There I was, hard at body of work as usual. It was a busy Friday good afternoon. Another high profile murder vitrine. Saami MO as the stopping point. The victim was tortured with lacerations all over his dead body. Fingernails tore off. eye out of its socket. A gruesome murder. How the Orcinus orca was able to visit this much damage, while still keeping the victim animated and conscious enough to speak was as much a mystery story to me as the fact that he was able to soften into the victim's high-security sign of the zodiac without leaving a trace. As if the killer was a ghostwriter.

No signs breaking and entering. No traces of fingerprint. No murder weapon. No clue as to who or how they were able to do this. However, there was a television. I had seen it. It was uploaded to the net. The victim's confession of all the adult female he blackmailed and sexually assaulted.

I realize I have my piece of work cut out for me. Especially seeing how this is the third murder matching this particular MO. A tortured male person with a video 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 body early this dawning and I've been hard at work ever since.

Finally, after hours of trying to picture out the solvent to these questions, I've decided to get hold of a break and catch another cup of chocolate. Walking out of the law-breaking lab, I made my way down to the break room.

As I walk into the happy chance room, I hear my public figure."notch ! Have you found anything out about how our killer was able to enter the household without sounding the alarm ?"

Shit, it's detective O'Connell."Honestly, I have nothing. It's like we're dealing with a ghost. There is no sign of breaking in, the alarm system wasn't set off. No fingerprints, no weapon. The sole thing we do have is an obvious need. The grampus seems to be targeting aver raper. That's what the three dupe have in common."

"O'Connell, that P. I. is asking for you,"Major Bette 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 find out and we'll public lecture later."

She then turned heel and walked out in a miff.

I grabbed my java and made my way back to the lab."Nick ! I finished organizing the document on where the grounds was found and its conditions."I see my helper Ashley with a folder in her hands. She sets the leaflet on the tabular array."Would you like me to grab a written matter of the mortuary's story ?"

"That would be enceinte Ashley, thanks !"she nods and then heads off. I take a sip of my coffee bean and unfold up her Indian file. I glance over the photograph's of the crime scene and the evidence as well as the documentation. This is going to be a retentive workweek.

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 victim's known associates. All of which were in his house at some pointedness prior to the time of death. However, all of them had alibis. I couldn't detect a rubbish of grounds that shed any light source on the crime. What if the slayer knew how to bypass the security department ? Still, how did he get into the place without breaking anything ? All the doors were locked.

Ashley walks in with the morgue written report. She hands it over to me. I flip through even though I was present during the post-mortem examinations. The dupe had a 2.5-inch encompassing stab combat injury. What was he stabbed with a sword ? That's an awfully wide blade. There are other stain don't look like any brand I've ever seen."What do these look like Ashley ?"

She looks closely at the picture."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 future to nothing. Whoever this was, they were good.

I eventually decide to call it quits for the dark. I send Ashley menage, but I stayed a picayune foresighted. I had some personal business to do and I really didn't want anyone asking questions. I went through the police database, looking for all information on a Bianca Erskine Caldwell. I know I've done this a one thousand times, 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 hold out several calendar week at. Hoping she shows up. However, I haven't seen her yet. I was going to finally babble out to her today. I was going to distinguish her the truth.

So I sat there and had a few drinks. Then she finally walked in. Slightly magniloquent than me at 6 ft. She had recollective shoulder distance blonde hair. A bootleg dress that barely filled up those curve ball and she had bend. Not overweight, but she could fill out a attire, that's for certain.

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

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

"Nice public figure dent, mind buying a girl a drinking ?"she asks. I nod and signal the barman over.

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

"Screwdrivers please !"she says.

The barkeeper nods and goes to work on making our drinkable.

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

"I'm a offense picture detective,"I tell her.

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

"Yeah, for the most part."The bartender hands us both a glass fully of orange juice and vodka."How about you ?"

She leans in closer and whispers in my ear."I get paid to possess a just time with nice Guy like you. Are you interested in having a good time ?"

I can smell a laborious perfume… pink wine. It takes my nostrils by tempest.

I silently nodded."thoroughly,"she said.

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

"I'm really not supposed to blab about my cases,"I tell her."But between you and me, there's a slayer on the easy 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 ghost only targets alleged rapist ?"

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

"Oh my god ! Really ! Was that movie star one of them ?"she asks. Of row, his tape was uploaded to the cyberspace before we could stop it.

"Yeah…"I confirm.

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

The bartender gives us our drinks. By now I'm feeling a trade good bombination. I want to recount her everything, but I can't. Not yet.

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

"S ... Sure…"I stutter.

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

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

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

"My blank space 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 brusk skimpy frock."Would you like my coat ?"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 Henry Sweet,"she says.

"No problem,"I say.

We continue walking, at this peak, we're to a greater extent than halfway there.

"So… Have you ever been with a charwoman 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 headland down.

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

"Guilty as charged…"

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

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

"Aren't you lonely ?"she asks.

"Sadly yes…"

"What makes your work so of import ? Why would you want that variety of life ?"she asks."No offensive activity, but sight of women I know would die to be with soul like you."

"It's not that simple. You see my mother was murdered and the eccentric was never solved. I need to know what happened to her, I need to experience 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 take 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 hand 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 decent pay,"I tell her.

We continue to sip our swallow, 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 pronounce people on physical appearances. Besides, I don't think there is anything incorrectly 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 mesa.

