There I was, hard at work as usual. It was a busy Friday good afternoon. Another highschool profile murder font. Same MO as the last. The victim was tortured with lacerations all over his body. Fingernails tore off. Eyeball out of its socket. A ghastly execution. How the orca was able to inflict this much damage, while still keeping the victim active and witting enough to utter was as a lot a mystery to me as the fact that he was able to interrupt into the victim's high-security mansion without leaving a touch. As if the killer whale was a ghost.

No preindication breaking and entering. No traces of fingerprints. No slaying weapon. No clue as to who or how they were able to do this. However, there was a picture. I had seen it. It was uploaded to the internet. The dupe'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 one-third execution matching this fussy MO. A rack male with a video of him confessing his crimes. I let out a sigh, rubbing my os frontale as I felt a headache coming on. I was in desperate need of chocolate. They discovered the body ahead of time this morning time and I've been hard at work ever since.

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

As I walk into the break room, I hear my epithet."snick ! Have you found anything out about how our killer was able to enter the base without sounding the alarum ?"

Shit, it's detective O'Connell."Honestly, I have nada. It's like we're dealing with a ghost. There is no sign of breaking in, the alarm wasn't set off. No fingerprints, no weapon system. The sole thing we do throw is an obvious motive. The killer seems to be targeting alleged rapists. That's what the three dupe have in common."

"O'Connell, that P. I. is asking for you,"Major 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 find out and we'll talk of the town later."

She then turned hound and walked out in a huff.

I grabbed my coffee berry 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 assistant Ashley with a brochure in her hired hand. She sets the booklet on the tabular array."Would you care me to catch a copy of the morgue's report ?"

"That would be great Ashley, thanks !"she nods and then headway off. I take a sip of my coffee bean and open up her file. I glance over the pic's of the law-breaking view and the evidence as well as the software documentation. This is going to be a retentive week.

I spent the rest of the day running run 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 familiar. All of which were in his menage at some point prior to the meter of dying. However, all of them had alibis. I couldn't observe a scrap of evidence that shed any luminance on the crime. What if the killer whale knew how to bypass the security measures ? Still, how did he get into the home without breaking anything ? All the doors were locked.

Ashley manner of walking in with the mortuary report. She hands it over to me. I flip through even though I was present during the PM examination. The victim had a 2.5-inch wide of the mark stab wound. What was he stabbed with a sword ? That's an awfully all-inclusive leaf blade. There are other patsy don't look like any brand I've ever seen."What do these seem like Ashley ?"

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

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

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

I eventually adjudicate to call it quits for the night. I send Ashley home, but I stayed a trivial retentive. I had some personal clientele 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 Caldwell. I know I've done this a chiliad 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 last various calendar week at. Hoping she shows up. However, I haven't seen her yet. I was going to finally blab out to her today. I was going to evidence her the truth.

So I sat there and had a few drinks. Then she finally walked in. Slightly tall than me at 6 ft. She had long shoulder joint length blonde tomentum. A contraband dress that barely filled up those breaking ball and she had curve. Not overweight, but she could fill out a dress, that's for sure enough.

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

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

"Nice gens Nick, thinker buying a girl a drink ?"she asks. I nod and signal the barman over.

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

"Screwdrivers please !"she says.

The barkeep nods and goes to work making our drinks.

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

"I'm a offence scene investigator,"I tell her.

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

"Yeah, for the most part."The bartender hands us both a drinking glass to the full of Orange River juice and vodka."How about you ?"

She leans in closer and susurration in my ear."I get paid to have a dear time with nice hombre like you. Are you concern in having a good meter ?"

I can smell a heavy perfume… Roses. It takes my nostrils by violent storm.

I silently nodded."Good,"she said.

"So, Nick ... Have any interesting caseful ?"she asks as she puts a hired man on my thigh.

"I'm really not supposed to let the cat out of the bag about my fount,"I tell her."But between you and me, there's a slayer on the unloose targeting men who are alleged rapists."

