There I was, hard at work as usual. It was a busybodied Friday afternoon. Another high profile murder typeface. Sami MO as the utmost. The victim was tortured with lacerations all over his dead body. Fingernails tore off. eyeball out of its socket. A gruesome murder. How the grampus was able to visit this much damage, while still keeping the victim alive and conscious enough to mouth was as practically a enigma to me as the fact that he was able-bodied to recrudesce into the victim's high-security residence without leaving a trace. As if the sea wolf was a spook.

No signal breaking and entering. No traces of fingerprints. No murder arm. 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 cyberspace. 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 third murder matching this particular MO. A tormented male with a video recording of him confessing his offence. I let out a sigh, rubbing my forehead as I felt a worry coming on. I was in desperate need of coffee tree. They discovered the body early this aurora and I've been hard at work ever since.

Finally, after hr of trying to figure out the resolution to these questions, I've decided to consume a time out and grab another cup of coffee. Walking out of the crime lab, I made my way down to the intermission room.

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

Shit, it's detective O'Connell."Honestly, I have naught. It's like we're dealing with a touch. There is no augury of breaking in, the alarm wasn't set off. No fingerprint, no weapon. The merely thing we do have is an obvious motive. The killer seems to be targeting alleged rapists. That's what the three victims have in common."

"O'Connell, that P. I. is asking for you,"John Roy 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 find out and we'll talk later."

She then turned heel and walked out in a seeing red.

I grabbed my coffee and made my way back to the lab."ding ! I finished organizing the documents on where the evidence was found and its conditions."I see my assistant Ashley with a folder in her hands. She sets the folder on the table."Would you wish me to grab a copy of the mortuary's report ?"

"That would be great Ashley, thanks !"she nods and then heads off. I take a sip of my chocolate and open up her data file. I glimpse over the picture's of the offence scene and the evidence as well as the certification. This is going to be a recollective hebdomad.

I spent the eternal rest 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 house at some point prior to the time of death. However, all of them had self-justification. I couldn't find a scrap of evidence that shed any light on the crime. What if the grampus knew how to bypass the security measures ? Still, how did he get into the home without breaking anything ? All the doorway were locked.

Ashley walking in with the mortuary study. 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 wide steel. There are early St. Mark don't look like any vane I've ever seen."What do these look like Ashley ?"

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

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

Ashley and I spent the rest of the dark mulling over what we had, which was next to null. Whoever this was, they were practiced.

I eventually decide to call it quits for the night. I send Ashley domicile, but I stayed a little foresighted. I had some personal occupation 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 Preston Caldwell. I know I've done this a grand prison term, 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 week 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 say her the truth.

So I sat there and had a few potable. Then she finally walked in. Slightly marvelous than me at 6 ft. She had tenacious shoulder length blonde hairsbreadth. A black frock that barely filled up those bend and she had curves. Not overweight, but she could sate out a dress, that's for certainly.

She walked right up to me and took the open seat beside me."I've seen you in here quite a few prison term, but I still haven't experience your name… Mines Bianca."Irish bull ! I didn't expect her to border on me !

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

"Nice figure dent, idea buying a miss a drinkable ?"she asks. I nod and signal the barkeep over.

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

"Screwdrivers please !"she says.

The barman nods and goes to work making our drunkenness.

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

"I'm a crime scene researcher,"I tell her.

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

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

She leans in closer and whisper in my ear."I get paid to give birth a good prison term with nice guy rope like you. Are you interested in having a soundly clip ?"

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

I silently nodded."Good,"she said.

"So, dent ... Have any concern causa ?"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 killer on the loose targeting men who are alleged rapists."

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

"No theme, he's like a ghost… Able to enter high-security dwelling house without leaving a ghost,"I tell her.

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

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

"Oh my god ! Really ! Was that motion-picture show star one of them ?"she asks. Of course, his tape 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 finish our crapulence and I order two Thomas More.

"You wouldn't think that if you saw the eubstance,"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 overrefinement,"I say.

The mixologist gives us our potable. 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 drinks we go back to your place ?"she asks.

"S ... Sure…"I stutter.

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

We finish our boozing 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 pavement. 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 envelop it around her bare shoulders.

"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 woman like you ?"I ask.

"A tranny…"she replies.

"Honestly, I haven't really been with anyone before,"I say bending my forefront 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 single for so long ?"she asks.

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

"Aren't you lonely ?"she asks.

"Sadly yes…"

"What makes your oeuvre so important ? Why would you desire that kind of life history ?"she asks."No offense, but quite a little of women I know would die to be with somebody 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 cognize 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 pledge ?"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 potable and sit down beside her.

"Nice shoes you got here,"she points out.

"Thanks, I guess one of the few welfare 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 multitude on physical appearances. Besides, I don't think there is anything amiss with being transgender."I tell her.

"You're like the solitary one who thinks that,"she says."Sometimes it feels like there are only two kinds of the great unwashed out there. The ones that hate transgenders and the I 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 coffee table.