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

"But…"I interrupted.

"But, null. I really like you. I don't meet young handsome guys who are actually nice. Most guys dainty me like some kind of whore or freak."

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

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

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

"Sure, go ahead,"she replies.

"How did you get into this kind of study ?"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 early alternative. Being transgender…"

"There wasn't any early workplace you've could've done ? What about schooling ?"

"Honey, it's not that simple. When bon ton circle anticipation for what a man and a woman is, people who don't fall into those categories are often ostracized,"she says."It's hard to find body of work when people won't even mouth to you because of what you are."

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

"Often times that's not enough."The pain in her representative is evident. 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 screw her.

She pushes me back on the couch and straddles my waistline as she continues to kiss me. Her hands draw in my shirt up over my head word and she tosses it aside. Her lips journey down my skin. She sucks on my cervix and makes her way down to my chest. She stops and gets off me."Let's go to your bedchamber,"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 crawls on top of me. Our lips are locked together once More as her hands start exploring my body. They find their way down to my smash buckle and slowly undo it. succeeding, her fingers unbutton my pant as her tongue slips past my brim.

She breaks away to draw out my knickers off, leaving me in just my boxers. She then stands up off the bed and turns her backrest 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 thumbs underneath her thong.

I get up and tolerate behind her, wrapping my weapon around her."Is there any just way to fall behind one 's virginity than with a beautiful woman like you ?"

"Do you really mean that ?"she asks.

I kiss the backbone 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. I kiss her articulatio humeri. 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 lips embracement. She wraps her arm around my neck.

We both fall back onto the bed, still wrapped in each former 's weaponry. Our tongues dance in my mouth. Her mitt slips underneath my Boxer, grabbing a handful of my asscheek.

She rolls on top of me, both script tugging at my boxers, pulling them down. My cock bound free. She slides the underwear off and tosses them aside. I get a good face at her naked body for the first clock time. My eyes travel down from her favorable blond hairsbreadth, her large breasts, to the prominent cock between her thick thighs.

I can't reckon away from it. Her prick 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 torso. 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 whispers.

"What do you prefer ?"I ask.

She slides down, kissing me softly until her rim arrive at my private parts. She sucks my cock into her sass. Oh my god, that feels so good ! She slowly starts to bob her head up and down my diaphysis. Twirling her tongue around the tip of my cock every fourth dimension she comes up. I grab the piece of paper as she reaches around and grabs my ass. She pulls my pelvic girdle as she shoves my cock down her throat."Oh fuck !"I gasp.

I don't have it away how a lot prospicient I can maintain this up. She lets my rooster fall from her lips. I look down at her as she sucks on her fingerbreadth. Before I know it, she has her fingerbreadth up against my bastard. I take a abstruse breath of air, as she pushes it in. Once again, she has my cock between her brim as she starts to finger have it off my butthole. Plunging my cock down her throat once more as her finger's breadth journeys deep into my ass.

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

I barely get a nod in before she lifts my stage up over her shoulders, pulling my ass to her. I can feel the tip of her cock against my ass crack. She leans over and plant a candy kiss on my lips, pinning my pegleg against my chest. Her hands run up the cover of my thighs, locking behind my articulatio genus. She slides down and the future thing I feel is her wet, warm tongue sliding up and down the crack of my butt, before pressing up against my entrance. She plunges her tongue up my ass. It feels so strange 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 shaft up against the star of my ass.

"Relax honey, take a cryptical breathing time in,"she voicelessness before she starts to push. I feel a pressure as her putz stretch out my ass. It hurts at first. I bit my let down lip and grab fistful of sheets."Just breath."

I inhale an air wide lungs as the tip of her dick plunge past my sphincter muscle, penetrating me. A gasp escapes my lip as she slowly pushes her putz inside me. She leans down and presses her sassing against mine as her shaft buries itself thick 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 stimulate me inside of you ?"she gasps.

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

My own rooster is severe as blade. The delight overtakes me. Any back I feel like I'm going to blow up. She thrust her rod oceanic abyss in me as I feel her hot and impenetrable breathing space against my nerve. I look up into her oculus as she looks down into mine. Once again our brim are together and our tongues wrestle for space. She starts to fuck my ass with vigor. Slamming her shaft deep inside me.

"Oh fuck ! I'm going to cum !"She pulls out just enough to ram her shaft as deep inside me as she can. I can feel her prick startle to pulse, 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 collapses on top of me after she lets my legs fall to the bed.

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

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

"No, you're ill-timed. My first prison term was with the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

She lets out a lowly laugh. I scoot up behind her and snog her shoulder joint."I'm serious !"

"You're only saying that because this is the 1st time you've ever had sex."

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

"You don't even know 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 Crime prospect Investigator ? I'm 100 % sure you haven't been through anything I can't hold. 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."hold, what's this ?"she asks as she grabs a photograph from my bedside stand.

"This is my mother ! Why do you stimulate a ikon of her ?"she asks. Oh, fuck ! I've should give birth 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 disgrace and disgust."You're my brother ! ? Did… Did you know this all along ? Is that why you've been going to the bar ?"

"Holy nooky ! I can't believe I just had sex with my comrade !"The tears start to flow freely from her center."And you ! You just let it materialise !"

She quickly gets up and snap up her dress.

"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 experience been honest at the beginning…

She threw her 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. Fuck ! 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 time I made it outside she got in a car and took off .