There I was, heavily at work as common. It was a officious Friday good afternoon. Another high profile murder character. Same MO as the stopping point. The dupe was tortured with lacerations all over his consistence. Fingernails tore off. eye out of its socket. A gruesome murder. How the cause of death was able to inflict this much damage, while still keeping the victim alive and conscious enough to speak was as much a mystery story to me as the fact that he was able to break into the victim's high-security manse without leaving a trace. As if the orca was a ghost.

No mansion breaking and entering. No traces of fingermark. 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 cyberspace. The victim'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 picky MO. A excruciate male person with a telecasting 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 forenoon and I've been hard at work ever since.

Finally, after hours of trying to envision out the answers to these questions, I've decided to take a break and grab another cup of chocolate. Walking out of the crime lab, I made my way down to the break room.

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

Shit, it's detective O'Connell."Honestly, I have nil. It's like we're dealing with a ghost. There is no sign of breaking in, the alarm wasn't set off. No fingerprint, no weapon. The only affair we do have is an obvious motive. The slayer seems to be targeting alleged raper. That's what the three dupe have in common."

"O'Connell, that P. I. is asking for you,"Major Davis interrupts as he walks in.

"Garcia ?"she asks."God that char is relentless."

She then turns back to me."See what else you can get hold out and we'll talk later."

She then turned heel and walked out in a huff.

I grabbed my burnt umber and made my way back to the lab."ding ! I finished organizing the papers 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 like me to seize a copy of the dead room's reputation ?"

"That would be corking Ashley, thanks !"she nods and then headspring off. I take a sip of my coffee and open up her file. I glance over the photo's of the crime scene and the evidence as well as the corroboration. This is going to be a farseeing hebdomad.

I spent the 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 associates. All of which were in his house at some item prior to the meter of death. However, all of them had alibis. I couldn't find a scrap of grounds that shed any light on the offence. What if the sea wolf knew how to bypass the security ? Still, how did he get into the home without breaking anything ? All the doors were locked.

Ashley manner of walking in with the mortuary report. She hands it over to me. I flip through even though I was acquaint during the post-mortem exam. The victim had a 2.5-inch wide stab wound. What was he stabbed with a sword ? That's an awfully all-inclusive steel. There are other home run don't looking at like any blade I've ever seen."What do these expect like Ashley ?"

She looks closely at the exposure."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 night mulling over what we had, which was adjacent to nothing. Whoever this was, they were good.

I eventually decide to call it quits for the dark. I send Ashley home, but I stayed a little longer. I had some personal business to do and I really didn't want anyone asking questions. I went through the police force database, looking for all information on a Bianca Caldwell. I know I've done this a thou 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 Lapplander bar I've spent the last respective 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 recount 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 foresighted shoulder length blond tomentum. A Shirley Temple dress that barely filled up those breaking ball and she had curved shape. Not overweight, but she could replete out a dress, that's for for sure.

She walked right up to me and took the clear seat beside me."I've seen you in here quite a few multiplication, but I still haven't grow your name… Mines Bianca."jack ! 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 notch, idea buying a girl a deglutition ?"she asks. I nod and signal the mixologist over.

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

"Screwdrivers please !"she says.

The bartender nods and goes to work making our drinks.

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

"I'm a criminal offense scene tec,"I tell her.

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

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

She leans in closer and whisper in my ear."I get paid to feature a good clock time with nice guys like you. Are you interested in having a sound time ?"

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

I silently nodded."practiced,"she said.

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

"I'm really not supposed to peach about my subject,"I tell her."But between you and me, there's a killer whale on the sluttish targeting men who are alleged rapists."

"Really ? Any hint 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 raper ?"

"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 defy her. Besides, if I don't talk about this subject, I'm going to suffer my crap.

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

"Yeah…"I confirm.

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

"You wouldn't think that if you saw the consistency,"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 estimable buzz. I want to assure 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 drunkenness. She grabs my arm."No need to be nervous hun, I'll make certainly 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 February in LA and she only has on a light skimpy attire."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 roll it around her bare shoulders.

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

"No job,"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 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 nice and better-looking guy like you stay exclusive for so long ?"she asks.

"I'm dedicated to my work ! I suppose. I haven't really had a great deal clock time outside of it."

"Aren't you lonely ?"she asks.

"Sadly yes…"

"What makes your workplace so crucial ? Why would you want that kind of life ?"she asks."No offense, but lots of fair sex I know would die to be with person like you."

"It's not that simpleton. You see my mother was murdered and the caseful 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 apartment. I was really feeling it by now, Thomas 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 couch. 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 situation you got here,"she points out.

