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  The Unicorn:

  Swinging and Single

  THE BOX SET

  Episodes 1, 2, 3 and 4

  An Erotic Romance

  By Mia Moore

  Published by Mia Moore

  Copyright 2013, Mia Moore

  ISBN 9781927984185

  License Notes

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  About This Book

  In the Swinging Lifestyle, an unattached woman is known as a Unicorn because she’s so rare. Erica never expected to be one. She and her girlfriends were just going to go to a Swinger’s Club for a girl’s night out adventure—have a drink, laugh at the perverts and leave. Except her friends chicken out at the last minute, ditching her at the door.

  Walking through the door of The G Spot opens a new world. Hedonistic joy pulses through the club. She’s treated with more courtesy and respect here than at any ‘normal’ night club. She forms friendships with people who also bring her to heights of ecstasy she had only heard about.

  Erica’s single. Very single. That’s the price one pays for the kind of career advancement she’s been having. So what the heck- casual encounters have their purposes too, don’t they? It's only No Strings Attached intimacy, right?

  Until she meets a street cop named Buckley. There are a lot of facets to this man… this fascinating, strapping, muscular man…

  But things can change in an instant. A calamity at work presents a once in a lifetime opportunity for her career. She’s going to have to make a choice.

  She’s going to have to say goodbye. It was all casual, no-strings anyway.

  Right?

  Author’s Note

  In this book, some of my characters do not practice safe sex and have no consequences. Please understand that this is a novel, and not an endorsement of such behavior. In real life, play often, and always play safe!

  Table of Contents

  Episode 1: No Strings Attached

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Episode 2: Running With The Bulls

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Episode 3: Drawn To You

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Episode 4: Time To Say Goodbye

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Mia’s Readers Club!

  Episode 1 No Strings Attached

  Chapter 1

  “We’ll be there in five minutes.” Erica clicked her cell phone off and slipped it into her purse before glancing at Cathy. “I hope this time she’ll be ready when we get there. I swear, she’d be late for her own funeral.” Her stomach was in a knot and she picked absently at her cuticle. They had planned this Saturday night outing a couple of weeks ago, but they’d been half looped at the time. Now that they were actually going, it was another thing.

  “There’s a first time for everything. “ Cathy’s words were clipped. She braked suddenly and shook her head. “Can you believe this?” Her hand gestured to the crosswalk ahead of them, where two teenage boys were ambling across the street, right in front of the car. They stared at the two women as they walked past.

  “Not surprising, considering how little we’re wearing,” Erica said. Glancing over at Cathy, she wasn’t sure who’s boobs were in greater danger of falling out. They looked like two hookers on their way to meet some johns.

  “College kids,” muttered Cathy. The light turned green and she swerved around them.

  “Hey, it wasn’t too long ago that we were that age,” Erica said.

  “Eight years since graduation’s long enough, girlfriend.”

  “We still got it, Cathy.” She rolled her eyes at the absurdity of the situation. They were on their way to a sex club for God’s sake—time to lighten up. “That dress is hot. Where’d you get it?” It was even shorter than HER leather skirt and that was saying something. Cathy had the driver’s seat pulled up as far as she could to reach the gas pedals. Being only five feet tall, even with her patent leather hooker heels, she had to stretch her legs to reach the pedals. She looked like a wanton elf, her dark brown hair in a pixie cut and her one piece emerald green dress open almost to her navel.

  Cathy grinned when she glanced over. “Paradise Sex shop. I skulked in wearing sunglasses, hoping no one from work would see me.”

  “You’ve never been in there before?”

  “Not alone. The only other time I was there when I was a member of Wendy’s bridal party and we were getting gag gifts for her bachelorette. That was a lot less nerve wracking than going in solo.”

  “Yeah, I went to one too, for this skirt and top. Not exactly office attire.” Understatement of the year. If she ever walked into the firm with this see through blouse and almost invisible bra… and the skirt that barely covered the cheeks of her ass…

  She paused for a moment, picturing walking into the club. “From what I’ve read about Swinger’s, single women do really well. I haven’t had sex in over three months and I’m due. How about you? Any interesting prospects?”

  “Not really. I’ve gone on a few dates but no bells and whistles. Maybe I’m not really over Sean yet. It’s hard to trust men or warm up to a guy after that experience.” She sighed. “And I really thought he was the one.”

  Yeah, that breakup was hard on her. The emails she’d sent to Dubai, where Erica had been on a project had been heart wrenching. Cathy’s goal was to be married and pregnant by the time she was thirty. Now 29, time was running out.

