The Virgin Sex Queen

The Virgin Sex
Queen

By Angela
Verdenius

(BBW
Romance)

Smashwords
Edition

Copyright 2013
Angela Verdenius

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Joleene Naylor

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I found that
some overseas readers were having difficulty with the Australian
slang, so I thought a list of the slang I’ve used will help while
reading the following story. If I’ve forgotten any, I do apologise!
Also, you’ll find some of our Aussie words have different spelling
to the US.

* please note
that sizes in the US and Australia differ, so when reading of a set
dress size, check the conversion on-line if you want!

Cheers,

Angela

Australian
Terms/Slang

Arvo
-
afternoon

Barbie
-
BBQ

Beaut
-
beautiful, awesome, great, wonderful

Biccies
- biscuits. The same as cookies

Bikie
-
biker, person who rides motorcycles.

Bloke/s
- man/men

Bloody
-
a swear word ‘no bloody good’, in place of ‘no damned good’

Boofhead
- idiot, simpleton, etc. It’s an insult, though sometimes we use it
as a term of affection. It depends on how it is said and meant.

Boot (of a
car)
- trunk

Budgie
smugglers
- men’s bathers, small, brief and tight-fitting

Buggered
- many Aussie use it as a slang word for ‘broken’ (it’s buggered),
‘tired (I’m buggered), and ‘no way’ (I’m buggered if I’m going to
do that). Just some examples

Bung/Bunging
- as in ‘bunging onto something’, putting on
something (bung veggies on a plate, putting veggies on a plate),
usually in a careless or ‘easy’ manner.

Chemist
- pharmacy

Chips
-
in Australia we have cold crunchy chips from a packet, or hot chips
known in some countries as French Fries

Crash
cart
- resuscitation trolley in a hospital or medical setting -
used for life threatening situations such as cardiac arrest

Dander
–
temper

Dill
-
silly, idiot

Doona
-
like a padded quilt that fits inside a cover and lies on the bed.
Can have the warmth of two, three or four blankets, etc.

Donger
-
penis. Also another meaning is a place people sometimes sleep in,
such as ‘dongers’ on mine sites.

Dunny
-
toilet. When used in the terms ‘built like a brick dunny’, it
refers to something built solid, unmoveable.

Giggle-box
- TV, television

Got
his/her/their goat
– annoyed him/her/them

Hoon/s
-
person/people who indulge in antisocial behaviour. Great
explanation in Wikipedia

Iced
coffee/chocolate
- a milk drink flavoured with chocolate or
coffee

Lolly
-
sweetie, candy

Loo
-
toilet

Lug
-
face

Milo
-
chocolate malt drink. Can have it hot or cold. Yummy!

Moosh
-
slang for face/mouth

Mobile
phone
- cell phone

Nong
-
idiot

Nooky
-
sex

Panadol
- paracetamol

Pav/s
-
Pavlova/Pavlovas - best dessert ever!

PCYC
-
Police and Citizens Youth Club

Pedal
Pushers
- three quarter pants/knickerbockers

Porking
- having sex

Primapore
- sticky patch with a pad in it, a medical
dressing

Pub
-
hotel

RAC
-
Royal Automobile Club of Western Australia. Covers insurance,
holidays, loans, etc

Rubbers
- condoms

Servo
-
service station

Shag
-
sex

Sheila
-
female

Snaggers
- sausages

Soft
drink
- soda, fizzy drink

Tea
-
some people call the evening meal dinner. In my family, we’ve
always called it tea, as in breaky, dinner and tea, or breaky,
lunch and tea.

Thongs
-
worn on the feet, same as ‘flip flops’

Tickled
pink
- delighted

Tim Tams
- a brand of Arnott’s Biscuits. Yummy!

TLC
-
Tender Loving Care

Torch
-
flashlight

Tucker
-
food

Ute -
small truck

Vegemite
- most Aussies find this spread yummy, many non-Aussies find it too
salty. Here’s the hint - if you ever have Vegemite, use it spread
thinly, never thickly!

Yamaha &
Suzuki
- ‘brands’ of motorcycles.

You
wally
- silly

Wanger
-
penis

Waterworks
- crying

Whopper
- a lie

Driving
- In Australia, you cannot get a driver’s licence to drive a car
until you are 17 years old. You get your Learner’s Permit (which
requires you to drive only in the company of a qualified driver),
then at 18 you can go for your Probationary licence (you can drive
on your own but at restricted speed limits), and then finally you
are a fully qualified driver.

Chapter 1

The small box
containing the signed books on the seat was welcome. It reminded
Sophie that she’d finally made it, she was a published author
several times over. A successful, published author. Not making
millions, true, but making a living from it.

The blue and
red flashing lights in the rear view mirror weren’t so welcome. It
reminded her that she had rather a lead foot when it came to speed,
though she was sure she hadn’t been going anymore than – she peeked
at the speedometer. Ten kms over the speed limit.

Damn it.

With a sigh,
she indicated and pulled over onto the side of the road. Rolling
down the window, she studied the two cops in the police car that
had pulled in behind her. The one driving was built like, well,
like a brick dunny. When he got out of the car, she wondered how
the hell he’d managed to squash himself into it. It was like The
Incredible Hulk in a cop’s uniform, complete with a frown which
rather marred the handsome face. Dangerously handsome, she
corrected herself. Rather yummy, actually, in a dangerous,
cold-eyed kind of way.

