There I was, heavily at employment as common. It was a busy Friday good afternoon. Another high school visibility execution case. Lapp MO as the terminal. The dupe was tortured with lacerations all over his body. Fingernails tore off. Eyeball out of its socket. A sick murder. How the killer was able to impose this lots damage, 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-bodied to break into the dupe's high-security residence without leaving a touch. As if the killer was a ghost.

No signs breaking and entering. No traces of fingerprints. No execution artillery. No cue as to who or how they were capable to do this. However, there was a telecasting. I had seen it. It was uploaded to the internet. The victim's confession of all the fair sex he blackmailed and sexually assaulted.

I realize I have my study cut out for me. Especially seeing how this is the third execution matching this particular MO. A tortured Male with a television of him confessing his crime. I let out a suspiration, rubbing my forehead as I felt a headache coming on. I was in heroic demand of coffee. They discovered the torso early this morning and I've been hard at oeuvre ever since.

Finally, after hours of trying to forecast out the answer to these doubtfulness, I've decided to postulate a break and grab another cup of coffee. Walking out of the law-breaking lab, I made my way down to the fault room.

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

Shit, it's investigator O'Connell."Honestly, I have zero. It's like we're dealing with a ghostwriter. There is no mark of breaking in, the alarm wasn't set off. No fingerprint, no weapon. The alone 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 Dwight Filley Davis interrupts as he walks in.

"Garcia ?"she asks."God that adult female is relentless."

She then turns back to me."See what else you can find 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 grounds was found and its conditions."I see my assistant Ashley with a folder in her helping hand. She sets the leaflet on the table."Would you like me to catch a copy of the mortuary's report card ?"

"That would be peachy Ashley, thanks !"she nods and then heads off. I take a sip of my coffee and spread up her file. I coup d'oeil over the exposure's of the crime scene and the evidence as well as the documentation. This is going to be a long workweek.

I spent the rest period of the day running test 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 associate. All of which were in his sign at some distributor point prior to the meter of death. However, all of them had alibis. I couldn't retrieve a scrap of evidence that shed any light on the crime. What if the grampus knew how to get around the security ? Still, how did he get into the dwelling without breaking anything ? All the doors were locked.

Ashley paseo in with the mortuary write up. She hands it over to me. I flip through even though I was present during the post-mortem examinations. The victim had a 2.5-inch extensive shot wound. What was he stabbed with a brand ? That's an awfully astray blade. There are other sign don't look like any blade I've ever seen."What do these look like Ashley ?"

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

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

Ashley and I spent the remainder of the night mulling over what we had, which was next to zero. Whoever this was, they were salutary.

I eventually decide to name it quits for the nighttime. I send Ashley home base, but I stayed a small longer. I had some personal business enterprise to do and I really didn't want anyone asking question. I went through the police database, looking for all information on a Bianca Caldwell. I know I've done this a thousand meter, 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 several weeks at. Hoping she shows up. However, I haven't seen her yet. I was going to finally tattle to her today. I was going to tell her the truth.

So I sat there and had a few beverage. Then she finally walked in. Slightly taller than me at 6 ft. She had long shoulder length blond tomentum. A inglorious garb that barely filled up those bender and she had curves. Not overweight, but she could fill out a dress, that's for indisputable.

She walked right up to me and took the open rear beside me."I've seen you in here quite a few time, but I still haven't gotten your name… Mines Bianca."Shit ! 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 name Nick, idea buying a young lady a deglutition ?"she asks. I nod and signal the bartender over.

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

"Screwdrivers please !"she says.

The bartender nods and goes to operate making our beverage.

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

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

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

"Yeah, for the most part."The mixologist hands us both a methamphetamine hydrochloride full of orange juice and vodka."How about you ?"

She leans in closer and rustle in my ear."I get paid to have a full time with skillful guys like you. Are you interested in having a thoroughly meter ?"

I can smell a weighed down perfume… rose wine. It takes my nostrils by storm.

I silently nodded."Good,"she said.

"So, gouge ... Have any interesting cases ?"she asks as she puts a bridge player on my thigh.

"I'm really not supposed to talk about my event,"I tell her."But between you and me, there's a killer 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 home plate without leaving a hint,"I tell her.

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

"So far… Also, there's always a tape of the victim confessing his law-breaking,"I add. I know I shouldn't be telling her this, but I can resist her. Besides, if I don't public lecture about this case, I'm going to lose my shit.

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

"Yeah…"I confirm.

"Sounds more like a hero if you ask me,"she says. We both fetch up our drinks and I rules of order two 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 kind of straining,"I say.

The bartender gives us our potable. By now I'm feeling a serious bombination. I want to tell her everything, but I can't. Not yet.

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

"S ... Sure…"I stutter.

We both take a sip of our drunkenness. She grabs my arm."No motive to be nervous 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 take the air,"I tell her.

"Sure,"she says.

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

"I'm mulct,"she stammers.

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

"Thanks, you're so sweet-scented,"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 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 overnice and handsome guy like you stay single 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 desire that kind of biography ?"she asks."No criminal offence, but lots of charwoman 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 have it away 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 away 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 deal 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 beverage, 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 appearances. Besides, I don't think there is anything wrong 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 mass out there. The 1 that hate transgenders and the ace 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 drinkable down on the burnt umber table.

She places her hand on my second joint."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 untried handsome guy cable who are actually nice. Most guys treat me like some kind of whore or freak."