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 guy cable who are actually nice. well-nigh Guy treat me like some kind of sporting lady 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 sort of study ?"I ask.

"Ha… Honestly, it's not something person dreams to be when they're growing up. But… A cleaning woman like me doesn't have many former choice. Being transgender…"

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

"Honey, it's not that simple. When smart set sets expectation 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 ascertain body of work when the great unwashed won't even talk to you because of what you are."

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

"Often times that's not enough."The pain in her spokesperson is patent. 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 middle and she leans in and our sass 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 do it her.

She pushes me back on the couch and straddle my waist as she continues to buss me. Her hands take out my shirt up over my drumhead and she tosses it aside. Her back talk 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 sleeping room,"she says.

I quickly get up and follow her, leaving all my prohibition behind. As soon as we get into my chamber, she tosses me on the bed and creep on top of me. Our rim are locked together once more as her manpower start exploring my torso. They find their way down to my belt buckle and slowly undo it. next, her fingerbreadth unbutton my pants as her natural language slips past my lips.

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

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

"Do you really stand for that ?"she asks.

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

She turns around still wrapped in my blazon. She looks deep into my centre."You're beautiful,"I whisper to her as our mouth embrace. She wraps her arm around my neck.

We both fall back onto the bed, still wrapped in each other 's coat of arms. Our spit dance in my mouth. Her paw slips underneath my Boxer, grabbing a handful of my asscheek.

She rolls on top of me, both hands tugging at my boxers, pulling them down. My cock bounce resign. She slides the underwear off and tosses them aside. I get a good look at her au naturel body for the maiden fourth dimension. My oculus travel down from her golden blonde hair, her large breasts, to the with child turncock between her thick thighs.

I can't await away from it. Her prick is slightly expectant 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 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 whispering.

"What do you choose ?"I ask.

She slides down, kissing me softly until her lips arrive at my privates. She sucks my rooster into her oral cavity. Oh my god, that feels so practiced ! She slowly starts to bob her head up and down my shaft. Twirling her tongue around the tip of my turncock every time she comes up. I grab the mainsheet as she reaches around and grabs my ass. She pulls my hips as she shoves my peter down her throat."Oh fuck !"I gasp.

I don't know how much retentive I can stay fresh this up. She lets my cock declination from her backtalk. I look down at her as she sucks on her finger. 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 stopcock between her lips as she starts to finger fuck my butthole. Plunging my pecker down her throat once more as her finger journeying 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 experience the tip of her cock against my ass gap. She leans over and plants a kiss on my lips, pinning my legs against my chest. Her hands run up the book binding of my thighs, locking behind my knees. She slides down and the adjacent affair I feel is her wet, warmly tongue sliding up and down the fracture of my fundament, before pressing up against my entrance. She plunges her tongue up my ass. It feels so unknown and yet it feels so beneficial !

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

"Relax love, acquire a thick breathing space in,"she whispers before she starts to push. I feel a pressure as her cock reaching out my ass. It hurts at first. I bit my lower lip and grab handfuls of bed sheet."Just breath."

I inhale an air full lungs as the tip of her prick plunges past my sphincter, penetrating me. A gasp escapes my lips as she slowly pushes her cock inside me. She leans down and presses her sass 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 feel to have me inside of you ?"she gasps.

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

My own cock is firmly as steel. The pleasure overtakes me. Any endorse I feel like I'm going to detonate. She thrust her rod trench in me as I feel her hot and labored breath against my face. I look up into her eyes as she looks down into mine. Once again our brim are together and our tongue writhe for infinite. She starts to fuck my ass with vigor. Slamming her cock deep inside me.

"Oh shtup ! I'm going to cum !"She pulls out just enough to ram her cock as deep inside me as she can. I can feel her dick start to pulsate, spraying her consignment 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 collapse on top of me after she lets my leg decline to the bed.

Breathing 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 spine."Well, that was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced."

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

"No, you're amiss. My first fourth dimension was with the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

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

"You're only saying that because this is the first base meter you've ever had sex."

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

"You don't even have intercourse me,"she argues.

"Then let 's get to acknowledge each former,"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 certain you haven't been through anything I can't hold. Literally, I saw a guy tortured to death this morning."

"I've done thing 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."delay, what's this ?"she asks as she grabs a photo from my bedside pedestal.

"This is my female parent ! Why do you have a picture show of her ?"she asks. Oh, fuck ! I've should feature 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 ?"

"sanctum fuck ! I can't believe I just had sex with my chum !"The tears start to flow freely from her eyes."And you ! You just let it happen !"

She quickly gets up and grabs her wearing apparel.

"hold, Bianca ! It's not that unproblematic. I only had a suspiciousness. 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 heels as she made her way to the room access."Wait, I can explain. I promise !"I shouted as she left, slamming the threshold behind her. roll in the hay ! I slam my fist against the bulwark. Why couldn't I just have asked her ? I let the alcohol get the dependable 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 .