The cold-eyed
cop proceeded to study the back of her car before squatting down to
study the tyres.

Her gaze
switched to the other cop who was coming around to the driver’s
side door. Shorter than his partner, though still tall in
comparison to herself. Not as muscular, but then again she wasn’t
sure who would be able to match The Incredible Hulk. Superman,
perhaps?

The cop who
bent down to peer into her window was no Superman. Superman didn’t
have a boyishly handsome face with dark eyes and a mouth that,
though in a stern line now, had little quirks at each corner in a
clear indication that this cop laughed or smiled a lot. He was the
proverbial cute-boy-from-next-door, complete with a rebellious
strand of dark hair that stuck up out of his carefully combed thick
hair to flop down onto his forehead. Yep, Cute Boy from Next
Door.

And oddly
familiar.

“’Morning.” His
voice was a pleasant baritone.

“Hello.” She
smiled up at him.

“Going a bit
fast there. Emergency?”

“Ah…no.”

“I see.” He
studied her face, a small frown creasing his brow. “Your license,
please.”

Oh crap
. That request coupled with a
frown could mean only one thing. He was going to book her. With an
inward sigh, she reached into her small handbag and withdrew her
purse, flipping it open to withdraw the plastic square and hand it
to him.

Taking it, he
straightened.

While she
waited, Sophie eyed The Incredible Hulk in the rear view mirror. He
placed one big hand on the side of the car and rocked it easily,
his gaze still on the side tyre before moving around to the front
of the car to study those tyres. A gold wedding band flashed on his
left hand and she wondered who would be brave – or dumb – enough to
marry him. He looked like he ate iron for breakfast.

He’d be a good candidate for a
BDSM
novel. Oh yeah. Sophie’s hand itched to get her notepad out
and jot down The Incredible Hulk’s description. She could just
imagine him cuffing a woman to the bed, all dominant and
-

The cop beside
her window bent down again and she caught the faint whiff of
aftershave, fresh and pleasant. She’d always been a sucker for a
nice aftershave. A nice man, in fact. Unfortunately, it was a sad
fact that not many men she’d come across were a sucker for her.

Pushing that
unpleasant thought aside, she peered up at Cute Boy.

“Sophie
Willow?” He looked from the license photo to her.

“Willow in
name, not in build,” she joked, only to inwardly groan when Cute
Boy’s eyebrows rose, his gaze drifting over her.

Why the hell had she said that? Why why
why?
She did an invisible palm to
forehead thunking, all the while managing to smile up at
him.

She knew exactly what he was seeing. It was what she saw
every day when she looked in the mirror. A busty woman with big
hips and an arse only a hippo could love.
Ye gods!

Cute Boy’s eyes
swept back up her body to lock onto her gaze, a definite twinkle in
his dark eyes. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

As soon as he was out of sight, Sophie dropped her forehead
to the steering wheel and groaned. How embarrassing! “I was never
going to do that again! Not ever. That was the promise I made to
myself, not to
do
that, and I went and did it! When will I ever learn? When
when
when
?” Each
‘when’ was accompanied by the thunk of her forehead on the steering
wheel.

“Uh –
Ma’am?”

She froze.

“Are you all
right?”

No. If she had
a gun right now, she’d shoot herself.

“Maybe you’d
better step out of the car.”

The door opened
and out of the corner of her eye she saw the navy pants and black
boots of the cop.

Cops. Under the
door she could glimpse another pair of boots, much bigger boots.
The Incredible Hulk’s boots, in fact.

Could she be
any more embarrassed?

“Ma’am? Ms
Willow?” Cute Boy’s voice was almost in her ear.

Cheeks flaming,
she straightened up in the seat and turned to look out at the cops.
Cute Boy’s eyebrows were raised in polite, yet wary, query, and The
Incredible Hulk’s cold eyes were drilling holes into her
forehead.

“Just
remembering something I had to do,” Sophie said weakly, unclipping
the seatbelt and swinging out of the car.

“Just come
around to the other side of the car so you don’t get hit by
traffic.” Cute Boy indicated to the road, where drivers unashamedly
ogled the criminal being dragged out of her car by two cops.

Imagination overload, Sophie
. Taking
a deep breath, she did as instructed.

The Incredible
Hulk transferred his all-seeing eyes from her to the car. “Just
going to do a quick look around inside, Ms Willow. Is that all
right?” His voice rumbled like a diesel engine. “Anything sharp in
here I might stick myself with?”

Great. They
thought she was drugged or something. “No.”

“And we’ll do a
breathalyser.”

And drunk. No
wonder, with her talking to herself and trying to bash her brains
out on the steering wheel.

“Okay,” she said, a little dispiritedly. Why not? All they’d
find would be her….
oh crap on a
stick.

Her books. Her erotic romances. The books with
her
name on them as the
author. Not that she was ashamed of them, but having two male cops
looking at those racy covers and suggestive titles…

Could her day
get any worse?

Cute Boy was
sitting in the cop car holding her driver’s license, his gaze on
her as he spoke to someone on the radio.