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

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

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

"Sure, go ahead,"she replies.

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

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

"There wasn't any former oeuvre you've could've done ? What about schooling ?"

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

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

"Often times that's not enough."The hurting in her vox 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 deadbolt ran right through me. I shouldn't be doing this. I know this is awry, but I need to be with her. I need to know her.

She pushes me back on the couch and straddles my shank as she continues to buss me. Her mitt pull my shirt up over my head and she tosses it aside. Her lips journey down my cutis. She sucks on my cervix 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 postdate her, leaving all my inhibition behind. As soon as we get into my bedroom, she tosses me on the bed and Australian crawl on top of me. Our lip are locked together once more as her script start exploring my physical structure. They find their way down to my smash buckle and slowly untie it. succeeding, her fingers unbutton my pants as her lingua berth past my lips.

She breaks away to pull my pants off, leaving me in just my boxershorts. She then stands up off the bed and turns her spinal column 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 sure you still want to do this ?"she asks as she hooks her quarter round underneath her thong.

I get up and stand behind her, wrapping my weapon around her."Is there any better way to turn a loss one 's virginity than with a beautiful charwoman 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 entire lifespan. I kiss her articulatio humeri. My manpower move on top of her 's, sliding her underclothes down until it falls to the trading floor.

She turns around still wrapped in my arms. She looks trench into my heart."You're beautiful,"I whisper to her as our sassing embrace. She wraps her arm around my cervix.

We both fall back onto the bed, still wrapped in each other 's weapons system. Our tongues dance in my lip. Her hand slips underneath my boxers, grabbing a fistful of my asscheek.

She rolls on top of me, both workforce tugging at my boxershorts, pulling them down. My prick springs release. She slides the underwear off and tosses them aside. I get a good smell at her defenseless body for the commencement time. My eyes travel down from her golden blonde hair, her large breasts, to the expectant tool between her thickheaded second joint.

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

She crawls on top of me, kissing her way up my body. I can feel her hammer 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 whispers.

"What do you opt ?"I ask.

She slides down, kissing me softly until her brim arrive at my crotch. She sucks my cock into her oral fissure. Oh my god, that feels so good ! She slowly starts to bob her psyche up and down my shaft. Twirling her natural language around the tip of my cock every time she comes up. I grab the sheets as she reaches around and take hold of my ass. She pulls my pelvic girdle as she shoves my cock down her pharynx."Oh nooky !"I gasp.

I don't screw how often retentive I can keep this up. She lets my rooster fall from her lips. I look down at her as she sucks on her digit. Before I know it, she has her finger up against my asshole. I take a abstruse hint of air, as she pushes it in. Once again, she has my tool between her lips as she starts to feel do it my butthole. Plunging my prick down her pharynx 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 fuck 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 feel the tip of her stopcock against my ass quip. She leans over and plants a kiss on my lips, pinning my legs against my chest. Her paw 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 fissure of my butt, before pressing up against my incoming. She plunges her tongue up my ass. It feels so unknown and yet it feels so dependable !

She laps her lingua in and out of my ass before pulling it out completely. She then spits on her deal and rubs it all over her tool. She starts to rub the tip of her cock up against the star of my ass.

"Relax beloved, take a recondite breath in,"she rustle before she starts to push. I feel a pressure as her prick stretches out my ass. It hurts at 1st. I bit my lower lip and snatch smattering of flat solid."Just breath."

I inhale an air full lungs as the tip of her dick plunge past my anatomical sphincter, penetrating me. A gasp escapes my brim as she slowly pushes her putz inside me. She leans down and presses her lips against mine as her prick buries itself deeper in my ass.

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

"UUuuuh fuck !"I grunt as she starts to force her hips back and Forth River. She starts to get into a beat. Her hip rocking back and forth bringing that hammer in and out of my ass. The painfulness is still there, but I start to find the delight of her pecker against my prostate.

My own dick is hard as steel. The pleasure overtakes me. Any second I feel like I'm going to break loose. She thrust her rod deep in me as I feel her hot and grievous breathing space against my look. I look up into her eyes as she looks down into mine. Once again our brim are together and our tongues wrestle for blank space. She starts to have it off my ass with heartiness. Slamming her dick late inside me.

"Oh ass ! I'm going to cum !"She pulls out just enough to ram her peter as deep inside me as she can. I can finger her hawkshaw start to beat, spraying her load deep within of me, just as my own cock 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 stage fall to the bed.

external respiration heavily, we are both sweating profusely. She rolls off of me and sits on the bound of the bed. I place gently start to rub her backbone."Well, that was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced."

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

"No, you're incorrect. My starting time metre was with the most beautiful womanhood I've ever met."

She lets out a minuscule laugh. I scoot up behind her and kiss her shoulder."I'm unplayful !"

"You're only saying that because this is the starting time time 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 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 scenery detective ? 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 stand.

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

"Holy screw ! I can't believe I just had sex with my brother !"The teardrop start to fall freely from her centre."And you ! You just let it pass off !"

She quickly gets up and take hold of her clothes.

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

She threw her wearing apparel back on and grabbed her heels as she made her way to the door."Wait, I can explain. I promise !"I shouted as she left, slamming the door behind her. roll in the hay ! I slam my clenched fist against the rampart. Why couldn't I just have asked her ? I let the alcoholic beverage 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 .