The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  A couple hundred yards away, his fiancee was being taken by a vampire. Shana was fellating the creature, enjoying the sensation of his frigid erection against the back of her pallette, for it reminded her of the refreshing sensation of an ice pop in the middle of a muggy Long Island heat wave. Feeling kinky, she slipped a finger into Baker's rear, and the vampire melted into the ground.

  Determined, Tom Googled “when do vampires go to bed” on his phone. There weren't really results for this query. Not a very persistent man, Tom was on the verge of giving up. But sulky as a teen, he went to go curse the sky first. And that's when he saw the secret to his success on the ceiling.

  The greatest lubricant in the world is human spit, and Shana always loved the sensation of a cock covered in her slobber being slipped into her hole. They lay on their sides, his hip inside her thigh, as they worked together to craft a lulling coital motion. It was slower, but they could each feel every centimeter of one another's organs at work, in exquisite harmony.

  Shana told the vampire she would let him bite her, but not tonight.

  Twice, Tom slipped down the side of the mausoleum as he lost his footing. He actually drove by a ladder that the groundskeeper left out on his way into the cemetery, but this is not information retained by Tom's one-track mind. “Motherfuck! How do I get up there?” Stomping around the structure in rage, Tom found a lattice of vines on the other side. He scrambled up the side and clutched for dear life on the slightly domed top.

  Baker's body formed an arch, his head pushed down to hickey Shana's breasts while his bottom continued with its love making, the motions growing ever more insistent as Shana shivered in the intense sexual energy. The peculiar positioning of Baker's body was to prevent him from being tempted to draw the juice he so desperately needed, but it also made sure that his throbbing hard-on hit parts inside of Shana rarely frequented.

  Shana climaxed for forty seconds straight.

  Tom took off his Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt and wrapped it around his elbow.

  Shana, mid-orgasm, pinned Baker's head to the ground, placing her forearm on his neck. The way he twisted gave them both intense satisfaction.

  Tom ripped the blue tarp away from the glass skylight of the mausoleum. He smashed the glass with his elbow.

  Shana sat upright, sweating profusely.

  Tom writhed on the ground by his car as his elbow bled. The t-shirt did not keep any of the glass out.

  Shana made her way back to the house. Tom found a $30 room at a no-name motor lodge.

  Baker returned to his abode to sleep the day through. When the sunlight shone through the broken skylight, it did not annihilate him like Tom had hoped. No, in fact Tom did not shatter the whole skylight, but only a small section.

  A narrow ray of sunlight shone down on Baker's crotch, and his penis sizzled off like water on red hot pavement.

  Shana got the best night sleep she had since coming to Cleveland.

  TO BE CONTINUED

  Town Of Lust (Part Two)

  Chapter One

  Stephanie read through the letter twice, and still wasn’t sure what it meant. It looked like a travel brochure and a sweepstakes entry at the same time. Stephanie had seen similar letters before, offering a free trip to an out of the way place like Hot Springs Village, Arkansas, but in those cases the stipulation was you had to sit through a sales meeting. This letter had an odd location, Jenkston, Utah, but it went out of its way to say that no sales pitch meeting would take place. It also made it very clear that Stephanie must come alone. I don’t have anyone to take with me at the moment, Stephanie thought to herself, but going to Utah alone isn’t exactly my idea of a good time.

  Stephanie took the letter into her living room and sat down on her puffy white couch. She bought the couch five years ago because of the way it enveloped her slim, 5’3 frame. It made her feel secure, which went against her taste in cars, clothes, and job. Stephanie grabbed her iPad, opened the map feature and typed in Jenkston, Utah. What came up was a small town, about two hours south of Provo in the South Tent Mountains. To Stephanie, it looked remote, but when she zoomed in with the satellite view, it looked like any other bustling, resort town. There were several quaint stores and cafes lining Main Street, and a few of the more trendy chain restaurants on the fringe of the town square. What really piqued her interest was the town square, itself. For some reason, the center of the square had been blacked out. Stephanie wondered what lay beneath. She loved a good mystery.

