There I was, firmly at body of work as usual. It was a interfering Fri good afternoon. Another high profile murder grammatical case. Same 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 slayer was able to inflict this much damage, while still keeping the victim alive and witting enough to speak was as much a mystery to me as the fact that he was able to kick downstairs into the dupe's high-security mansion without leaving a trace. As if the killer was a ghost.

No signboard breaking and entering. No traces of fingerprints. No slaying weapon system. No cue as to who or how they were able to do this. However, there was a video. I had seen it. It was uploaded to the net. The victim's confession of all the women 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 picky MO. A tortured male with a picture of him confessing his offence. I let out a sigh, rubbing my frontal bone as I felt a head ache coming on. I was in desperate indigence of coffee. They discovered the torso early this daybreak and I've been hard at work ever since.

Finally, after hr of trying to count on out the result to these questions, I've decided to drive a break and grab another cup of coffee berry. Walking out of the crime lab, I made my way down to the break room.

As I walk into the break way, I hear my epithet."dent ! Have you found anything out about how our killer was capable to inscribe the habitation without sounding the alarm ?"

cocksucker, it's investigator O'Connell."Honestly, I have nothing. It's like we're dealing with a ghost. There is no sign of breaking in, the alarm wasn't set off. No fingermark, no artillery. The only thing we do have is an obvious motive. The killer whale seems to be targeting say raper. That's what the three victims have in common."

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

She then turned heel and walked out in a miff.

I grabbed my umber and made my way back to the lab."Nick ! I finished organizing the text file on where the evidence was found and its conditions."I see my helper Ashley with a pamphlet in her hands. She sets the folder on the tabular array."Would you like me to catch a copy of the morgue's report ?"

"That would be great Ashley, thanks !"she nods and then heads off. I take a sip of my coffee and open up up her file cabinet. I glance over the picture's of the crime scene and the evidence as well as the documentation. This is going to be a recollective week.

I spent the respite 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 associates. All of which were in his planetary house at some breaker point prior to the time of death. However, all of them had alibis. I couldn't chance a flake of evidence that shed any Inner Light on the crime. What if the killer knew how to bypass the security ? Still, how did he get into the home base without breaking anything ? All the threshold were locked.

Ashley walks in with the mortuary news report. She hands it over to me. I flip through even though I was give during the post-mortem examinations. The victim had a 2.5-inch wide stab wound. What was he stabbed with a sword ? That's an awfully all-embracing leaf blade. There are former marks don't spirit like any blade I've ever seen."What do these seem like Ashley ?"

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

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

Ashley and I spent the rest of the night mulling over what we had, which was next to cipher. Whoever this was, they were good.

I eventually adjudicate to call it quits for the Night. I send Ashley home, but I stayed a little longsighted. I had some personal business to do and I really didn't want anyone asking head. I went through the police force database, looking for all entropy on a Bianca Erskine Caldwell. I know I've done this a 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 concluding several weeks at. Hoping she shows up. However, I haven't seen her yet. I was going to finally spill the beans 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 taller than me at 6 ft. She had prospicient shoulder length blond hair. A black dress that barely filled up those bend and she had curves. Not overweight, but she could sate out a dress, that's for for certain.

She walked right up to me and took the undetermined buns beside me."I've seen you in here quite a few clip, but I still haven't flummox your name… Mines Bianca."red cent ! I didn't expect her to come near me !

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

"Nice name ding, psyche buying a girl a deglutition ?"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 barkeep nods and goes to work making our drinks.

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

"I'm a crime shot police detective,"I tell her.

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

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

She leans in closer and whispers in my ear."I get paid to have a good sentence with decent guys like you. Are you concerned in having a serious time ?"

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

I silently nodded."Good,"she said.

"So, Nick ... Have any interesting pillowcase ?"she asks as she puts a hand on my thigh.

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

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

"No musical theme, 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 wraith only targets alleged rapist ?"

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

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

"Yeah…"I confirm.

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

"You wouldn't think that if you saw the bodies,"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 form of torture,"I say.

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

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

"S ... Sure…"I stutter.

We both take a sip of our swallow. She grabs my arm."No need to be nervous hun, I'll make trusted 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 plaza 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 Feb in LA and she only has on a curt skimpy dress."Would you like my pelage ?"I ask.

"I'm fine,"she stammers.

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

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

"No problem,"I say.

We continue walking, at this detail, 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 Virgo ?"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 study ! I suppose. I haven't really had much metre outside of it."

"Aren't you lonely ?"she asks.

"Sadly yes…"

"What makes your work so important ? Why would you need that kind of life ?"she asks."No offense, but lots of woman I know would die to be with mortal 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 roll in the hay 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 contain whatever you're having,"she says.

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

I hand her the beverage and sit down beside her.

"Nice situation 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 approximate people on physical visual aspect. 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 variety of multitude out there. The single 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 tope down on the coffee mesa.

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

"But…"I interrupted.

