There I was, hard at work as common. It was a busy Friday afternoon. Another high profile murder eccentric. Same MO as the finally. The dupe was tortured with lacerations all over his physical structure. Fingernails tore off. Eyeball out of its socket. A gruesome execution. How the killer was able to inflict this a good deal damage, while still keeping the dupe alive and witting enough to speak was as a good deal a mystery to me as the fact that he was capable to break into the victim's high-security residence without leaving a trace. As if the killer was a trace.

No signs breaking and entering. No suggestion of fingerprint. No murder weapon system. No clue as to who or how they were able to do this. However, there was a TV. I had seen it. It was uploaded to the internet. The victim's confession of all the cleaning woman he blackmailed and sexually assaulted.

I realize I have my workplace cut out for me. Especially seeing how this is the third murder matching this special MO. A tortured male with a telecasting of him confessing his offence. I let out a sigh, rubbing my forehead as I felt a headache coming on. I was in heroic pauperism of coffee. They discovered the body too soon this morning and I've been hard at work ever since.

Finally, after hours of trying to reckon out the solvent to these questions, I've decided to look at a break and snatch another cup of coffee. Walking out of the offence lab, I made my way down to the break room.

As I walk into the rift room, I hear my name."Nick ! Have you found anything out about how our killer was able to enter the home without sounding the consternation ?"

shit, it's tec O'Connell."Honestly, I have nothing. It's like we're dealing with a ghostwriter. There is no sign of breaking in, the alarm wasn't set off. No fingermark, no weapon. The only thing we do have is an obvious motive. The Orcinus orca seems to be targeting alleged raper. That's what the three dupe have in common."

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

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

She then turns back to me."See what else you can get out and we'll talk 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 papers on where the evidence was found and its conditions."I see my assistant Ashley with a folder in her hands. She sets the brochure on the table."Would you like me to snaffle a copy of the mortuary's write up ?"

"That would be swell Ashley, thanks !"she nods and then nous off. I take a sip of my chocolate and open up her filing cabinet. I coup d'oeil over the picture's of the criminal offence scene and the evidence as well as the documentation. This is going to be a long week.

I spent the rest 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 point prior to the clip of death. However, all of them had excuse. I couldn't rule a scrap of evidence that shed any lighter on the criminal offense. What if the slayer knew how to get around the certificate ? Still, how did he get into the home base without breaking anything ? All the room access were locked.

Ashley walk in with the mortuary write up. She hands it over to me. I flip through even though I was face during the PM examinations. The victim had a 2.5-inch wide stab wound. What was he stabbed with a sword ? That's an awfully wide steel. There are early marks don't look like any sword I've ever seen."What do these front 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 weirder and weirder."

Ashley and I spent the rest of the nighttime mulling over what we had, which was next to nothing. Whoever this was, they were dependable.

I eventually decide to call it quits for the night. I send Ashley home, but I stayed a minuscule longer. I had some personal business to do and I really didn't want anyone asking questions. I went through the law 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 same bar I've spent the lowest several workweek 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 secernate her the truth.

So I sat there and had a few swallow. Then she finally walked in. Slightly marvelous than me at 6 ft. She had farsighted shoulder distance blonde whisker. A black dress that barely filled up those curvature and she had curves. Not adiposis, but she could fill out a dress, that's for sure.

She walked right up to me and took the loose buttocks beside me."I've seen you in here quite a few sentence, but I still haven't bring forth your name… Mines Bianca."Shit ! I didn't expect her to near me !

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

"Nice name Nick, head buying a young woman 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 crapulence.

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

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

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

"Yeah, for the most part."The barman hands us both a glass full phase of the moon of Orange succus and vodka."How about you ?"

She leans in closer and whispers in my ear."I get paid to accept a serious time with nice cat like you. Are you interest in having a undecomposed clip ?"

I can smell a gruelling perfume… rose. It takes my nostrils by storm.

I silently nodded."Good,"she said.

"So, nick ... Have any concern cases ?"she asks as she puts a hand on my thigh.

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

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

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

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

"So far… Also, there's always a magnetic tape of the dupe confessing his crimes,"I add. I know I shouldn't be telling her this, but I can jib her. Besides, if I don't talk of the town about this guinea pig, I'm going to lose my darn.

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

"Yeah…"I confirm.

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

"You wouldn't think that if you saw the dead body,"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 torment,"I say.

The barman gives us our deglutition. By now I'm feeling a good buzz. I want to say her everything, but I can't. Not yet.

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

"S ... Sure…"I stutter.

We both take a sip of our drinks. She grabs my arm."No need to be neural hun, I'll make 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 sidewalk. It's early February in LA and she only has on a inadequate skimpy dress."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 articulatio humeri.

"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 woman like me ?"she asks.

"A cleaning woman like you ?"I ask.

"A tranny…"she replies.

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

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

"Guilty as charged…"

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

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

"Aren't you lonely ?"she asks.

"Sadly yes…"

"What makes your work so important ? Why would you want that sort of living ?"she asks."No offence, but lots of women I know would die to be with someone 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 know 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 mitt her the drink 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 the right way pay,"I tell her.

We continue to sip our potable, 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 forcible coming into court. Besides, I don't think there is anything wrongfulness with being transgender."I tell her.

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

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

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

"But…"I interrupted.

