Ready or Not: The Collection

by Launren Chase

  Ready or Not: The Collection

  By Lauren Chase

  Copyright © 2013 by Lauren Chase. All rights reserved.

  This e-book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

  Contents

  In the Dark

  Out of Control

  Quite a Surprise

  Slap and Tickle

  Waking Dreams

  In the Dark

  Tania let out a deep sigh as Kyle went down on her. Spreading her legs, he pushed his head in to her pussy, and gently caressed her labia with his tongue. Tania moaned loudly as he moved easily between her inner and outer lips, taking one side of them in to his mouth and massaging them. She shuddered, and closed her eyes.

  Taking his time, he pleasured the moist lips on the one side of her cunt, before easing away from them and drawing in to his mouth the lips on the other side. She crested the wave of pleasure, feeling the oncoming surge of her inevitable orgasm. Her eyes opened again and she looked down. Kyle met her dewy gaze, his hazel eyes bright with lust.

  “Kyle,” she whispered. “Oh Kyle! Christ that’s good.”

  He leisurely circled the entrance of her cunt with his tongue, before thrusting it in to stimulate her clit. Wet heat oozed out of her, and she melted like ice. Letting out a throaty gasp, she lay back on the bed, pushing her long blonde hair out of her face. “Fuck!” she hissed. “You are so good at this!”

  Angling up, he explored her thoroughly, going deep with his tongue. She bit her lip as his mouth engulfed her throbbing clit, and he sucked it with agonizing tenderness. At the same time, he flicked his tongue over and around it, driving her in to a savage frenzy. A heartbeat later, he penetrated her with his finger as well, moving it in with perfect precision to stimulate the rough flesh of her G-spot.

  “Ah! Now you’re just showing off!” she exclaimed. “Go on! Yes! Yes!”

  Kyle needed little encouragement. He pleasured her expertly with his tongue and finger, and Tania was panting hard now. Sweat clung to her olive dark skin, and she writhed in ecstasy as her hot ejaculate gushed in to his mouth.

  He moved his face away from between her legs, and clambered on top of her. His thick dick pressed in to her crotch. Tania clutched at his svelte, naked body. “Fuck me,” she said, raking her hand through his black hair. Without a word, he moved in to kiss her mouth.

  The door to the apartment slammed shut. Tania froze, and stared at Kyle. He had gone very still on top of her.

  “Kyle,” a woman’s voice called out from the living room. “Kyle, you in here? I got a half day from work. You ready to have some fun baby?”

  The attractive, brunette woman stopped dead in her tracks when she walked in to the bedroom and found the naked couple in there. Kyle jumped off Tania, and rushed toward the intruder.

  “Jenny, honey,” he said. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

  “Bastard!” Jenny yelled. She smacked him hard across the face, and he staggered under the impact.

  Tania was still wet and lying on the bed. By rights, she should be fuming, but she’d dated so many cheaters in the past, she couldn’t work up any genuine indignation. As nonchalantly as possible, she sat up and retrieved her skirt from the floor. “I’m guessing Jenny’s the girlfriend, Kyle.”

  “I’m his fiancée!” Jenny thundered, rounding on her. “Who the fuck are you?”

  “Someone who’s equally pissed off with Kyle here. Trust me sweetheart, I was as much in the dark as you are.”

  “You fucking slut!” Jenny yelled at her. “Get the hell out of my apartment!”

  “I’m going, I’m going,” Tania said, slipping on her panties and shorts with as much dignity as she could muster. She pulled on her t-shirt, and picked up her sandals. “I’ll leave you guys to it then.”

  “You think this is funny?” Jenny blocked her way, “You think you can seduce my fiancé and just walk away?”

  Tania held back a laugh. “Kyle didn’t need much seducing honey. You need to get yourself a shorter leash.”

  “You little bitch!” Jenny snarled and lunged at her. With practiced ease, Tania dodged out of the way. Being a Private Investigator meant Tania knew how to handle herself when trouble arose. Jenny banged straight in to the dresser, and promptly burst in to tears. Tania made a bee-line for the door.

