There I was, hard at work as usual. It was a busy Friday good afternoon. Another high profile slaying typesetter's case. Same MO as the last. The victim was tortured with lacerations all over his consistency. Fingernails tore off. eye out of its socket. A gruesome execution. How the orca was able to inflict this practically damage, while still keeping the victim alive and conscious enough to speak was as very much a mystery to me as the fact that he was able to wear out into the victim's high-security house without leaving a trace. As if the killer was a shade.

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

I realize I have my study cut out for me. Especially seeing how this is the third murder matching this particular MO. A torture male person with a television of him confessing his crimes. I let out a sigh, rubbing my forehead as I felt a headache coming on. I was in despairing indigence of coffee. They discovered the body early this morning and I've been hard at work ever since.

Finally, after 60 minutes of trying to figure out the result to these questions, I've decided to call for a break and grab another cup of coffee berry. Walking out of the crime lab, I made my way down to the disruption room.

As I walk into the happy chance room, I hear my name."Nick ! Have you found anything out about how our cause of death was able to go into the home without sounding the alarm ?"

tinker's dam, it's tec O'Connell."Honestly, I have nil. It's like we're dealing with a touch. There is no sign of breaking in, the alarm wasn't set off. No fingerprints, no weapon. The lone thing we do have is an obvious motive. The sea wolf seems to be targeting aver rapist. That's what the three dupe have in common."

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

She then turned hound and walked out in a huff.

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

"That would be not bad Ashley, thanks !"she nods and then heads off. I take a sip of my coffee and spread up her file. I glance over the photograph's of the crime picture and the evidence as well as the certification. This is going to be a yearn week.

I spent the residuum 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 familiar. All of which were in his sign at some point prior to the time of death. However, all of them had self-justification. I couldn't recover a scrap of evidence that shed any brightness on the offense. What if the slayer knew how to short-circuit the security system ? Still, how did he get into the plate without breaking anything ? All the doors were locked.

Ashley walks in with the mortuary account. She hands it over to me. I flip through even though I was demonstrate during the post-mortem examinations. The victim had a 2.5-inch wide shot lesion. What was he stabbed with a steel ? That's an awfully blanket blade. There are other marks don't look like any blade I've ever seen."What do these calculate like Ashley ?"

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

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

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

I eventually decide to call it quits for the nighttime. I send Ashley home, but I stayed a little retentive. I had some personal business concern to do and I really didn't want anyone asking interrogative. I went through the police database, looking for all info 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 go respective week at. Hoping she shows up. However, I haven't seen her yet. I was going to finally let the cat out of the bag to her today. I was going to tell her the truth.

So I sat there and had a few drunkenness. Then she finally walked in. Slightly grandiloquent than me at 6 ft. She had tenacious berm length blonde hair. A blacken garb that barely filled up those curves and she had curves. Not overweight, but she could make full out a wearing apparel, that's for sure.

She walked right up to me and took the open prat beside me."I've seen you in here quite a few fourth dimension, 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 gouge,"I stutter. I can't believe she's actually talking to me !

"Nice name Nick, mind buying a female child a drink ?"she asks. I nod and signal the barman over.

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

"Screwdrivers please !"she says.

The barkeep nods and goes to put to work making our drinks.

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

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

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

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

She leans in closer and rustle in my ear."I get paid to possess a good fourth dimension with squeamish guys like you. Are you interested in having a near time ?"

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

I silently nodded."honest,"she said.

"So, ding ... Have any interesting cases ?"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 clew who it is ?"she asks.

"No idea, he's like a ghost… Able to go into high-security homes without leaving a trace,"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 crimes,"I add. I know I shouldn't be telling her this, but I can resist her. Besides, if I don't talk of the town about this font, I'm going to lose my shit.

"Oh my god ! Really ! Was that motion-picture show star one of them ?"she asks. Of row, his tape recording was uploaded to the internet before we could stop it.

"Yeah…"I confirm.

"Sounds more like a zep if you ask me,"she says. We both ending our drinks and I purchase order two to a greater extent.

"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 form of anguish,"I say.

The barkeep gives us our drinks. By now I'm feeling a trade good bombilation. 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 seat ?"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 as shooting 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 Feb in LA and she only has on a myopic skimpy dress."Would you like my pelage ?"I ask.

"I'm amercement,"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 unfermented,"she says.

"No problem,"I say.

We continue walking, at this point, we're Sir Thomas More than halfway there.

"So… Have you ever been with a woman like me ?"she asks.

"A adult female like you ?"I ask.

"A tranny…"she replies.

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

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

"Guilty as charged…"

"No way ! How does such a decent and freehanded guy like you stay single for so long ?"she asks.

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

"Aren't you lonely ?"she asks.

"Sadly yes…"

"What makes your work so important ? Why would you need that form of life ?"she asks."No offense, but lots of char 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 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 accept 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 script her the drink and sit down beside her.

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

"Thanks, I guess one of the few benefits of being a CSI is a right 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 try people on physical coming into court. Besides, I don't think there is anything haywire with being transgender."I tell her.

"You're like the only if one who thinks that,"she says."Sometimes it feels like there are only two form of people out there. The ones that hate transgenders and the one 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 tree board.

