There I was, hard at work as usual. It was a busy Fri afternoon. Another high visibility murder case. Lapp MO as the last. The victim was tortured with lacerations all over his body. Fingernails tore off. Eyeball out of its socket. A gruesome murder. How the killer was able to inflict this practically hurt, while still keeping the victim animated and conscious enough to verbalise was as much a mystery to me as the fact that he was able to stop into the victim's high-security mansion without leaving a trace. As if the grampus was a ghost.

No mark breaking and entering. No traces of fingermark. No execution artillery. No clue as to who or how they were able-bodied to do this. However, there was a video. I had seen it. It was uploaded to the internet. The victim's confession of all the women he blackmailed and sexually assaulted.

I realize I have my work cut out for me. Especially seeing how this is the third murder matching this item MO. A rack Male with a picture of him confessing his crimes. I let out a sigh, rubbing my forehead as I felt a headache coming on. I was in desperate need of coffee. They discovered the organic structure early this dawn and I've been hard at work ever since.

Finally, after hours of trying to figure out the answers to these questions, I've decided to take a break and grab another cup of coffee. Walking out of the crime lab, I made my way down to the breakout room.

As I walk into the break room, I hear my name."Nick ! Have you found anything out about how our killer was capable to enter the habitation without sounding the alarm ?"

shit, it's detective O'Connell."Honestly, I have nothing. It's like we're dealing with a specter. There is no signal of breaking in, the alarm wasn't set off. No fingerprint, no artillery. The lone affair we do have is an obvious motive. The killer seems to be targeting supposed raper. That's what the three dupe have in common."

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

"Garcia ?"she asks."God that fair sex is relentless."

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

She then turned heel and walked out in a huff.

I grabbed my coffee and made my way back to the lab."Nick ! I finished organizing the documents on where the evidence was found and its conditions."I see my help Ashley with a brochure in her hands. She sets the folder on the tabular array."Would you like me to grab a copy of the mortuary's report ?"

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

I spent the rest of the day running trial run and analyzing DNA. All of which seemed to be in vain. All of the DNA samples we tested matched all of the victim's known associates. All of which were in his house at some full stop prior to the prison term of decease. However, all of them had alibis. I couldn't find a fleck of evidence that shed any light on the offence. What if the killer knew how to get around the surety ? Still, how did he get into the home without breaking anything ? All the doors were locked.

Ashley walking in with the mortuary report. She hands it over to me. I flip through even though I was represent during the post-mortem testing. The victim had a 2.5-inch full twinge lesion. What was he stabbed with a sword ? That's an awfully wide blade. There are other stain don't look like any vane I've ever seen."What do these look like Ashley ?"

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

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

Ashley and I spent the balance of the night mulling over what we had, which was next to nothing. Whoever this was, they were good.

I eventually decide to call it quits for the night. I send Ashley rest home, but I stayed a petty longer. I had some personal business organization to do and I really didn't want anyone asking inquiry. I went through the police database, looking for all information on a Bianca Erskine Preston Caldwell. I know I've done this a yard clip, 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 same bar I've spent the go several weeks 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 separate her the truth.

So I sat there and had a few drinks. Then she finally walked in. Slightly taller than me at 6 ft. She had hanker shoulder length blonde hair. A black dress that barely filled up those curves and she had curves. Not fleshy, but she could fill out a wearing apparel, that's for surely.

She walked right up to me and took the clear seat beside me."I've seen you in here quite a few times, but I still haven't find your name… Mines Bianca."Shit ! I didn't expect her to border on me !

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

"Nice name Nick, head buying a girl 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 barkeeper nods and goes to work making our drink.

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

"I'm a crime prospect investigator,"I tell her.

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

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

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

I can smack a heavy perfume… Roses. It takes my anterior naris by storm.

I silently nodded."Good,"she said.

"So, snick ... Have any interesting cases ?"she asks as she puts a mitt on my thigh.

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

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

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

"Wow, enticing !"She says excitedly."So this ghost only targets alleged rapist ?"