  Stephanie gazed at the pamphlet again and studied the history of Jenkston. It started as the dream of Ronald Jenks, who wanted to build a new kind of town back in the late 1800s. He had to battle the Mormons and the Indians at first, and then the U.S. Government later, but Jenks had done it. Jenkston was considered a beacon in small town living. Thousands of vacationers flocked to the town every year and every season, according to the pamphlet.

  “If that’s true, why am I getting a free pass?” Stephanie questioned. The answer came in the next paragraph. It turned out Jenkston picked four single people every year to join the community. They were picked because of their talents and attributes. Stephanie’s talents were in the medical field. As an ER doctor for ten years at Dallas‘s largest hospital, she had seen and treated almost every kind of injury. She had entertained the thought of putting out a shingle and becoming a general practitioner, but she enjoyed the adrenaline jump she got from the emergency room. Another quick Google search and Stephanie found out that Jenkston Memorial was a Trauma One hospital, with a great rating from the American Medical Association.

  “So this isn’t a real estate come on, this is a head hunting trip. Interesting,” Stephanie mumbled.

  As for attributes, Stephanie didn’t really think about what that meant, but the selection board in Jenkston had all of her measurements. While Stephanie’s figure was slim and relatively short, she had been endowed with 36C breasts, strawberry blonde hair, and green eyes. Board members knew she was an avid runner, casual drinker, and drug free. They also knew she had an experimental viewpoint when it came to the bedroom.

  The last line of the pamphlet included a phone number and a request to call as soon as possible, if she was interested.

  “Don’t know if I want to live in Bum Fuck, Utah, but it might be worth a free vacation. God knows I have the time saved up.”

  Ten minutes later, she was on the phone with the Jenkston Tourist Bureau, booking her flight for the next month.

  “Oh, Ms. Langdon, you are going to love Jenkston in July. We don’t get near as hot as Dallas, but it is plenty warm enough to enjoy sunbathing, swimming, and hiking in the mountains. Plus, the nightlife here is so energetic and exciting!” June Fellows said.

  Stephanie smiled at the woman’s obvious sales pitch, but she was definitely getting excited about the idea. Still, there were some concerns.

  “So, June, this is a job interview. Should I bring Letters of Recommendation and interview outfits?”

  June gave a musical laugh, “No, no, that won’t be necessary, Stephanie. You are not being interviewed. You’ve already been selected. If you want to stay in Jenkston, we will give you a job that suits your needs and ours. This is all about you making a decision to move here. Bring clothes that make you comfortable. You can visit Memorial if you like, or you can avoid it all together. Jenkston wants you, now it is our job to make you want Jenkston.”

  Stephanie liked the sound of that, but it was all so strange to her, “Okay, well thanks June. Will I get a code in my email for the tickets?”

  “Oh yes, and I will send you a larger informational packet overnight so you can start planning your activities. Do you have any other questions?” June asked.

  Stephanie sat silently for a minute, trying to think of something, then said, “June, why me?”

  June laughed into the phone again, “Because Jenkston needs you, silly!”

  Stephanie shook her head in disbelief, “All right, we’ll see about that. I’m looking forward to it. Goodby
e.”

  “Goodbye!”

  Stephanie hung up the phone and wondered to herself if she had just fallen for the most elaborate phone scam in history. She hadn’t given any credit card information, but her date of birth was needed for the tickets, and June had known several other important pieces of information. Her iPad dinged seconds later with an email from June and Jenkston. It contained all the information about flights and hotels. Interestingly, Stephanie found out she would be spending the night in Minneapolis on her way to Utah. There she would join another one of the Jenkston Four, as she had already begun to think of them. His name was Todd Marton, and after a few minutes of cyber sleuthing, Stephanie discovered he worked as the head of Information Technologies at Bank of the Midwest in Minneapolis. From his profile picture on Facebook, Todd looked very athletic, and had light brown hair and eyes. Despite being a computer person, he had quite the tan. Unfortunately, his privacy settings kept Stephanie from finding out anything else. In a moment of daring, she sent him a friend request, explaining they would be traveling together soon and should get to know each other. She logged off quickly afterwards, slightly embarrassed by the move.