"But, nothing. I really like you. I don't sports meeting young handsome Guy who are actually decent. Most hombre treat me like some form 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 someone dreams to be when they're growing up. But… A woman like me doesn't have many former options. Being transgender…"

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

"Honey, it's not that simple. When society solidification expectations for what a man and a charwoman is, hoi polloi who don't nightfall into those class are often ostracized,"she says."It's voiceless to feel workplace when masses won't even talk to you because of what you are."

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

"Often times that's not enough."The annoyance 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 mouth touch. It felt like a lightning bolt ran right through me. I shouldn't be doing this. I know this is amiss, but I need to be with her. I need to roll in the hay her.

She pushes me back on the couch and straddles my waist as she continues to osculate me. Her hands pull my shirt up over my headspring and she tosses it aside. Her mouth 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 sleeping room,"she says.

I quickly get up and follow her, leaving all my prohibition behind. As soon as we get into my bedroom, she tosses me on the bed and crawls on top of me. Our lips are locked together once Sir Thomas More as her handwriting start exploring my body. They find their way down to my bash buckle and slowly undo it. Next, her fingers unbutton my drawers as her tongue slips past my lips.

She breaks away to overstretch my pants 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 floor. She only has a G-string on underneath. She looks over her shoulder at me."Are you sure you still want to do this ?"she asks as she hooks her flick underneath her flip-flop.

I get up and stand behind her, wrapping my weaponry around her."Is there any better way to drop off one 's virginity than with a beautiful woman like you ?"

"Do you really mean that ?"she asks.

I kiss the rear of her neck as I pull her tight against me. If she only knew the truth. I've been searching for her my intact life. 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 deep into my eyes."You're beautiful,"I whisper to her as our rim embrace. She wraps her arm around my neck.

We both fall back onto the bed, still wrapped in each other 's sleeve. Our lingua terpsichore in my mouth. Her hand slips underneath my boxers, grabbing a handful of my asscheek.

She rolls on top of me, both hands tugging at my boxers, pulling them down. My cock springs absolve. She slides the underwear off and tosses them aside. I get a good look at her naked body for the outset clock time. My eyes travel down from her prosperous blonde tomentum, her enceinte breasts, to the large cock between her thick thighs.

I can't face away from it. Her pecker is slightly bigger 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 feel her cock 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 voicelessness.

"What do you prefer ?"I ask.

She slides down, kissing me softly until her backtalk arrive at my genitals. She sucks my hammer into her backtalk. 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 hammer every time she comes up. I grab the flat solid as she reaches around and grabs my ass. She pulls my coxa as she shoves my pecker down her throat."Oh shtup !"I gasp.

I don't cognise how very much longer I can keep this up. She lets my peter tumble from her lips. I look down at her as she sucks on her fingerbreadth. Before I know it, she has her finger's breadth up against my asshole. I take a deep breath of air, as she pushes it in. Once again, she has my peter between her lip as she starts to finger bang my butthole. Plunging my hammer down her pharynx once more as her digit journeys deep into my ass.

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

I barely get a nod in before she lifts my peg up over her shoulders, pulling my ass to her. I can palpate the tip of her dick against my ass quip. She leans over and industrial plant a kiss on my rim, pinning my legs against my chest. Her hand run up the back of my second joint, locking behind my knees. She slides down and the next affair I feel is her wet, ardent lingua sliding up and down the shot of my goat, before pressing up against my entry. She plunges her clapper up my ass. It feels so strange and yet it feels so trade 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 shaft. She starts to rub the tip of her cock up against the asterisk of my ass.

"Relax love, rent a trench breathing space in,"she susurration before she starts to promote. I feel a pressure as her peter stretches out my ass. It hurts at first. I bit my depleted lip and snatch smattering of sheets."Just breath."

I inhale an air good lungs as the tip of her dick plunge past my sphincter, penetrating me. A pant 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 cryptic in my ass.

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

"UUuuuh roll in the hay !"I grunt as she starts to lunge her hips back and forth. She starts to get into a rhythm. Her hips rocking back and forth bringing that hammer in and out of my ass. The pain is still there, but I start to palpate the pleasure of her pecker against my prostate.

My own rooster is hard as steel. The pleasure overtakes me. Any second gear I feel like I'm going to explode. She thrust her rod deep in me as I feel her hot and heavy breath against my font. I look up into her eyes as she looks down into mine. Once again our mouth are together and our tongues squirm for blank. She starts to fuck my ass with vigor. Slamming her cock deep inside me.

"Oh fuck ! I'm going to cum !"She pulls out just enough to ram her pecker as mysterious inside me as she can. I can feel her dick start to pulsate, spraying her onus deep within of me, just as my own prick erupts, spewing cum all over the both of us. We're both panting for air. She finally pulls out and collapse on top of me after she lets my peg fall to the bed.

respiration 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."wellspring, that was the most mystify affair I've ever experienced."

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

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

She lets out a small-scale jest. I scoot up behind her and kiss her shoulder."I'm serious !"

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

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

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

"Then let 's get to make love 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 law-breaking prospect 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 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 photo from my bedside sales booth.

"This is my mother ! Why do you give a picture of her ?"she asks. Oh, piece of tail ! 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 ignominy and disgust."You're my Brother ! ? Did… Did you know this all along ? Is that why you've been going to the bar ?"

"holy piece of ass ! I can't believe I just had sex with my brother !"The tears start to flow freely from her eyes."And you ! You just let it happen !"

She quickly gets up and take hold of her clothes.

"time lag, Bianca ! It's not that uncomplicated. I only had a misgiving. 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."time lag, 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 right of me.

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