One Shade of Red

The One Shade of Red launch blog tour
Welcome to Stop 3 on the blog tour for the launch of second novel by Scott Bury, One Shade of Red.
The book is a spoof of the biggest bestseller in years, Fifty Shades of Grey. One Shade of Red turns the concept on its head: Damian Serr is a naive, under-confident university student who gets an education in business and sex from the slightly older, beautiful, smart and rich — in other words, perfect — Alexis Rosse.
This excerpt comes from Chapter 8, where Alexis and Damian sit down at Alexis’ patio to talk business — making money, finding customers, hiring employees — naked.
One Shade of Red launches April 2 on Amazon, iTunes/iBookstore, Smashwords and other fine e-tailers. For links, visit
The previous stop on the tour was Siggy Buckley’s Writers Get Together. [link:]
The next stop, March 29, is CR Hiatt’s McSwain and Beck blog. [link:]

Chapter 8: Cleaning Pools

“Really? Did you like it?”
“Couldn’t you tell?” She smiled lazily. “Well, that was fun, Damian, but we have some business to do. Go and bring your paperwork out here, and your laptop.” She took a long drink from the tall glass on the patio table. When I stood up, she lay back on the lounge chair, looking dreamy. “And bring another pitcher of iced tea.”
I stepped over our discarded clothing a little unsteadily to fetch my briefcase from the kitchen.
We set up on the patio table: laptop computer, my notes and records, the bank deposit book and chequebook. We were still naked, sipping iced tea under the hot sun. Alexis explained some points about banking, but none of them went into my brain.
“If all you can do is stare at my tits, Damian, I’m not going to bother helping you with business.”
“Sorry.” I raised my eyes to hers.
Mistake. All I could do then was to look into those brown beauties.
“All right, Damian, that’s enough,” Alexis said. She pulled on a little beach cover-up, a sort of colorful jacket. But it was see-through, and she didn’t bother tying the belt, so while I made sure my eyes were pointed at her face, I could still see her nipples.
Her big, round, brown nipples.
I managed to concentrate on learning how to use the simple accounting software. Under Alexis’ supervision, I entered the deposit cheques and recorded my own withdrawals — Alexis called them “drawings.” I was getting used to the business jargon.
“Now, then,” she said when I was done. She patted my arm and sat back in her chair. The cover-up parted. I tried very hard not to look at her breasts, her nipples, her flat stomach, her soft navel, the thick black hair at the top of her thighs.
“Up here, Damian. We have to discuss our relationship.”
“I’m happy to help you, to give you advice, but when it comes to business, well, Damian, to be kind, it’s not your strong suit. Don’t get me wrong, I know you’re working hard. And you’re smart. You can do it all, but you’re going to need guidance to handle marketing, promotion and human resources.”
“That was all supposed to be Nick’s responsibility.”
“He was supposed to be the executive and you were supposed to do all the work? Did you not think he was taking advantage of you?” She shook her head. “Damian, you have to learn to take charge. How many clients do you have now?”
“And how long does it take you to clean a pool completely?”
“About an hour.”
“Plus transfer time and so on. In other words, right now, you’re handling all the work you possibly can. So if you want to make more money, you’re going to have to hire some help.” She drank some iced tea. I loved watching her throat move as she swallowed. My eyes followed the iced tea down ...
“Damian, I want to get an even tan. Look up here.”
I forced myself to say “You wanted to talk about our relationship”?”
Alexis laughed. I loved that laugh. “Our business relationship. Now, your friend Nick is the founder and titular head of the company, right?”
“But for the summer, until he gets back, you have full rights and retain all the revenues, correct? Good. So, you can pay me to be your business advisor. I’ve gotten you all of your clients so far, and I’ll advise you on more promotion and advertising. You’ll have to hire some employees, and I’ll help you make sure you bring in the right kind of people. In return, I get five percent of your revenues, plus you keep my pool in tip-top shape. Deal?”
“I guess so.”
“It’s a great deal for you. I don’t usually work that cheap. Even when I’m fucking my business partner. In fact, I’ve never worked this cheaply.”
“Then why are you?”
“Because I like you. And it’s as much as you can afford.” She looked at her watch, which was lying on the table. “Now, look at the time. Pull on some work clothes. You’ve got to get to Mr. Feldstein’s pool in fifteen minutes. Go on, do a good job, and then you can come back and fuck me some more.”
She stood and walked into the house. Her cover-up parted and blew back as she walked, and I got one more look at her naked body before she closed the door.

After I was done on Mr. Feldstein’s pool, I was surprised to see him, the shortest, fattest little old man I had ever seen, bring me a glass of water and, believe it or not, a bunch of candies. “You’re doing a great job. Much better than the last outfit I had in here,” he said as he pushed thick glasses up his nose and then wiped sweat that was soaking his bushy eyebrows. “You take care, now. It’s darned hot this summer!”
Next was the LeBlanc house, just down the street from Mr. Feldstein’s. He had recommended me to the LeBlanc’s. Their pool was small for Rosedale, and didn’t take long to clean. They weren’t home, so there were no treats. On the other hand, I didn’t have to hang around talking to them, losing time. One more pool to clean, I thought, to the end of the day.
I was hot, tired, and completely sweaty. And I did not want to get near another pool for a long time.
But I could not stop thinking about Alexis’ promise. It had been a few hours since we had been together ... since we had fucked ... trapped under my shorts, my penis stretched out, hot along my thigh.
The sun shone into my eyes as I turned onto Alexis’ street. I parked at the curb in front of her house and ran up the steps. “It’s me,” I growled into the speaker-box at the front door, and pushed the door as soon as I heard the lock click.
Alexis was coming down the curving staircase. She looked surprised: her hair was tied up behind her head, exposing her long neck. She wore a pink t-shirt and very short pants, like gym pants. She was barefoot. “Damian! I didn’t expect you so soon! Would you like something to eat?”
I caught her on the third step. I pulled her close, feeling her breasts squish against my chest. The skin on her neck was so soft under my fingers. I kissed her hard, surprised at my own urgency. My fingers found their own way down her back. She was standing one step higher than I, so I stroked the backs of her bare thighs. The skin there was so soft, so smooth.
“Oh, Damian!” she sighed, so I stepped up to the same level as her and kissed her again. I pressed her against the wall and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She moaned.
I had to have her.


Scott Bury is a journalist, editor and novelist based in Ottawa, Canada. His articles have appeared in magazines in Canada, the US, the UK and Australia, including Macworld, the Financial Post, Applied Arts, the Globe and Mail and Graphic Arts Monthly.

His first published novel is The Bones of the Earth, a fantasy set in the real time and place of eastern Europe of the sixth century. He has also published a short story, Sam, the Strawb Part (proceeds of which are donated to an autism charity), and a paranormal story, Dark Clouds. His work in progress is tentatively titled Walking from the Soviet Union, and tells the true story of a Canadian drafted into the Red Army during the Second World War, his escape from a German POW camp and his journey home.

Scott Bury lives in Ottawa with his lovely, supportive and long-suffering wife, two mighty sons and the orangest cat in history.

He can be found online at, on his blog, Written Words [link:], on Twitter @ScottTheWriter, and on Facebook [link:]