There I was, hard at piece of work as common. It was a busy Friday afternoon. Another high profile execution case. Saame MO as the last. The dupe was tortured with lacerations all over his body. Fingernails tore off. eye out of its socket. A gruesome execution. How the killer whale was able to inflict this much wrong, while still keeping the victim alive and conscious enough to speak was as much a mystery to me as the fact that he was able to break into the dupe's high-security house without leaving a tincture. As if the slayer was a ghost.

No signs breaking and entering. No traces of fingermark. No murder weapon. No clue as to who or how they were able-bodied to do this. However, there was a television. I had seen it. It was uploaded to the internet. The dupe's confession of all the char he blackmailed and sexually assaulted.

I realize I have my work cut out for me. Especially seeing how this is the tierce murder matching this particular MO. A excruciate male with a TV of him confessing his crimes. I let out a sigh, rubbing my forehead as I felt a worry coming on. I was in desperate need of coffee. They discovered the body early this sunup and I've been hard at work ever since.

Finally, after time of day of trying to project out the response to these questions, I've decided to take a rift and grab another cup of coffee bean. Walking out of the offense lab, I made my way down to the shift room.

As I walk into the break room, I hear my name."notch ! Have you found anything out about how our Orcinus orca was able to enter the home base without sounding the consternation ?"

Shit, it's police detective O'Connell."Honestly, I have nothing. It's like we're dealing with a ghost. There is no sign of breaking in, the alert wasn't set off. No fingermark, no weapon system. The sole thing we do have is an obvious motive. The killer seems to be targeting alleged rapists. That's what the three victim have in common."

"O'Connell, that P. I. is asking for you,"major Davis interrupts as he walks in.

"Garcia ?"she asks."God that woman is relentless."

She then turns back to me."See what else you can get hold out and we'll talking later."

She then turned heel and walked out in a huff.

I grabbed my java and made my way back to the lab."chip ! I finished organizing the document on where the grounds was found and its conditions."I see my assistant Ashley with a pamphlet in her mitt. She sets the booklet on the mesa."Would you like me to seize a copy of the mortuary's reputation ?"

"That would be keen Ashley, thanks !"she nods and then principal off. I take a sip of my coffee and open up her file. I glance over the photo's of the criminal offense scene and the evidence as well as the documentation. This is going to be a tenacious week.

I spent the respite of the day running mental test and analyzing DNA. All of which seemed to be in vain. All of the DNA samples we tested matched all of the dupe's known associates. All of which were in his house at some item prior to the meter of end. However, all of them had alibis. I couldn't ascertain a scrap of evidence that shed any visible light on the crime. What if the killer knew how to bypass the security measures ? Still, how did he get into the family without breaking anything ? All the doors were locked.

Ashley manner of walking in with the mortuary written report. She hands it over to me. I flip through even though I was pose during the post-mortem exam. The victim had a 2.5-inch full stab lesion. What was he stabbed with a steel ? That's an awfully full steel. There are early scar don't looking at like any leaf blade I've ever seen."What do these look like Ashley ?"

She looks closely at the photo."Honestly ? They look like claw marks."

"That's exactly what I thought. This case just keeps getting unearthly and weirder."

Ashley and I spent the rest of the night mulling over what we had, which was following to nothing. Whoever this was, they were secure.

I eventually decide to call it quits for the night. I send Ashley dwelling house, but I stayed a trivial longer. I had some personal commercial enterprise to do and I really didn't want anyone asking questions. I went through the police database, looking for all information on a Bianca Caldwell. I know I've done this a thousand metre, but I have to be missing something. She has to be the one I'm searching for.

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I ended up at the Lapp bar I've spent the last several week at. Hoping she shows up. However, I haven't seen her yet. I was going to finally talk to her today. I was going to tell her the truth.

So I sat there and had a few drinks. Then she finally walked in. Slightly marvellous than me at 6 ft. She had retentive shoulder length blonde whisker. A black frock that barely filled up those breaking ball and she had curve. Not overweight, but she could satisfy out a dress, that's for sure.

She walked right up to me and took the give seat beside me."I've seen you in here quite a few clock time, but I still haven't gotten your name… Mines Bianca."dickhead ! I didn't expect her to approach me !

"Uh… Hi Bianca… I… I'm Nick,"I stutter. I can't believe she's actually talking to me !

"Nice public figure Nick, head buying a young lady a drink ?"she asks. I nod and signal the bartender over.

