Only Girl(Lesbian)

Only Girl(Lesbain)

(Author's Note)

Okay guys, this book is rated R for detailed sexual experiences. If you can't handle it, please don't read it. If you can and you like it, let me know(: I hope you guys enjoy it.

Ashley Zimmer was the epitome of a player. That being said, she was always honest. She was quick to share her opinion and the last to give in. She liked her independence. Being even tempered was her namesake. I met her last year, at the office. Technically, she was my boss, but she never treated me so. The occasionial joke was made, per her style.

( Flashback)

I got the job! I still couldn't believe, this was just the right move for my career. My father would be so proud of me.

I walked into the overly pricey lobby of Zimmer Publishing. "The soles of my shoes squeaked against the shiny, white floor as I headed to the elevator. I gently pushed the botton for the 13th floor. Unlike most elevators, the music in this one was a soft Lindsey Striling song played at a low level. Already I was relaxing, my rapid pulse was beginning to ease to a manageable level when I heard a ding telling me I was on the desired floor. I walked to another smaller lobby type room. In contrast to the first lobby this was carpeted in a plush, stark white. I felt myself sink a little with each step towards the large, dark desk across the room. A beautiful girl with long, curly, blonde hair and ice blue eyes. As she finally lifted her gaze and spotted me headed towards her, she pulled oout her ear buds and gave me a warm smile.

"Hello, how may I help you? " her sounding like melted honey.

"My name is Andrea and I have a appointment with Mrs. Zimmer." I replied in a calm tone. I could tell she was slightly uncomfortable from me gaze. Her eyes darted down to the papers in front of her.

"Ah, right on time. Just one moment, while I notify her." she smiled again, showing off her perfect teeth. The sight made me smirk. Girls always reacted this way to me. Even the straight girls. Intimidated yet interested by my, uh, style.

I was chunkier build. Short and well packed. I had softly defined muscles from soccer. I played in college and still played in an adult league for fun. I could've gone pro, but that wasn't me. I wore tan cargo pants with a a plain white T-shirt. Band bracelets pulled at both wrists and I had on white converse. My chestnut colored hair was pulled back into a ponytail tail. I had put on minimal makeup just base and mascara. My back tattoo could be seen through my shirt, not that I cared. I was here for my mind, not my style.

I was pulled away from my thoughts when the girl told me to have a seat and that the lady of the hour would be here shortly.

I vaguely remember what Mrs. Zimmer looked like from the website. She was an older woman who looked small and fagile. The picture featured showed her in a prim black pant suit, her white, whispy hair pulled back into a severe bun at the middle of her head. She was known for being quite the micromanger.

I was torn away again when a beautiful, pale, raven haired girl entered the room. Her her dark green, mossy colored eyes scanned the room as she said something quietly to the girl at the desk. She had a small smile on her lips. As she turned to face me I became aware it was a smirk. It was hard to tell how long her hair was as it was pulled up into a massive knot on the very top of her head. She had on shiny, black leggings and a baggy, black, owl sweater. She had a white slender head band around her head and long small chain with and owl charm dangling from it around her neck. Her ears where gaged to the size of a dime, snake bites playing against her rosy red lips. Her eyeliner winged out slightly from her eyes and her lashes were fake, making it look as though she had long full lashes. Her black toms padded softly against the carpet. As she reached me, I tore my gaze away from her body to look at her face. Up close I could tell how smooth and silky her skin actually was.