  Kyle, who had been standing to one side limp and pathetic, sprang in to life. “Look what you did! Get the hell out of here! You fucking psycho!” he turned to the still crying Jenny. “Babe, I swear to you this is a mistake. She’s just a tramp. She doesn’t mean anything to me.”

  Tania fixed him a hard look then smiled. Kyle looked about to say something else, another lie no doubt, but Tania drove her knee between his legs. It connected satisfyingly with his shriveled manhood, and he doubled over, agony writ large across his face.

  “I’ll see myself out,” Tania said, just as Jenny had recovered. The wronged woman let out a feral shriek, and flung herself at the incapacitated Kyle. “See you around Kyle,” she added, closing the bedroom door on the warring couple.

  *

  “What a creep,” declared Enrico, when Tania related her tale of woe to him at the office the next day. “I knew he was a louse the first time I set eyes on him.”

  “You thought he was gorgeous the first time you set eyes on him,” Tania drawled, before taking a sip of her coffee. “You practically flung yourself at him.”

  “He wanted me,” Enrico said, a look of cast-iron certainty on his elfish face. “I had to practically fight him off.”

  “Honey, you think all straight guys wanna rock the Casbah with you,” said Tania. “It was me he was going down on remember?”

  “He was thinking of me when he was though,” Enrico replied smugly.

  “Well he sure as hell wasn’t thinking of Psycho Jenny,” said Tania. She sighed and picked at her bagel. “This is always happening to me. I meet a man, and he feeds me a whole lot of bullshit. Do I give off moron pheromones or something?”

  “You’re so gorgeous Tan, no man can resist you,” said Enrico, smiling impishly. “They instantly forget their current fuck-hole and want desperately to dive in to your delectable love cavern. I have the same problem all the time.”

  Tania arched her eyebrows. “My love cavern? Jesus Enrico, I’m glad I don’t live in your head.”

  “You wouldn’t be able to move for the wall-to-wall orgies honey. Hey, don’t look so glum, if you had a dick and better hair, I’d fuck you.”

  “Thanks very much,” Tania said dryly. “You’re a real pal.”

  “I know,” Enrico said with a grin. “Just call me Mr. Wonderful.”

  “I can think of other names.” Tania sighed, and rested her feet on his desk. “Seriously though, why does this always happen? Why do I always end up with men who are total creeps? I was dating Kyle for three months and never had a clue.”

  “Must be genetic,” Enrico replied. “We’ll just have to call you Gullible Girl.” He pressed a button on his laptop, and started surfing online. “Mmmm, he’s nice.”

  “What have I told you?” said Tania irritably. “No visiting LubedLatinos.com in office hours.”

  “But look at those buns girl,” Enrico retorted, pointing like an excited five-year-old at the image on the screen. “Now that’s the type of guy you need. Abs of steel and poor English skills. He’d never bu
llshit you.”

  “That’s not real Enrico,” Tania replied. “I want a boyfriend I can trust, not some lousy player.”

  “What’d you need a boyfriend for?” Enrico said. “You don’t need to date a guy to get laid.”

  “You mean I should just go cruising? No way, I’m not that type of girl.”

  Enrico winked at her. “I am.”

  “You, young man, have the morals of an alley cat,” she said. The sound of loud sex noises emerged from of the laptop, and Tania scowled at her assistant. “Don’t watch the videos as well!”

  Enrico pouted and put pause on the video he was playing. “Man, you’re a real priss when you’re not getting any. I thought Kyle made you cum before that crazy bitch showed up?”

  “That was just the appetizer. I like to have my main course as well. And I’m not prissy either. Unlike some people I can mention, I don’t need to have a penis inside me every fifteen minutes.”

  “It’s not fifteen minutes. Thirty minutes usually does the trick.”