"Can I get two of…"I turn to her."What would you like ?"

"Screwdrivers please !"she says.

The bartender nods and goes to work making our drinks.

"So Nick, what is it you do ?"she asks.

"I'm a criminal offense vista researcher,"I tell her.

"Oh neat ! Like that tv show ?"she asks.

"Yeah, for the most part."The barkeep hands us both a glass broad of orange succus and vodka."How about you ?"

She leans in closer and whispers in my ear."I get paid to have a ripe meter with nice guy cable like you. Are you interested in having a good time ?"

I can sense a laborious perfume… Roses. It takes my anterior naris by storm.

I silently nodded."skilful,"she said.

"So, nick ... Have any interesting guinea pig ?"she asks as she puts a hand on my thigh.

"I'm really not supposed to talk about my caseful,"I tell her."But between you and me, there's a killer whale on the free targeting men who are alleged rapists."

"Really ? Any clue who it is ?"she asks.

"No idea, he's like a ghost… Able to enter high-security homes without leaving a trace,"I tell her.

"Wow, enticing !"She says excitedly."So this trace only targets alleged rapists ?"

"So far… Also, there's always a tape measure of the victim confessing his crimes,"I add. I know I shouldn't be telling her this, but I can reject her. Besides, if I don't talk about this case, I'm going to turn a loss my shit.

"Oh my god ! Really ! Was that film star one of them ?"she asks. Of course of action, his tape was uploaded to the internet before we could bar it.

"Yeah…"I confirm.

"Sounds more like a hero if you ask me,"she says. We both finish our drink and I order of magnitude two more.

"You wouldn't think that if you saw the trunk,"I tell her.

"You don't think those men didn't deserve what they got for what they did ?"she asks.

"I don't know, I just know no one deserves that variety of torture,"I say.

The bartender gives us our beverage. By now I'm feeling a estimable buzz. I want to narrate her everything, but I can't. Not yet.

"So, Nick… how about after we finish these beverage we go back to your place ?"she asks.

"S ... Sure…"I stutter.

We both take a sip of our drinks. She grabs my arm."No penury to be nervous hun, I'll make certainly you enjoy yourself."

We finish our drinks and I pay off my tab. I follow her outside.

"Should I get us an Uber ?"she asks.

"My place isn't far from here if you want we could easily walk,"I tell her.

"Sure,"she says.

We start making our way down the sidewalk. It's former February in LA and she only has on a short skimpy dress."Would you like my pelage ?"I ask.

"I'm mulct,"she stammers.

"Honestly, it's no big deal… Here."I take off my jacket and wrap it around her bare shoulders.

"Thanks, you're so sweet,"she says.

"No problem,"I say.

We continue walking, at this point, we're more than halfway there.

"So… Have you ever been with a womanhood like me ?"she asks.

"A woman like you ?"I ask.

"A tranny…"she replies.

"Honestly, I haven't really been with anyone before,"I say bending my nous down.

"time lag a sec, are you a Virgin ?"she asks.

"Guilty as charged…"

"No way ! How does such a gracious and freehanded guy like you stay ace for so long ?"she asks.

"I'm dedicated to my workplace ! I suppose. I haven't really had a good deal time outside of it."

"Aren't you lonely ?"she asks.

"Sadly yes…"

"What makes your work so important ? Why would you want that kind of animation ?"she asks."No offense, but heaps of women I know would die to be with someone like you."

"It's not that simpleton. You see my mother was murdered and the eccentric was never solved. I need to know what happened to her, I need to bed the truth."

"Wow… I'm so sorry…"she says."I understand what you're going through, my mother was murdered as well."

We finally arrive at my flat. I was really feeling it by now, more than just tipsy."Would you like something to drink ?"I ask her.

"Sure, I'll take whatever you're having,"she says.

I go to the kitchen as she sits down on the couch. I pour us both some screwdrivers since I know that's what she likes.

I hand her the drink and sit down beside her.

"Nice plaza you got here,"she points out.

"Thanks, I guess one of the few welfare of being a CSI is a decent pay,"I tell her.

We continue to sip our drinks, as we chit-chat.

"You didn't seem to be all that put off by me being transgender… Is this something you've always wanted to try ?"she asks.

"I try not to judge people on physical appearances. Besides, I don't think there is anything wrong with being transgender."I tell her.

"You're like the solely one who thinks that,"she says."Sometimes it feels like there are only two kinds of people out there. The ones that hate transgenders and the ones that want to use us as toys."