"So far… Also, there's always a tape recording of the dupe confessing his criminal offense,"I add. I know I shouldn't be telling her this, but I can balk her. Besides, if I don't talk about this casing, I'm going to recede my diddley.

"Oh my god ! Really ! Was that movie whizz one of them ?"she asks. Of course of instruction, his tape was uploaded to the net before we could break off it.

"Yeah…"I confirm.

"Sounds more like a hero if you ask me,"she says. We both finish our drinking and I guild two Thomas More.

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

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

"I don't know, I just know no one deserves that form of distortion,"I say.

The barkeep gives us our crapulence. By now I'm feeling a good bombilation. I want to tell her everything, but I can't. Not yet.

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

"S ... Sure…"I stutter.

We both take a sip of our boozing. She grabs my arm."No indigence to be flighty hun, I'll make for sure 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 pavement. It's other February in LA and she only has on a short skimpy dress."Would you like my coat ?"I ask.

"I'm mulct,"she stammers.

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

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

"No problem,"I say.

We continue walking, at this degree, we're to a greater extent 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 psyche down.

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

"Guilty as charged…"

"No way ! How does such a nice and bighearted guy like you stay single for so long ?"she asks.

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

"Aren't you lonely ?"she asks.

"Sadly yes…"

"What makes your study so authoritative ? Why would you want that kind of life ?"she asks."No offense, but mess of women I know would die to be with individual like you."

"It's not that simple. You see my mother was murdered and the case was never solved. I need to know what happened to her, I need to get laid 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 apartment. I was really feeling it by now, More than just tipsy."Would you like something to pledge ?"I ask her.

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

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

I helping hand her the drinking and sit down beside her.

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

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

We continue to sip our drinking, 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 label people on strong-arm coming into court. Besides, I don't think there is anything haywire with being transgender."I tell her.

"You're like the only one who thinks that,"she says."Sometimes it feels like there are only two form 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 berry table.

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

"But…"I interrupted.

"But, nothing. I really like you. I don't meet Lester Willis Young handsome guys who are actually nice. nearly guys treat me like some kind of whore 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 somebody dreams to be when they're growing up. But… A woman like me doesn't have many early options. Being transgender…"

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

"beloved, it's not that simple. When club sets expectations for what a man and a woman is, people who don't fall into those family are often ostracized,"she says."It's hard to encounter employment when people won't even talk to you because of what you are."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You seem like a good person,"I say to her. She lets out a diminished smile.

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

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

She looks into my eyes 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 wrong, 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 kiss me. Her hands pull my shirt up over my head and she tosses it aside. Her lips journey down my skin. She sucks on my neck and makes her way down to my chest. She stops and gets off me."Let's go to your bedroom,"she says.

I quickly get up and stick with her, leaving all my suppression behind. As soon as we get into my bedroom, she tosses me on the bed and crawls on top of me. Our sass are locked together once to a greater extent as her hands start exploring my physical structure. They find their way down to my belt buckle and slowly unwrap it. adjacent, her fingers unbutton my drawers as her tongue slips past my back talk.

She breaks away to deplume my pant off, leaving me in just my boxers. She then stands up off the bed and turns her back to me. She undoes her dress and it falls to the floor. She only has a thong on underneath. She looks over her shoulder at me."Are you indisputable you still want to do this ?"she asks as she hooks her thumbs underneath her thong.

I get up and stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her."Is there any better way to lose one 's virginity than with a beautiful woman 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 Sojourner Truth. I've been searching for her my full life. I kiss her berm. My hands move on top of her 's, sliding her underwear down until it falls to the level.

She turns around still wrapped in my weapon. She looks deep into my eyes."You're beautiful,"I whisper to her as our lips bosom. She wraps her arm around my neck opening.

We both fall back onto the bed, still wrapped in each other 's coat of arms. Our tongues dance in my mouth. Her hand slips underneath my boxershorts, grabbing a handful of my asscheek.

She rolls on top of me, both deal tugging at my boxershorts, pulling them down. My peter spring free. She slides the underclothing off and tosses them aside. I get a good face at her nude body for the first base clip. My eyes travel down from her golden blonde whisker, her orotund knocker, to the boastfully cock between her thickheaded thighs.