  Tania took another slug of her coffee, and got to her feet. She walked across the cramped outer office to the window, and looked down on the busy street below. The Tania Tyler Detective Agency was located on the top floor of a ramshackle office building in the rougher part of town. Nestled here amongst run down bars and derelict warehouses, Tania tried to eke out a living as a PI. On the whole, she was pretty damn good at her job, but her feud with her old Police Captain, Craddock, had done nothing for her reputation. The corrupt bastard had made it his life mission to drive Tania out of town for good. Craddock wielded a pretty decent amount of power in this town, so most of her cases were few and far between, and paid peanuts.

  So for the most part, it was a pretty miserable hand-to-mouth existence. She hadn’t even been able to pay Enrico for the last couple of months, though, by his own admission, he was virtually unemployable, so he didn’t seem that bothered. He also had a string of sugar daddies to keep him financial buoyant during the lean times. Tania, although heartily relieved by the fact, didn’t have such a luxury. She just gritted her teeth and struggled on, managing to just about keep the wolf from the door.

  Many times she had told herself to just cut her losses and leave. It was pointless to stay here. She had no career, no family ties and now, no partner to keep her in Akron. She originally came from Minnesota, and she had a couple of cousins over there only too happy to put her up until she got back on her feet again. Every time she convinced herself to call them though, she thought about that bastard Craddock and what he had done, and she decided there and then, to keep sticking it out. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of leaving town with her tail between her legs.

  “Anyway, what exactly is wrong with one night stands?” Enrico asked, still browsing through online porn. “It’s a really efficient system when you get it right. Get in. Get off. Get out. You don’t have put up with all their shit either. Unless, you’re in to that sort of thing of. Don’t worry Tan if you are, I won’t tell. Your secret poop fetish is safe in my hands.”

  “Enrico you’re disgusting!” Tania exclaimed. “And, FYI, one night stands are tacky and sleazy. I want to get to know someone first, find out what they are like inside. Make an emotional connection.”

  “Oh honey, honey, honey, that’s so sweet,” Enrico said. “You remind me of a younger version of myself. Of course, I’m a lot more good looking and have a better tan.”

  “Is there a point to your drivel, Enrico?”

  “The point is, sugar lips, people don’t make emotional connections these days. People just sit on Facebook and fuck. Sometimes they do it simultaneously. I regularly update my status when I’m being boned. How big it is, how it’s going, when his buddies take over, that kind of thing.”

  “What are you talking about?” said Tania.

  “I’m talking about the twenty-first century Tan,” replied Enrico. “There ain’t no knights in shining armor, or broody vampires who are going to take you off in to the sunset. All men are slaves to their dicks, and they’ll say and do anything to make sure Mr. Snakey gets his nibbles. You got needs too girl, just bypass all the salad dressing and get down to the meat.”

  Tania shook her head. “I’m not convinced. Besides don’t vampires turn to dust in sunlight?”

  “Just try it honey, you won’t regret it.”

  Before Tania could argue, the shrill of the intercom filled the office. Enrico got to his feet and sauntered over to it. He spoke in to it, and pressed the button to open the front door. “You’re eleven o’ clock’s here.”

  “Okay,” said Tania, heading to her private office. “Make her a coffee, oh and Enrico,”

  “Yes boss?”

  “At least try to come across as vaguely competent.”

  “You’re so funny,” Enrico sneered. “Must be that razor sharp sense of humor that gets you all the boys.”

  *

  Mrs. Harrington was a very classy lady. Tania spotted that straight away from the expensive clothes and the expression of mild distaste she wore on her face as she took in the shabby surroundings. She was definitely not the type of client Tania usually had. This made Mrs. Harrington very intriguing as well as very classy.

  “So, how can I help you?” Tania asked in her most professional sounding voice. “My assistant said your case was very urgent.”

  Mrs. Harrington widened her eyes a little, as if surprised at being addressed by her obvious social inferior. “Er, yes, Miss Tyler, it is very urgent.”

  There was a pause, and when Mrs. Harrington wasn’t forthcoming, Tania said; “Can you give me a few more details please?”