"well, I don't think I fit into either of those categories."I take another sip and she puts her drink down on the coffee table.

She places her deal on my thigh."Listen, Nick, you're a nice guy. I've really enjoyed talking with you."

"But…"I interrupted.

"But, nothing. I really like you. I don't sports meeting young handsome bozo who are actually decent. Most laugh at delicacy me like some variety of tart or freak."

"I'm sorry, that must be hard."

"It is, especially in my kind of work."

"Can I ask you something personal ?"I stammer.

"Sure, go ahead,"she replies.

"How did you get into this kind of work ?"I ask.

"Ha… Honestly, it's not something someone dreams to be when they're growing up. But… A charwoman like me doesn't have many former option. Being transgender…"

"There wasn't any other work you've could've done ? What about schooling ?"

"Honey, it's not that simple. When society sets expectations for what a man and a woman is, mass who don't fall into those categories are often ostracized,"she says."It's hard to find oeuvre when people won't even talk to you because of what you are."

"I'm sorry to get a line that. You seem like a good soul,"I say to her. She lets out a minor smile.

"Often times that's not enough."The painfulness in her voice is evident. I wrap my arm around her.

"There must be something… Something that can be done. You shouldn't have to trade yourself."

She looks into my oculus and she leans in and our lips touch. It felt like a lightning bolt ran right through me. I shouldn't be doing this. I know this is untimely, but I need to be with her. I need to know her.

She pushes me back on the couch and straddles my waist as she continues to snog me. Her hands pull my shirt up over my fountainhead and she tosses it aside. Her lips journey down my skin. She sucks on my neck and makes her way down to my chest of drawers. She stops and gets off me."Let's go to your bedroom,"she says.

I quickly get up and follow her, leaving all my inhibitions behind. As soon as we get into my bedroom, she tosses me on the bed and crawling on top of me. Our backtalk are locked together once Thomas More as her hands start exploring my organic structure. They find their way down to my belt buckle and slowly undo it. Next, her fingerbreadth unbutton my pants as her tongue slips past my sassing.

She breaks away to pull my drawers off, leaving me in just my boxers. She then stands up off the bed and turns her back to me. She undoes her wearing apparel and it falls to the flooring. She only has a thong on underneath. She looks over her berm at me."Are you certain you still want to do this ?"she asks as she hooks her riff underneath her thong.

I get up and stand behind her, wrapping my limb around her."Is there any better way to lose one 's virginity than with a beautiful adult female like you ?"

"Do you really imply that ?"she asks.

I kiss the back of her neck as I pull her tight against me. If she only knew the truth. I've been searching for her my entire life story. I kiss her shoulder. My hands move on top of her 's, sliding her underwear down until it falls to the floor.

She turns around still wrapped in my arms. She looks abstruse into my eyes."You're beautiful,"I whisper to her as our lips embracement. She wraps her arm around my neck.

We both fall back onto the bed, still wrapped in each early 's arms. Our natural language terpsichore in my mouth. Her hand slips underneath my boxers, grabbing a fistful of my asscheek.

She rolls on top of me, both work force tugging at my boxers, pulling them down. My pecker outpouring free. She slides the underwear off and tosses them aside. I get a good look at her naked body for the first fourth dimension. My eyes travel down from her golden blonde hair, her large knocker, to the big pecker between her thick second joint.

I can't attend away from it. Her gumshoe is slightly larger than my own."So… How do we do this ? I mean… Obviously, our options are limited."I say.

She crawls on top of me, kissing her way up my body. I can sense her dick as it slides up my leg, finally resting on top of mine. Her brim journey up to mine, deeply kissing me before pulling back."We can do it however you want,"she whispers.

"What do you favor ?"I ask.

She slides down, kissing me softly until her backtalk arrive at my fork. She sucks my turncock into her mouth. Oh my god, that feels so good ! She slowly starts to bob her head up and down my pecker. Twirling her glossa around the tip of my pecker every metre she comes up. I grab the sheets as she reaches around and grab my ass. She pulls my pelvis as she shoves my tool down her pharynx."Oh screw !"I gasp.

I don't know how much longer I can observe this up. She lets my cock fall from her sass. I look down at her as she sucks on her finger. Before I know it, she has her finger up against my asshole. I take a recondite breathing space of air, as she pushes it in. Once again, she has my cock between her mouth as she starts to finger fuck my butthole. Plunging my cock down her throat once more as her finger journeys deep into my ass.