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

"But…"I interrupted.

"But, zero. I really like you. I don't meet young handsome guys who are actually overnice. near Guy treat me like some kind 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 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 other alternative. Being transgender…"

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

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

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

"Often times that's not enough."The pain in the ass in her vocalism is patent. I wrap my arm around her.

"There must be something… Something that can be done. You shouldn't have to trade 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 haywire, 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 hired hand pull my shirt up over my head and she tosses it aside. Her lip 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 observe her, leaving all my inhibition behind. As soon as we get into my sleeping accommodation, she tosses me on the bed and crawls on top of me. Our sass are locked together once more as her hands start exploring my body. They find their way down to my smash buckle and slowly unwrap it. future, her finger unbutton my drawers as her lingua slick past my lips.

She breaks away to deplume 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 storey. She only has a lash on underneath. She looks over her shoulder at me."Are you sure you still want to do this ?"she asks as she hooks her hitchhike underneath her thong.

I get up and stand up 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 mean that ?"she asks.

I kiss the spinal column of her neck opening as I pull her tight against me. If she only knew the truth. I've been searching for her my entire living. I kiss her articulatio humeri. My hands move on top of her 's, sliding her underwear down until it falls to the trading floor.

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

We both fall back onto the bed, still wrapped in each former 's sleeve. Our tongues dance in my rima oris. Her hand slips underneath my packer, grabbing a handful of my asscheek.

She rolls on top of me, both hands tugging at my underdrawers, pulling them down. My cock springs free. She slides the underclothing off and tosses them aside. I get a good look at her raw body for the first metre. My eyes travel down from her golden blonde hair, her boastfully breasts, to the large dick between her thick second joint.

I can't look away from it. Her cock is slightly larger 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 finger 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 favor ?"I ask.

She slides down, kissing me softly until her lips arrive at my fork. She sucks my prick into her oral cavity. Oh my god, that feels so full ! She slowly starts to bob her psyche up and down my shaft. Twirling her tongue around the tip of my cock every metre she comes up. I grab the sheets as she reaches around and snaffle my ass. She pulls my hips as she shoves my cock down her throat."Oh fuck !"I gasp.

I don't know how a good deal longsighted I can keep 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 cocksucker. I take a deep breath of air, as she pushes it in. Once again, she has my cock between her lips as she starts to thumb eff my butthole. Plunging my cock down her pharynx once more as her finger journeys deep into my ass.

However, she doesn't do this for long. She lets go of my cock. She looks into my optic."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 cock against my ass fling. She leans over and plants a candy kiss on my brim, pinning my legs against my chest. Her hands run up the back of my thighs, locking behind my knees. She slides down and the side by side matter 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 expert !

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

"Relax honey, get hold of a deep intimation in,"she rustle before she starts to labour. I feel a imperativeness as her cock reach out my ass. It hurts at 1st. I bit my lower lip and grab fistful of sheets."Just breath."

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

"UUuuuh fuck !"I grunt as she starts to thrust her rosehip back and forth. She starts to get into a rhythm. Her hips rocking back and forth bringing that putz in and out of my ass. The painfulness is still there, but I start to feel the joy of her rooster against my prostate.

My own turncock is intemperate as blade. The pleasure overtakes me. Any second I feel like I'm going to explode. She thrust her rod oceanic abyss in me as I feel her hot and heavy breath against my face. I look up into her eyes as she looks down into mine. Once again our rim are together and our tongues wrestle for space. She starts to eff my ass with vigor. Slamming her cock deep inside me.

"Oh fucking ! I'm going to cum !"She pulls out just enough to ram her prick as deep inside me as she can. I can feel her dick starting to pulsate, 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 crash on top of me after she lets my legs nightfall to the bed.

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

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

"No, you're wrong. My 1st time was with the most beautiful cleaning woman I've ever met."

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

"You're only saying that because this is the first-class honours degree sentence you've ever had sex."

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

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

"Then let 's get to lie with each former,"I tell her.

"I don't know,"she sighed."If you knew me you won't feel the Lapplander way."

I reached over and turned on the lamp."Have you forgotten I'm a crime tantrum Investigator ? I'm 100 % for sure you haven't been through anything I can't hold. Literally, I saw a guy tortured to dying this morning."

"I've done matter that I'm not lofty of,"she goes on.

"We all have,"I reply.

She looks back at me, she looks like she's on the sceptre of crying. She quickly looks away."wait, what's this ?"she asks as she grabs a picture from my bedside stand.

"This is my mother ! Why do you have a picture of her ?"she asks. Oh, fuck ! I've should take told her sooner.

"She's also my female parent too,"I say.

"What ? !"she asks bewilderedly."How ? ! Oh my god ! We… We had sex !"

She looks at me with pity and disgust."You're my comrade ! ? Did… Did you know this all along ? Is that why you've been going to the bar ?"

"holy place nooky ! I can't believe I just had sex with my brother !"The bout start to flow freely from her optic."And you ! You just let it find !"

She quickly gets up and snaffle her clothes.

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

She threw her dress 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 fist against the paries. 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 prison term I made it outside she got in a car and took off .