1
Tonya finally cracked open her eyes when the smell of fresh coffee wafted into her bedroom. She rolled over with a groan and glanced at the clock; it was already one in the afternoon. She climbed out of bed, running a hand through her short brown hair and headed for the kitchen.
"Good morning, gorgeous," chirped the perky tan-skinned girl making coffee.
An irresistible smile rushed across Tonya's face, as it always seemed to when she saw the other woman.
Her name was Erin. She had dark brown curls bouncing around her narrow shoulders, with bright hazel eyes beaming from her round face. The two women were about the same height, with Erin sporting a few more curves than Tonya's leggy figure. She was wearing a muted pink blouse with a navy skirt, which Tonya couldn't help but think might have been a little too low-cut and a little too short, respectively, considering the girl had already been at work all morning. Not that she was going to complain about the view!
"I made it just-Oh!" Erin began but Tonya grabbed the girl, pulling her into a tight embrace and a deep kiss.
Returning the kiss eagerly, Erin melted into her arms, her pert breasts squeezing against the other woman's larger rack. Tonya couldn't resist sliding her hands down to squeeze that plump round booty she liked so much.
"I made it a little light," Erin sighed dreamily when they finally pulled apart. "Cream and sugar just-"
"Just like my baby?" Tonya interrupted with a grin. "Too bad the coffee can't wake me up as good as your sweet little ass!"
Erin blushed as Tonya slapped her on the butt, then reached past for the steaming mug.
"If only I had time for that," she sighed, biting her lip. "But I only came home to make sure you got up...as usual."
Tonya rolled her eyes and plopped down at the kitchen table. "I tell you every day, you don't have to do that."
"And yet every day I will," Erin crossed her arms under her breasts. "Especially when you're out until all hours of the morning...what was it, four or five last night?"
"It's the job, babe," Tonya said. "I tell you that every day too..."
"I know, I know...not every day."
"I was following this guy for a client that whole time," Tonya went on after a long drink. "The wife hired me, thinks he's cheating, of course...I'm not sure if this guy's cheating, but he's up to something-"
"Babe!" Erin interjected. "I'm really not complaining...I just want to help, and we both know if I don't come wake you up on my lunchbreak, you'll sleep through your afternoon consultations."
"Yeah, okay, maybe," Tonya rolled her eyes again as Erin leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.
"But I do have to run today," she explained. "I have an interview with the head of the drug taskforce for my article."
"The one on that new party drug, what's it called?"
"Double X, Mike want's it finished by Friday so it can really freak some parents out for the weekend."
"Now that's what I call journalistic integrity," Tonya teased.
Erin huffed slightly, grabbing her purse and heading for the door.
"I'll probably be late again," Tonya added. "Unless this guy's polite enough to meet with his mistress before dinner..."
Erin turned back with a broad smile and came back for a few more excited kisses. "Be safe!" Then she rushed out leaving Tonya to finish her coffee in peace.
2
Tonya had been a private investigator long enough to know a sleazebag when she saw one. Even though she had followed Paul Mason every night that week and hadn't seen anything to suggest there was another woman, her gut told her that he was up to something. Usually, a job like this was as simple as tailing the husband a few days and snapping a picture or two of him with another woman...or as often as not, another man.
As usual, Paul Mason had stayed at his office until well after eight that night. When he finally left, she tailed him as he wound through downtown, making a few strange turns down seemingly random back-alleys. It was almost like he was trying to avoid a tail. Had he made her?
Tonya drove a blue 68 Chevy Camaro convertible. It was not the most inconspicuous car, so she was used to, and very good at, getting creative to keep track of mark without being spotted. She was confident he hadn't.
Eventually, he ended up at an all-night diner and truck-stop on the outskirts of town. There was a seedy motel just across the parking lot, which Tonya was more than a little familiar with. It was just the kind of place cheating bastards went to meet with their mistresses...or misters.
Thinking the job was about to get a lot more typical, Tonya circled around behind the truck-stop so he wouldn't notice her car. She parked with a view of the dining room, then got her camera ready.
She saw Paul Mason enter the diner, acting suspiciously nonchalant. The way people do when they think they're more clever than they are. Tonya actually laughed and shook her head. He meandered towards a table, where someone else was already sitting, a young woman by the looks of it.
"Men are such scum," she murmured, lifting her camera and dialing in her hi-def zoom lens. "No wonder I prefer...ERIN!?"
Tonya nearly dropped her camera in shock. She was pretty sure she'd recognize that mop of kinky brown curls anywhere, but when the young woman turned there was no mistaking her girlfriend's beautiful face.
Paul Mason was sitting down at a seedy diner to meet with her Erin!
Tonya pushed down the urge to storm inside and confront them both. Forcing herself focus on the job, she snapped a few pictures of them together. Then that flash of rage began to subside. Whether Paul Mason was or not, she knew Erin wasn't a cheater. More than likely he was a source for her article.
Then something else occurred to the detective. Erin was writing an article on a new designer drug flooding the city's club scene. This guy was out late, every night making random, strange stops all over downtown. He wasn't cheating, he was either an addict or a dealer!
Tonya laid down her camera, concern creeping in to replace jealousy. Erin was an intelligent woman, but she was a little naïve and a lot reckless, especially when chasing down a story. Who knows what Paul Mason might do if she asked the wrong question?
Difficult as it was, Tonya forced herself to stay in the car and watch. He wasn't likely to do anything too dangerous in such a public venue. Not to mention, Erin would kill her if she let her overprotective nature screw up a good source for a story. So the private detective watched and waited, drumming her nails impatiently on the steering wheel of her car.
When Erin finally got up to leave, Tonya could tell from her body language she was frustrated. Looked like Paul Mason turned out to be a dead-end for them both. Time to go find out just what was going on. She got out of the car, dressed in her usual outfit; snug, slightly ratty jeans with a dark tee shirt under her black leather jacket.
As soon as the car door shut, a big hand clamped over Tonya's face!
In the same instant, a man's arm slung around her torso pinning her arms at her side. Tonya thrashed and twisted immediately, keeping her assailant from getting a good grip. She cocked her arm, jamming a sharp elbow into his ribs!
The man groaned and his grip loosened even more.