However, she doesn't do this for long. She lets go of my cock. She looks into my optic."I want to fuck you,"she says."Would you like that ?"

I barely get a nod in before she lifts my pegleg up over her shoulders, pulling my ass to her. I can find the tip of her cock against my ass crack. She leans over and works a osculation on my brim, pinning my legs against my thorax. Her workforce run up the back of my thighs, locking behind my knees. She slides down and the next thing I feel is her wet, warm tongue sliding up and down the crevice of my fag, before pressing up against my entryway. She plunges her lingua up my ass. It feels so strange and yet it feels so sound !

She laps her tongue in and out of my ass before pulling it out completely. She then spits on her hand and chafe it all over her cock. She starts to rub the tip of her hammer up against the star of my ass.

"Relax love, take a deep breather in,"she whispers before she starts to push. I feel a imperativeness as her cock stretchability out my ass. It hurts at first. I bit my lower lip and snatch handfuls of plane."Just breath."

I inhale an air broad lungs as the tip of her dick dip past my sphincter, penetrating me. A gasp escapes my lips as she slowly pushes her shaft inside me. She leans down and presses her back talk against mine as her light beam buries itself deep in my ass.

As bad as the pain is, I take it all. All for her."Oh fuck, you're so tight. How does it feel to receive me inside of you ?"she gasps.

"UUuuuh fuck !"I grunt as she starts to pierce her hips back and Forth River. She starts to get into a musical rhythm. Her hips rocking back and forth bringing that cock in and out of my ass. The pain is still there, but I start to feel the delight of her cock against my prostate.

My own rooster is voiceless as brand. The pleasure overtakes me. Any s I feel like I'm going to explode. She thrust her rod trench in me as I feel her hot and heavy breath against my brass. I look up into her center as she looks down into mine. Once again our lip are together and our tongues twist for space. She starts to fuck my ass with energy. Slamming her rooster rich inside me.

"Oh fuck ! I'm going to cum !"She pulls out just enough to ram her cock as deep inside me as she can. I can sense her dick start to beat, spraying her load deep within of me, just as my own tool erupts, spewing cum all over the both of us. We're both panting for air. She finally pulls out and prostration on top of me after she lets my legs nightfall to the bed.

ventilation heavily, we are both sweating profusely. She rolls off of me and sits on the border of the bed. I place gently start to rub her back."Well, that was the most get thing I've ever experienced."

She looks back at me and gives me a sad smile."Too bad your first base time was with a tranny hooker."

"No, you're incorrect. My first meter was with the most beautiful cleaning woman I've ever met."

She lets out a small laugh. I scoot up behind her and osculate her shoulder."I'm serious !"

"You're only saying that because this is the first time you've ever had sex."

"No, I'm saying that because I truly like you, is that intemperately to believe ?"I ask.

"You don't even sleep together me,"she argues.

"Then let 's get to know each other,"I tell her.

"I don't know,"she sighed."If you knew me you won't feel the same way."

I reached over and turned on the lamp."Have you forgotten I'm a criminal offense Scene Investigator ? I'm 100 % sure you haven't been through anything I can't handle. Literally, I saw a guy tortured to demise this morning."

"I've done affair that I'm not majestic of,"she goes on.

"We all have,"I reply.

She looks back at me, she looks like she's on the wand of crying. She quickly looks away."Wait, what's this ?"she asks as she grabs a photo from my bedside stand.

"This is my mother ! Why do you have a icon of her ?"she asks. Oh, have it off ! I've should suffer told her Sooner.

"She's also my mother too,"I say.

"What ? !"she asks bewilderedly."How ? ! Oh my god ! We… We had sex !"

She looks at me with shame and disgust."You're my chum ! ? Did… Did you know this all along ? Is that why you've been going to the bar ?"

"Holy roll in the hay ! I can't believe I just had sex with my chum !"The snag start to flow freely from her eye."And you ! You just let it happen !"

She quickly gets up and grabs her dress.

"postponement, Bianca ! It's not that simple. I only had a intuition. I didn't know for sure."I majorly screwed this up ! I should have been honest at the beginning…

She threw her dress back on and grabbed her heels as she made her way to the room access."time lag, I can explain. I promise !"I shouted as she left, slamming the door behind her. ass ! I slam my fist against the wall. Why couldn't I just have asked her ? I let the alcohol get the best of me.

I quickly got dressed and ran out after her, but by the sentence I made it outside she got in a car and took off .