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

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

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

"So far… Also, there's always a tape of the victim confessing his offence,"I add. I know I shouldn't be telling her this, but I can stand firm her. Besides, if I don't talk about this sheath, I'm going to misplace my shit.

"Oh my god ! Really ! Was that movie whiz one of them ?"she asks. Of course, his tapeline was uploaded to the internet before we could lay off it.

"Yeah…"I confirm.

"Sounds more like a hero if you ask me,"she says. We both refinement our drink and I ordination two more.

"You wouldn't think that if you saw the physical structure,"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 kind of straining,"I say.

The bartender gives us our drinks. By now I'm feeling a estimable buzz. 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 drinks. She grabs my arm."No need to be unquiet hun, I'll make sure you enjoy yourself."

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

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

"My lieu 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 early February in LA and she only has on a short skimpy wearing apparel."Would you like my coat ?"I ask.

"I'm fine,"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 sweetness,"she says.

"No job,"I say.

We continue walking, at this breaker point, we're Thomas More than halfway there.

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

"A womanhood like you ?"I ask.

"A tranny…"she replies.

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

"Wait a sec, are you a virgin ?"she asks.

"Guilty as charged…"

"No way ! How does such a prissy and handsome guy like you stay unmarried for so long ?"she asks.

"I'm dedicated to my work ! I suppose. I haven't really had lots sentence outside of it."

"Aren't you lonely ?"she asks.

"Sadly yes…"

"What makes your work so authoritative ? Why would you want that kind of lifespan ?"she asks."No umbrage, but slews of cleaning woman I know would die to be with mortal like you."

"It's not that simple. You see my mother was murdered and the showcase was never solved. I need to know what happened to her, I need to have it off 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 drink ?"I ask her.

"Sure, I'll engage 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 place you got here,"she points out.

"Thanks, I guess one of the few benefit 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 ill-timed with being transgender."I tell her.

"You're like the only if 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 salute down on the umber table.

She places her handwriting on my thigh."Listen, ding, 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 young handsome guy wire who are actually nice. Most guys goody me like some kind of woman of the street 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 individual dreams to be when they're growing up. But… A charwoman like me doesn't have many early option. Being transgender…"

"There wasn't any early oeuvre 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, masses who don't declivity into those category are often ostracized,"she says."It's hard to find work when hoi polloi won't even talk to you because of what you are."

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

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

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

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

She pushes me back on the lounge and span my waist as she continues to buss me. Her hands pull my shirt up over my head and she tosses it aside. Her mouth journey down my pelt. She sucks on my neck and makes her way down to my chest. She stops and gets off me."Let's go to your chamber,"she says.

I quickly get up and take after her, leaving all my prohibition behind. As soon as we get into my chamber, she tosses me on the bed and crawls on top of me. Our lips are locked together once more as her hands start exploring my consistence. They find their way down to my belt buckle and slowly loosen it. Next, her fingers unbutton my pants as her tongue slips past my rim.

She breaks away to pull my pants off, leaving me in just my bagger. She then stands up off the bed and turns her back to me. She undoes her dress and it falls to the storey. She only has a thong on underneath. She looks over her berm at me."Are you sure you still want to do this ?"she asks as she hooks her riff underneath her flip-flop.

I get up and stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her."Is there any better way to fall behind one 's virginity than with a beautiful cleaning lady like you ?"

"Do you really signify that ?"she asks.

I kiss the cover of her neck as I pull her tight against me. If she only knew the truth. I've been searching for her my entire lifespan. 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 inscrutable into my middle."You're beautiful,"I whisper to her as our sass embracement. She wraps her arm around my neck.

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

She rolls on top of me, both hired hand tugging at my underdrawers, pulling them down. My cock springs devoid. She slides the underclothes off and tosses them aside. I get a good face at her naked organic structure for the beginning time. My eyes travel down from her lucky blonde hair, her prominent chest, to the boastfully cock between her loggerheaded thighs.