I can't look away from it. Her peter is slightly declamatory 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 organic structure. I can feel her cock as it slides up my leg, finally resting on top of mine. Her lips journey up to mine, deeply kissing me before pulling back."We can do it however you want,"she susurration.

"What do you prefer ?"I ask.

She slides down, kissing me softly until her lips arrive at my crotch. She sucks my cock into her rima oris. Oh my god, that feels so dependable ! She slowly starts to bob her point up and down my beam. Twirling her tongue around the tip of my stopcock every time she comes up. I grab the tabloid as she reaches around and grabs my ass. She pulls my pelvic arch as she shoves my cock down her throat."Oh fuck !"I gasp.

I don't live how much recollective I can keep on this up. She lets my tool nightfall from her lips. 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 oceanic abyss breath of air, as she pushes it in. Once again, she has my stopcock between her lips as she starts to finger have a go at it my butthole. Plunging my cock down her throat once more as her fingerbreadth journey deep into my ass.

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

I barely get a nod in before she lifts my legs up over her shoulders, pulling my ass to her. I can find the tip of her hammer against my ass crevice. She leans over and plants a kiss on my backtalk, pinning my leg against my chest. Her hands run up the dorsum of my thigh, locking behind my human knee. She slides down and the succeeding affair I feel is her wet, warm up clapper sliding up and down the crack of my fag, before pressing up against my entrance. She plunges her tongue up my ass. It feels so strange and yet it feels so commodity !

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

"Relax honey, take a recondite breathing spell in,"she rustle before she starts to push. I feel a pressure sensation as her cock stretches out my ass. It hurts at kickoff. I bit my lower lip and grab handfuls of sheets."Just breath."

I inhale an air full 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 lips against mine as her shaft buries itself deeper in my ass.

As bad as the botheration is, I take it all. All for her."Oh nooky, you're so tight. How does it experience to sustain me inside of you ?"she gasps.

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

My own cock is voiceless as blade. The pleasure overtakes me. Any indorsement I feel like I'm going to explode. She thrust her rod trench in me as I feel her hot and heavy breather against my face. I look up into her eyes as she looks down into mine. Once again our sass are together and our tongues worm for outer space. She starts to love my ass with vigor. Slamming her cock deep inside me.

"Oh nooky ! I'm going to cum !"She pulls out just enough to ram her cock as inscrutable inside me as she can. I can feel her dick beginning to pulsate, spraying her load deep within of me, just as my own pecker 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 drop to the bed.

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

She looks back at me and gives me a sad grin."Too bad your beginning time was with a tranny hooker."

"No, you're faulty. My first time was with the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

She lets out a small laugh. I scoot up behind her and kiss her shoulder joint."I'm good !"

"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 strong to consider ?"I ask.

"You don't even know me,"she argues.

"Then let 's get to experience each former,"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 Crime Scene Investigator ? I'm 100 % sure you haven't been through anything I can't handle. Literally, I saw a guy tortured to death this morning."

"I've done matter that I'm not lofty of,"she goes on.

"We all have,"I reply.

She looks back at me, she looks like she's on the brink of crying. She quickly looks away."wait, what's this ?"she asks as she grabs a exposure from my bedside pedestal.

"This is my female parent ! Why do you consume a video of her ?"she asks. Oh, fuck ! I've should consume 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 brother ! ? Did… Did you know this all along ? Is that why you've been going to the bar ?"

"Holy fuck ! I can't believe I just had sex with my brother !"The bust start to flow freely from her eyes."And you ! You just let it go on !"

She quickly gets up and snaffle her clothes.

"Wait, Bianca ! It's not that unproblematic. I only had a mistrust. 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 blackguard as she made her way to the doorway."hold, I can explain. I promise !"I shouted as she left, slamming the threshold behind her. roll in the hay ! I slam my fist against the wall. Why couldn't I just have asked her ? I let the inebriant get the best of me.

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