  Marriage and kids were important to both of Erica’s friends. It was ironic. They wanted to build families, while she got excited about the next engineering project her firm was bidding on. She was in line to be a full Project Manager on the next job; after four years as assistant project manager, she couldn’t wait. Marriage, let alone kids, wasn’t on her radar. There were too many things to build in the world.

  “Well, Cathy, with your looks and that outfit, everyone will be hitting on you tonight.”

  “Thanks. I’m overdue for that, at least. I’m not sure about having sex though. I thought I’d just check the place out, see how it feels.” She leaned closer to the
steering wheel looking into the foyer of the apartment building where Monica lived. “Whaddayaknow. There she is and on time.”

  Erica turned to see Monica mince in her impossibly high heels through the glass door of the building and then cross the sidewalk. The back passenger door opened and she climbed in.

  “Hi. Ready for this ladies? You should have seen the look one of my neighbors gave me when I got off the elevator. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. I feel almost naked!” Monica slammed the door shut and leaned forward, placing her hand on the back of Erica’s seat.

  Cathy glanced in the rear view mirror “You look great! And this is your last chance to fly solo before you move in with Jim. We’ll have a great time even if we just have a drink and check out the action. There’s no law that we HAVE to hook up.” Her eyes slid over to Erica as she pulled away from the curb.

  “I don’t know about you two but I’m open to trying it. Really, it’s perfect if you want to have sex with no strings. The guy is married and you’ll probably never see him again.” Erica turned her head to glance at Monica. With those blue eyes and tight dress, she’d be fighting them off.

  Monica sat back into her seat and her hands fidgeted. “I’ve never done anything as ‘out there’ as this. What if they start pawing at us? I’m not keen on that. Actually, I’d rather just size it up, have a few laughs.”

  Erica heard the hesitancy in Monica’s voice, echoing what Cathy had said earlier. The two of them had always agreed with each other and often made her feel like the third wheel. Too often? Some things never change.

  When they pulled into the parking lot of the G Spot, Cathy bit her lower lip and turned around to look at Monica. Some sort of silent communication was happening between them as they looked at the building and then each other, reminding Erica of rabbits frozen in fear. She should have known better than to count on them to actually go through with this. They were much more conventional than she’d ever been. Neither of them had any sort of tattoo, and the only piercings they ever had was just on their ears.

  “Well? We’re here, let’s go.” She made her voice as chirpy as possible. Keep it light, Erica, they look like their getting ready to back out.

  “Oh…I don’t know.” Cathy was watching the building. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I mean we were drunk when we planned it, but I’m sober now.”

  “Yeah, maybe not,” Monica spoke up quickly. “Honestly, now that we’re here, I’m nervous. Look at that man and woman going in there. They must be forty if they’re a day. Ohmygod I have an uncle that age! I don’t think our sort of people will be in there. We’ve had a look so why not just go back to my place, order a pizza and get drunk?” Monica shifted in her seat, sitting back and folding her arms across her chest.

  Erica sighed inwardly. “Yeah, well George Clooney is in his fifties and I wouldn’t turn HIM down if he was interested. What’s wrong with you two? Let’s go in, have a drink and check it out. If we don’t like it, we can leave. C’mon, just one drink.” She tried to keep the annoyance from her voice.

  “I don’t know. What if there’s someone there from work? I had a hard enough time going into the sex shop.” Cathy’s voice had turned whiny, which was usual when confronted by something new.

  “Look if you see anyone, it’s incriminating for them too. Guaranteed, they won’t say anything when they’re there as well.” Erica had her hand on the door handle.

  “I have to agree with Cathy. I’m too chicken shit, now that we’re actually here.”

  Damn. Well, she should have known, but still—to get this far and then back out? “Well thanks a lot. I just want to check it out and you won’t even go in, let alone stay for a drink. I’m going in, with or without you. Last chance. Will you go in for ONE drink?” Erica knew the answer when she looked at Cathy and Monica. No, she was on her own with this.

  They both looked at her silently.

  Fine. “Okay, talk to you next week.” She opened the door and stalked across the parking lot to the front door of the club. She had always been the adventurous one so this shouldn’t surprise her. Even so, the fact that her two best girlfriends would desert her and let her go to a Swinger’s Club alone, hurt. Sure, they’d be dying to hear all about it later, but she wouldn’t tell them a damned thing.

  Chapter 2

  A woman standing behind a high counter looked up when she entered. Her eyes behind her dark framed glasses matched the welcoming smile on her face. “Hi, I’m Gloria. Welcome to the G Spot. Are you alone tonight?”

  Now that she was here, she took a deep breath and smiled in return. “Yes. I’m Erica and it’s my first visit. What is the cover charge?” She was already fishing in her purse for her wallet.