  “Ok, Steph, you have a month until this trip, how are you going to spend that time?” She said to herself. After hearing about all the physical activities, her first choice was obvious. She needed to make sure she was in tip-top shape. She walked into her bedroom, peeled off her light blue tank top and black boy shorts, and then looked at her naked body in the mirror. Everything looked good to her -- perky, dark red nipples on breasts that had not succumbed to gravity just yet, no belly bulge, strong legs, and cute toes.

  “What about the hair?” Stephanie asked herself, looking down at her public region. She refused to go completely bald, thinking it played into too many douche bag fantasies. Still, she agreed it could do with some trimming, especially since her favorite swimsuits would expose some of that hair. With that resolved, Stephanie went into the bathroom and took care of business. With a whir and a buzz, Stephanie’s pussy hair was reduced to a thin stripe above her vulva. She admired the look in the mirror and caressed her lips for a few seconds, causing moisture to build up inside her. Stephanie liked to tease herself a little, just before going to exercise. Then she threw on her running clothes and left for a three mile jog. Stephanie would get home with about an hour to kill before she had to leave for work.

  For the next three weeks, that was Stephanie’s routine as she prepared for the trip to Jenkston. During the last week, one of her fellow doctors commented on how serious she had become about exercise.

  “Well, I have no one to keep me snuggled up on the couch, so I might as well work-out. Besides, my vacation starts tomorrow, and I want to look good,” Stephanie answered with a laugh as she stood in the locker room.

  “You always look good,” Bob Nelson said, openly eyeing the shape of her breasts behind her scrubs, “and if you’re looking for someone to snuggle with, I am more than willing to sign up!” He put his hand on her waist and pulled Stephanie to him. She noticed the stiffness in his groin as it pressed against her stomach. Bob stood about 6’2 and was well-muscled because of his physical therapy specialty. Stephanie wouldn’t mind going a couple of rounds with the man, but there was a problem.

  “Your wife Anita might not take too kindly to that,” Stephanie said with a smile. She didn’t pull back from Bob, though. Instead, she moved her arms around him and placed her hands just above his ass.

  Bob laughed and moved his to encircle Stephanie’s face, “We could always invite her to snuggle with us.” He then leaned down and kissed Stephanie on the lips. He had a soft touch that made Stephanie ache for more. She moved her hands down and took firm hold of his ass. His dick twitched against Stephanie’s tummy and he forced his tongue into her mouth.

  Suddenly, Stephanie pulled away, “I’m sorry Bob, I can’t tonight. I have a plane to catch and I have an internet appointment to get to in an hour.” She moved out of Bob’s pleading grasp and walked out of the room. Stephanie took one last look at Bob, and saw the tent in his scrubs. That’s one reason not to take the job in Jenkston, she thought to herself. Bob’s wife Anita was another. They had all flirted in the past, and even shared more than a few kisses when the alcohol truly flowed. Taking it to the next level was definitely a reason to stay.

  One reason to go was waiting on the other end of a Facetime conversation in Minneapolis. Todd Marton had quickly accepted Stephanie’s Friend request all those weeks ago, and they had shared several conversations since then. The last few had ventured into decidedly PG-13 territory, thanks to Stephanie’s wardrobe choices, and she had planned a special one for tonight. She had rigged her iPad to answer automatically when Todd called, and she planned to be topless, in a thong, but facing away from the iPad when he called tonight. Stephanie really liked Todd, and she wanted him panting for her when they met in person tomorrow.

  When she got home, she quickly set everything up, placing the iPad in the perfect spot. Not two minutes later, Stephanie heard the tell-tale sound of a Facetime call.

  “Stephanie, are you there?” Todd asked, and then he whistled, “Oh you are such a tease!”

  Stephanie smiled as she slightly turned her head to look at the screen. Todd’s eyes were taking in her body, his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth. “Oh, is it seven already? I’m not dressed, Todd. Please avert your eyes,” she said playfully as she bent at the waist, to pick up a shirt off the bed. The pose put her barely coved ass on full display, just as she planned.

  “Like Hell I will!” Todd answered, “Why don’t you turn around so I can see your smiling breas--I mean face?”

