Laura chases the Queen to a seaside town

I stepped into the warm sands of the beach. It was quite a hot day; the place was packed with all sorts of people playing around and cooling off in the water. Down the coast was the veritable carnival of fun that was the San Pablo Pier, filled with games, a rollercoaster, a Ferris wheel, among other attractions. It was the kind of spot where you could go and forget about your daily worries with greasy food and creaky rides.

Thanks to my investigation I knew that the Queen was hiding in the abandoned haunted house there, and I was going to bring her in. The pier was quite a way away. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a parking spot closer to my target. I was wearing only my blue one-piece swimsuit in an attempt to blend in with the locals, with a straw beach purse strung across my shoulders carrying the rest of my stuff.

I walked up the stairs and wasted no time making my way to the haunted mansion at the end of the pier. There it was in front of me, a two-story high decrepit old house that was barely holding itself together after years of enduring the unrelenting **** of the sea breeze. Behind it was a wooden stage covered in drapes. Later on there would be an unveiling for the winner for some sort of fishing competition. There were already people lined up and waiting in the sands below.

I approached the back door with caution. I had staked the place with binoculars since early in the morning so I knew for a fact that my target was in there. I creeped inside. The place was dark, filled with cobwebs and …completely empty? That couldn’t be right. I searched the whole first floor and found nothing. Then I moved to the second floor and noticed a weird indentation on the wall. I pushed it. The wall rotated and revealed a secret room that was also empty. Or almost. Standing near the window was The Queen of Pranks. On her hand she held a small bag. She was also wearing a one piece swimsuit, but this time she had no mask over her face. I must say that she was actually quite pretty.

She noticed my intrusion and jumped off the window, landing softly in the wooden stage below. I followed after, accidently crashing down on a barrel filled with …Tartar sauce? Why would they even have that? Oh right, to cook the award winning fish. I hopped out of the barrel covered in the stuff, it even got inside my swimsuit. Needless to say I was pretty disgusted. Fortunately, the Queen forgot to escape as she was bent double laughing out loud at my misfortune. I took my opportunity to lunge at her and the chase continued.

We were surrounded on all sides by drapes, so no one else saw my little accident. Just over our heads, the winners from the fishing contest hung from a wooden beam that crossed the stage. The biggest one caught my eye, it was easily the size of a kid. Aside from the aquatic creatures, the place was devoid of anything else. Save for a mess of ropes on the floor and the barrels near the wall. I kept following the Queen but she remained tantalizingly out of reach. Until we arrived at the end of the dock.

There was a moment of hesitation before she tried to jump into the water, but it was all I needed. I grabbed her by the swimsuit and pulled back hard, ripping a piece of it in the process. She tumbled back into the pier, falling ass first into the wooden floor. I took hold of her swimsuit again and violently yanked her up, but this time I accidently tore the whole thing. It was quite a shoddy piece of clothing, you would think that with all her donations she would be able to afford something that doesn’t break when breathed upon, but I digress. I realized that this was a perfectly good opportunity to give her a taste of her own medicine, so I threw the remaining pieces of her suit into the water, leaving her completely butt naked. Her small breasts popped into view, as did her hairless sex. She stood up and shyly covered her privates while slowly backing away from me until she hit the wall.

“It’s over,” I yelled at her while pulling out a couple of handcuffs from my bag. “Nowhere to run.”