  “Ten dollars—half price for Unicorns.”

  “For what?”

  “Unicorns.” Gloria paused and then snickered. “It’s what single women are called in the swinging lifestyle. A mystical creature always talked about, but rarely, if ever, seen.”

  Great. Like she wasn’t self conscious enough already. She handed over a twenty.

  Gloria made change and had Erica fill out a membership form. She leaned on the counter as Erica finished. “You probably won’t need your wallet all night. There’ll be lots of people willing to buy you drinks and get close to you.” Gloria placed her elbows on the counter and leaned towards her, still wearing the warm smile. “You’ll have your pick and don’t worry about anyone coming on too strong. It’s a good club and everyone respects the rules. No touching without permission.” She grinned. “You’d get more unwelcome gropes at a vanilla nightclub than you will here.”

  “Okay, thanks.” Erica’s heart was beating fast as she left the woman and walked to the bar. Music pulsed in the background as she took a place at the end of a line of men and women being served. She caught the eye of a dark haired, young bartender.

  “What can I get for you?” His brown eyes flashed above the whitest teeth she’d ever seen.

  In the tailored white shirt, open a few buttons at the neck and bare, muscled forearms, she was tempted to just say ‘you’, but instead ordered a gin and tonic.

  She looked around as she waited. There was quite an age range of people there, all sporting club wear. Many appeared to be in their late thirties, followed by a good many in their forties. There was even a gathering of people in their fifties… wait, maybe sixties? There was a small dance floor with a few women dancing together. Well, it was early and maybe the guys needed a few drinks to get up and dance.

  The music and lighting was similar to any club Erica had ever been to, but it was different in other ways. The age range of guests was a lot broader than her usual haunts. And the clothes! She watched a woman walk away from the bar with a tray of drinks wearing just a negligee and g-string. She put the tray down on a table where five others were sitting and took a seat as well. Yes, the dress code here was a lot more risqué. Her outfit was almost dignified compared to what some of the women were wearing!

  The bar tender appeared and placed the drink in front of her. He shook his head when she placed money on the bar. “You’re new here so the first drink’s on the house. Have a good time.”

  “Thank you! That’s a nice welcome.” She picked up the drink and walked to a small table that was empty. There were six people at the table next to it who turned and smiled at her when she sat down. Were they checking her out? Did that smile mean they wanted to have sex with her later? Was it that blatant? If she smiled back, would that be considered some sort of come on by her? But if she didn’t, would she be rude and breaking some unknown rule? Oh man… all I wanted was to get laid. She felt like she landed on an alien planet with unknown and subtle traditions. She took a large swallow of her drink and watched the table next to her.

  They looked like they may be in their early forties and were obviously friends from the way they were laughing and talking together. One of the men was particularly good looking with the body of an athlete, handsome with a dark
complexion. He was with the woman closest to her table, and their hands were clasped and she was laughing along as he was telling some sort of anecdote and interjecting her own comments. It must be his wife, judging by the matching wedding rings. Well, maybe even housewives can get horny or something. Her face was attractive and her generous boobs were flowing over the tight top she wore, showing a long line of cleavage.

  The other two men at the table weren’t bad looking and also fit in their form fitting golf shirts. Their wives were decked out in tight dresses that revealed cleavage and lots of thigh. A young man in his twenties approached them and started chatting with the group. Erica’s eyes opened wide when the he took the wife of ‘good lookin guy’ or GLG as she preferred to call him, and dragged her, laughing to the dance floor.

  Why hadn’t he approached her? He WAS, after all, closer to HER age. And…she looked hot even if she did say so herself. Auburn, shoulder length hair always kept just so and an attractive face. She knew her pale blue eyes above the high cheekbones were her best feature…well if you didn’t count her D boobs. AND, her waist was trim and legs shapely even if her ass was heavier than she wanted. No matter how much time she spent on the stair master, the roundness and extra flesh refused to go. She turned to watch the dance floor.

  The young man and GLG’s wife were dirty dancing in front of the DJ booth. Oh my. He had pulled her in close to him and his hands cupped her ass, squeezing and pinching. In turn she cupped his buttock with one leg as they swayed for a moment, almost fucking standing up. She bent backwards at the waist, his hand now on her breast. Erica was mesmerized watching them. You didn’t see this sort of dancing in a regular night club that was for sure.

  She glanced quickly at GLG. What was his reaction to this young stud groping his wife? He was smiling, watching and pointing it out to the other people at the table. They all seemed to be enjoying the show that the wife and young lover were putting on.

  She jumped when the cute bartender appeared beside her and placed another drink in front of her. Her eyebrows asked a question when she looked at him.