  The well-dressed woman took a deep breath, as if she was about to do something that really frightened her. Tania let her take her time, and when she was ready, she looked Tania straight in the eye. “Miss Tyler, I want you to trail my husband. I think he might be a Satanist.”

  There was another pause, as Tania’s brain tried to process what she had just heard. She cleared her throat. “I’m . . . sorry, Mrs. Harrington, I didn’t quite catch that?”

  “I said, I think my husband is a Satanist,” Mrs. Harrington replied, gritting her teeth. “I know it sounds insane, but there it is.”

  “Oh no, it’s not insane,” Tania said quickly, “it’s just, it’s not the usual type of thing I deal with.”

  “And what is the usual type of think you deal with?” Mrs. Harrington asked.

  “Fraud investigations, missing persons, surveillance, checking up on cheating husbands, that kind of thing.”

  “Well this is surveillance. I want you to follow my husband, gather evidence. I need proof of what he is.”

  “Proof that he is a Satanist?”

  Mrs. Harrington pursed her thin lips. “Miss Tyler, you might think it’s ridiculous, but I assure you I am quite serious. To prove it, I’ll pay three times more your standard rates.”

  Tania tried not to look too eager when the subject of money was raised. “Please, Mrs. Harrington, that won’t be necessary.”

  “I insist upon it,” Mrs. Harrington said, her voice taking on a firm tone. “Please, I need your help. I wouldn’t be wasting your time if I didn’t.”

  Tania sat back in her chair, and rubbed at her neck thoughtfully. It wasn’t completely impossible of course, as an ex-cop she knew full well the kind of freaky shit that went on. “Okay, I believe you. But what makes you think he’s a Devil worshipper?”

  Another expression of distaste crossed Mrs. Harrington’s face. “I found certain pictures in his desk drawer.”

  Tania held back a smile. “Lots of men have certain pictures in their possession. You might not necessary care for that, but it’s a fact of life I’m afraid.”

  “Not those kind of pictures,” Mrs. Harrington retorted sharply. “They showed women, young women, tied to an altar. There were men in long robes, doing terrible things to these women. There were strange symbols on the altar, and demonic effigies.”

  Tania nodded. “Can
I see these pictures?”

  “He’s taken them away,” the other woman replied. “I think he suspects I was in his study. But I think he is part of some kind of group. They kidnap girls and use them in their disgusting rituals.”

  “You think there are more Satanists?” Tania was beginning to wish this woman hadn’t come to see her. The last thing she needed was some nut who thought her husband had made a pact with the Devil.

  Mrs. Harrington nodded emphatically. “Yes indeed, he is part of some kind of coven at work in the city.”

  “What does your husband do?”

  The woman paused before answering. “He is a lawyer, with a very prestigious firm. If this gets out, well, you can imagine the scandal. That’s why discretion is very important in this matter, Miss Tyler.”

  “Don’t worry about that,” Tania said. “Has your husband ever been involved in anything like this before? At college maybe?”

  “Certainly not,” Mrs. Harrington said emphatically. “He’s a very devout man, and a very important figure in our local church.” She leaned forward, her eyes wide and fearful. “I suspect he may have been possessed.”

  Tania rubbed at her forehead. This was getting better all the time. “Mrs. Harrington, why did you come to me?”

  “I’ve already told you. I need you to follow him, get evidence. Find out who his associates are.”

  “What do you intend to do with this evidence?”

  Mrs. Harrington folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t want this getting out, but I’m not going to sit by while and let him think he can get away with this. I’ll confront him with the evidence, and he if doesn’t stop I’ll take what I know to the police, and the media. He’ll never risk the scandal.”

  “But why me?” Tania asked again. “Me specifically, I mean.”

  Mrs. Harrington seemed to relax a little, and let a smile grace her glacial features. “You’re not completely unknown to me, Detective Tyler.”

  Tania’s guts twisted. “I’m not a detective anymore. That’s ancient history.”