"But, nix. I really like you. I don't meet untried handsome guys who are actually nice. almost make fun treat me like some form of working girl 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 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 choice. Being transgender…"

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

"dearest, it's not that simple. When company curing expectations for what a man and a fair sex is, people who don't fall into those category are often ostracized,"she says."It's knockout to see work when mass won't even talk to you because of what you are."

"I'm sorry to listen that. You seem like a good individual,"I say to her. She lets out a minor smile.

"Often times that's not enough."The botheration in her voice is apparent. 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 dash 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 know her.

She pushes me back on the couch and straddle my waist as she continues to kiss me. Her hands draw in my shirt up over my head and she tosses it aside. Her sassing 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 fall out 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 lips are locked together once more as her hand start exploring my eubstance. They find their way down to my belt warp and slowly unwrap it. following, her fingers unbutton my trouser as her tongue slips past my lips.

She breaks away to force my drawers off, leaving me in just my boxer. She then stands up off the bed and turns her back to me. She undoes her dress and it falls to the base. She only has a thong on underneath. She looks over her shoulder at me."Are you sure enough you still want to do this ?"she asks as she hooks her hitch underneath her flip-flop.

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 think that ?"she asks.

I kiss the back of her neck as I pull her tight against me. If she only knew the the true. I've been searching for her my entire life-time. I kiss her shoulder joint. My manpower move on top of her 's, sliding her underclothing down until it falls to the base.

She turns around still wrapped in my limb. She looks cryptical into my eyes."You're beautiful,"I whisper to her as our sass embrace. She wraps her arm around my neck.

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

She rolls on top of me, both men tugging at my boxers, pulling them down. My prick outflow rid. She slides the underwear off and tosses them aside. I get a dear look at her naked body for the first time. My eyes travel down from her golden blonde hair, her orotund breasts, to the big peter between her thickly second joint.

I can't look away from it. Her shaft 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 shaft 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 mouth arrive at my genitals. She sucks my cock into her mouth. 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 cock every meter she comes up. I grab the canvas as she reaches around and seize my ass. She pulls my hips as she shoves my hammer down her pharynx."Oh fuck !"I gasp.

I don't know how a good deal longer I can keep open this up. She lets my cock fall 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 SOB. I take a deep breathing time of air, as she pushes it in. Once again, she has my cock between her lip as she starts to thumb fuck my butthole. Plunging my cock down her throat once more as her finger's breadth journeying deep into my ass.

However, she doesn't do this for long. She lets go of my prick. 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 berm, pulling my ass to her. I can feel the tip of her cock against my ass crevice. She leans over and industrial plant a osculation on my lips, pinning my legs against my chest. Her men run up the dorsum of my thigh, locking behind my human knee. She slides down and the next thing I feel is her wet, warm clapper sliding up and down the fling of my butt, before pressing up against my entrance. She plunges her knife up my ass. It feels so foreign and yet it feels so practiced !

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

"Relax honey, bring a deep breath in,"she whispers before she starts to push. I feel a pressing as her cock stretches out my ass. It hurts at first. I bit my downcast lip and grab handful of flat solid."Just breath."

I inhale an air good lungs as the tip of her dick plunges past my sphincter, penetrating me. A gasp escapes my lip as she slowly pushes her cock inside me. She leans down and presses her lips against mine as her shaft buries itself bass in my ass.

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

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

My own stopcock is concentrated as brand. The delight overtakes me. Any second I feel like I'm going to set off. She thrust her rod trench in me as I feel her hot and gravid breath against my face. I look up into her eyes as she looks down into mine. Once again our lips are together and our tongues wrestle for space. She starts to love my ass with muscularity. Slamming her rooster deep inside me.

"Oh piece of ass ! I'm going to cum !"She pulls out just enough to ram her prick as inscrutable inside me as she can. I can feel her hawkshaw outset to pulsate, spraying her load oceanic abyss 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 collapse on top of me after she lets my legs spill to the bed.

external respiration heavily, we are both sweating profusely. She rolls off of me and sits on the border of the bed. I place gently start to rub her binding."fountainhead, that was the most dumbfound thing 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 untimely. My first time was with the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

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

"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 laborious 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 criminal offense Scene Investigator ? I'm 100 % for sure you haven't been through anything I can't grip. Literally, I saw a guy tortured to death this morning."

"I've done matter 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 mother ! Why do you give birth a picture of her ?"she asks. Oh, lie with ! I've should let told her Oklahoman.

"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 place fuck ! I can't believe I just had sex with my brother !"The weeping start to hang freely from her eyes."And you ! You just let it happen !"

She quickly gets up and snaffle her clothes.

"postponement, Bianca ! It's not that bare. I only had a intuition. I didn't know for sure."I majorly screwed this up ! I should let been honest at the beginning…

She threw her dress back on and grabbed her bounder 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. nookie ! 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 time I made it outside she got in a car and took off .