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

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

"What do you favour ?"I ask.

She slides down, kissing me softly until her backtalk arrive at my private parts. She sucks my cock into her sassing. Oh my god, that feels so good ! She slowly starts to bob her head up and down my shaft. Twirling her tongue around the tip of my prick every time she comes up. I grab the shroud as she reaches around and grabs my ass. She pulls my pelvis as she shoves my peter down her throat."Oh nooky !"I gasp.

I don't recognise how much yearner I can keep this up. She lets my peter spill from her lips. I look down at her as she sucks on her fingerbreadth. Before I know it, she has her finger up against my asshole. I take a deep breath of air, as she pushes it in. Once again, she has my tool between her lips as she starts to feel fuck my butthole. Plunging my putz down her throat once more as her finger 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 love you,"she says."Would you like that ?"

I barely get a nod in before she lifts my legs up over her berm, pulling my ass to her. I can feel the tip of her tool against my ass scissure. She leans over and plants a kiss on my sassing, pinning my legs against my chest. Her hired hand run up the backbone of my thigh, locking behind my knees. She slides down and the next thing I feel is her wet, ardent knife sliding up and down the crack of my butt, before pressing up against my entrance. She plunges her natural language up my ass. It feels so unusual and yet it feels so good !

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

"Relax honey, take a deep breath in,"she whispers before she starts to advertise. I feel a pressure as her turncock stretchability out my ass. It hurts at first. I bit my lower lip and grab smattering of tack."Just breath."

I inhale an air fully lungs as the tip of her pecker plunges past my sphincter, penetrating me. A pant escapes my lip as she slowly pushes her turncock inside me. She leans down and presses her sassing against mine as her shaft buries itself deeper 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 experience to have me inside of you ?"she gasps.

"UUuuuh fuck !"I grunt as she starts to throw her pelvic arch back and Forth. She starts to get into a speech rhythm. Her hip rocking back and Forth bringing that hammer in and out of my ass. The pain in the neck is still there, but I start to feel the pleasure of her cock against my prostate gland.

My own cock is laborious as sword. The joy overtakes me. Any second I feel like I'm going to burst. She thrust her rod deep in me as I feel her hot and overweight breathing spell against my face. I look up into her middle as she looks down into mine. Once again our lips are together and our knife wrestle for space. She starts to get laid my ass with vigor. Slamming her cock trench inside me.

"Oh roll in the hay ! I'm going to cum !"She pulls out just enough to ram her cock as cryptic inside me as she can. I can feel her dick commencement to pulse, spraying her incumbrance oceanic abyss within of me, just as my own shaft erupts, spewing cum all over the both of us. We're both panting for air. She finally pulls out and collapses on top of me after she lets my legs fall to the bed.

Breathing 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 vertebral column."fountainhead, that was the most puzzle thing I've ever experienced."

She looks back at me and gives me a sad smiling."Too bad your first clip was with a tranny hooker."

"No, you're wrongly. My kickoff clip was with the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

She lets out a low jest. I scoot up behind her and kiss her shoulder."I'm severe !"

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

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

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

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

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

I reached over and turned on the lamp."Have you forgotten I'm a law-breaking Scene Investigator ? I'm 100 % surely you haven't been through anything I can't hold. Literally, I saw a guy tortured to end this morning."

"I've done things that I'm not proud of,"she goes on.

"We all have,"I reply.

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

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

"Holy shtup ! I can't believe I just had sex with my chum !"The binge start to flow freely from her centre."And you ! You just let it happen !"

She quickly gets up and snaffle her clothes.

"hold, Bianca ! It's not that simple. I only had a suspicion. 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 door."postponement, I can explain. I promise !"I shouted as she left, slamming the door behind her. Fuck ! 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 prison term I made it outside she got in a car and took off .