short Stories

    Young women of wealth and privilege discover their inner sluts in these four erotic tales.

    Included:
    Rodeo Drive: Uptown Sluts #1
    Special Treatment: Uptown Sluts #2
    Priority Access: Uptown Sluts #3
    Private Box: Uptown Sluts #4

    All stories also available separately.

    Warning: Explicit sexual content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted in these stories are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherErika Masten
    Release dateOct 19, 2011
    ISBN9781465931672
    The Uptown Sluts Collection: Four Erotic Short Stories
    Author

    Erika Masten

    I'm the girl next door with an unexpected wicked streak (and an addiction to sexy high heels). I love turning forbidden desires and secret fantasies into erotic tales with literary flare and a dirty mouth. Let me tell you a naughty story...

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      The Uptown Sluts Collection - Erika Masten

      THE UPTOWN SLUTS COLLECTION: FOUR EROTIC SHORT STORIES

      by

      Erika Masten

      SMASHWORDS EDITION

      Copyright © 2011 Erika Masten.

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      Erika Masten

      erikamasten@gmail.com

      http://erikamasten.com

      Published by Sticky Sweet Books. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored on, or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

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      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author's work.

      This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons or events are purely coincidental.

      Warning: Explicit content. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted herein are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.

      This is a work of erotic fantasy. In real life, please protect yourself and your lover by always practicing safe sex.

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Rodeo Drive: Uptown Sluts #1

      Special Treatment: Uptown Sluts #2

      Priority Access: Uptown Sluts #3

      Private Box: Uptown Sluts #4

      RODEO DRIVE: UPTOWN SLUTS #1

      There’s just no fighting it. No matter how many how many Beverly Hills shopping trips my old money mother drags me along for, no matter how many vacations I have to spend at exclusive villas or on yachts in the middle of an ocean, I take after my new money father, through and through. I have his gray-blue eyes, share his shade of golden blond hair, and sport the same frown after a long day of spending enormous amounts of money on clothing and baubles nearly identical to those we already have.

      She’d rather be dining at an exclusive restaurant, while Dad and I would have more fun discovering a good hole-in-the-wall ethnic place. She loves the sort of establishments where half the staff is forbidden to speak to the clientele, while I grew up sneaking out service entrances to drink cheap beer and listen to music with our housekeeper’s daughters or with busboys trying to become actors. Dad and I like life to be a tad more colorful than my mother does, and she tries not to disapprove too much.

      It feels like Mother and I have already been to half the boutiques in Beverly Hills today, so when she insists we have to stop at Battaglia on Rodeo Drive so she can buy Dad another tie he doesn’t need in a color that suits her taste more than his, I sink down into the leather seat of the limo and shake my head no.

      Mother perks one of her perfect sable brown eyebrows at me. Don’t be so contrary, Cassandra. My mother refuses to call me Cassie.

      I’m really not trying to be difficult, I lie. I’m just in a hurry to get home. I have a date with Ethan tonight.

      Ethan? The mention of his name puts a smile on my mother’s face. He’s from the right kind of family, went to the right schools, and knows the right people, so far as she’s concerned. I’m only interested in the fact that he’s got a nice cock and doesn’t want to pretend we’ve made love after we’ve fucked. He’s not my forever lay.

      Mother has that look in her eye that says she’s thinking about wedding invitations and china patterns. In that case, she says, I will have Jon drop me off and come back for me in a couple of hours. She presses the intercom button, because she never leaves the privacy window between us and the driver down, and relays her instructions to Jon.

      Yes, ma’am, a deep voice replies from the speaker.

      The mention of Jon’s name and the sound of his voice distract me. Jon’s been working as our driver for eight years, since I was thirteen and he was twenty-one. He’s been my favorite sex fantasy all that time. Even now, I feel my pussy getting slick at the thought of being alone in the limo with him. I take every opportunity I can to try to arouse him, try to tease him into fucking me. Maybe today is the day.

      The limo pulls to a stop, and I can’t wait to get Mother out of the car. Through the tinted windows, I see Jon come around the front of the limo to the passenger side. I squeeze my legs together hard at the sight of him. His hair is clipped short and a darker blond than mine is, and his eyes are water blue. Beneath the dark uniform, his body is lean, with firm, defined muscles. I know because I snuck into his quarters when I was seventeen and caught him coming out of the bathroom fresh from a shower and wearing nothing but a towel. If I’d only gotten there five minutes earlier…

      Jon opens the door for my mother, and our gazes connect in a sidelong glance. He’s been through this with me enough times that he knows what’s coming. I wonder if the fleeting trace of a smile on his pale lips is just my imagination. My nipples and my clit tingle at the possibilities, and I find myself gripping the edge of the leather seat anxiously.

      I resist the urge to physically kick my poor

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