  “Oh, of course,” Stephanie answered, and she did, but she pulled on her shirt first, hiding her breasts, and the front of her thong, which had become much darker thanks to the juices overflowing from her vagina.

  “Ah, Dammit! Missed the show again,” Todd exclaimed, but he smiled at the game Stephanie was playing. He was shirtless, and Stephanie enjoyed looking at his powerful chest and washboard abs. It was all further testament to the fact that Todd didn’t spend all of his time staring at computer screens.

  Stephanie laughed and wagged her finger at Todd, “No show for you tonight. Now tomorrow…tomorrow will be a different story all together, as long as you behave.”

  They talked for an hour, discussing their plans for the week, what they wanted to see, what they wanted to do. As their conversation wound down, Todd once again asked Stephanie to take off her shirt.

  “Ok,” Stephanie finally agreed. She stood up and angled the iPad so it presented a good view. As she slowly lifted the shirt, showing her thong, Todd began to salivate. Stephanie kept moving the shirt up, revealing her slightly defined abs. Then she bent at the waist again and threw her shirt at the iPad. The move uncovered her breasts, but covered the iPad’s camera.

  “No way!” Todd could be heard yelling. All he heard in return was Stephanie’s laughter and her sing-songing, “Good Night!” She then ended the call, and walked into the bathroom to finish her packing for tomorrow‘s trip. By 11pm, Stephanie was in bed, but couldn‘t sleep. She kept thinking about the impending adventure of visiting Jenkston, and finally meeting Todd in the flesh.

  “Yeah…in the flesh is right,” Stephanie said to herself, interrupting the silence of the house. She ran her hands over her body, trying to determine how Todd would touch her. Her fingers circled her nipples, the stimulation making them stand at attention. Stephanie then guided her hands down her stomach and over her hips. She brought them back up her inner thighs and traced her lower lips. They were already engorged with blood and slippery from her excitement. Stephanie spread her legs, giving her fingers more room to play with her pussy. Her clitoris stuck out a quarter of an inch, begging to be tweaked, so her fingers complied. With every touch, Stephanie felt herself edge closer to climax. Within seconds, her fingers were doing a delicate dance between her thighs, bringing a wave of pleasure that felt impossible to stop. Wh
en Stephanie climaxed, her brain shut down, and only registered three things: orgasmic euphoria, her heartbeat, and the annoying need to breathe. As the pleasure melted away, Stephanie licked her fingers clean and rolled over. Now, she could sleep.

  As always, Stephanie woke thirty seconds before her alarm went off at 6am. She happily bounced out of bed, excited to get the day started. An hour later, she was traveling to DFW International in Grapevine in a ShuttleBus. The security guards made no attempt to hide their appraising glances of her tight ass incased in a flowing black skirt, or her bouncy breasts in a pheasant blouse, but Stephanie was in too good of a mood to get upset. She sat down at Blue Mesa and ordered two sausage breakfast tacos. While waiting for her food, Stephanie noticed a blonde woman about her age, staring at her. At first, Stephanie did not think too much about it, but by the time her tacos arrived, she became freaked out. Stephanie decided to eat and ignore the crazy woman with the large eyes. At the same time, though, the woman approached Stephanie’s table and sat down.

  “Good morning, I’m Amy Pelling. You are Stephanie Langdon, right?”

  Stephanie had a mouthful of egg, salsa, cheese and sausage, so she could only nod her head.

  “I thought so. We are sitting together on the flight up to Minneapolis. We’re both going to Jenkston. I flew in last night from New Hampshire. I was told last month that I would be meeting you in Dallas, but I could never get up the courage to contact you. I just checked out your Facebook,” Amy finally paused for breath, “Sorry, I sometimes pratter on.”

  Swallowing her food, Stephanie stuck out her hand and said, “Nice to meet you Amy. New Hampshire, huh? What do you do there?”

  Amy shook Stephanie’s hand, “I’m a Civic Engineer, with a specialty in the environment. I helped design the recycling center in Manchester, and I’m sure that is what got Jenkston’s attention. You’re a doctor right? You work in the Emergency Room. ”