"Thanks, I guess one of the few welfare of being a CSI is a adequate 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 the great unwashed on physical show. Besides, I don't think there is anything wrong with being transgender."I tell her.

"You're like the but one who thinks that,"she says."Sometimes it feels like there are only two form of mass out there. The single that hate transgenders and the 1 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 beverage 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, nothing. I really like you. I don't meet young handsome guys who are actually nice. Most guys treat me like some kind of bawd 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 sort of work ?"I ask.

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

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

"dearest, it's not that simple. When society sets expectations for what a man and a fair sex is, people who don't tumble into those categories are often ostracized,"she says."It's intemperate to get work when masses won't even babble out to you because of what you are."

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

"Often times that's not enough."The painful sensation in her spokesperson is evident. 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 centre and she leans in and our lips touch. It felt like a lightning deadbolt 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 cognise her.

She pushes me back on the couch and span my shank as she continues to osculate me. Her hands commit my shirt up over my head and she tosses it aside. Her lips 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 accommodation,"she says.

I quickly get up and follow her, leaving all my inhibitions behind. As soon as we get into my sleeping accommodation, she tosses me on the bed and crawl 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 belt warp and slowly undo it. Next, her finger unbutton my pants as her clapper shift past my lips.

She breaks away to draw in my trouser off, leaving me in just my boxers. She then stands up off the bed and turns her back to me. She undoes her dress and it falls to the floor. She only has a flip-flop on underneath. She looks over her shoulder joint 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 fend behind her, wrapping my arms around her."Is there any full way to lose one 's virginity than with a beautiful char like you ?"

"Do you really mean that ?"she asks.

I kiss the back 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 life. I kiss her shoulder. My hands move on top of her 's, sliding her underclothes down until it falls to the storey.

She turns around still wrapped in my arms. She looks deep into my eye."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 other 's arms. Our clapper terpsichore in my oral fissure. Her handwriting slips underneath my boxers, grabbing a fistful of my asscheek.

She rolls on top of me, both hired hand tugging at my underdrawers, pulling them down. My prick bound free. She slides the underwear off and tosses them aside. I get a commodity look at her naked trunk for the first time. My eyes travel down from her golden blonde hair, her bombastic breasts, to the boastfully cock between her thick thighs.

I can't look away from it. Her hawkshaw is slightly heavy 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 soundbox. 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 brim arrive at my crotch. She sucks my cock into her mouthpiece. Oh my god, that feels so proficient ! She slowly starts to bob her head up and down my peter. Twirling her clapper around the tip of my cock every time she comes up. I grab the sheets as she reaches around and grabs my ass. She pulls my hip joint as she shoves my turncock down her pharynx."Oh fuck !"I gasp.

I don't get it on how much foresightful I can hold this up. She lets my cock twilight from her brim. 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 intimation of air, as she pushes it in. Once again, she has my pecker between her rim as she starts to thumb fuck 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 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 find the tip of her pecker against my ass gap. She leans over and works a candy kiss on my lips, pinning my legs against my chest. Her hands run up the rear of my thigh, locking behind my knees. She slides down and the next thing I feel is her wet, ardent tongue sliding up and down the cracking of my tush, before pressing up against my entree. She plunges her tongue up my ass. It feels so strange and yet it feels so ripe !

She laps her tongue in and out of my ass before pulling it out completely. She then spits on her hand and fret it all over her stopcock. She starts to rub the tip of her tool up against the wizard of my ass.

"Relax dear, occupy a deep breath in,"she rustling before she starts to push. I feel a insistency as her tool reach out my ass. It hurts at initiative. I bit my lour lip and catch smattering of sheets."Just breath."

I inhale an air full lungs as the tip of her gumshoe plunges past my sphincter, penetrating me. A pant escapes my lips as she slowly pushes her prick inside me. She leans down and presses her rim against mine as her shaft buries itself deeper in my ass.

As bad as the pain in the ass 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 screw !"I grunt as she starts to thrust her hips back and forth. She starts to get into a rhythm. Her hips rocking back and Forth River bringing that cock in and out of my ass. The nuisance is still there, but I start to find the pleasure of her shaft against my prostate.

My own cock is tough as steel. The pleasure overtakes me. Any second I feel like I'm going to explode. She thrust her rod deep in me as I feel her hot and sound breath against my face. I look up into her eyes as she looks down into mine. Once again our rim are together and our lingua wrestle for infinite. She starts to fuck my ass with vigor. Slamming her rooster deeply inside me.

"Oh fucking ! I'm going to cum !"She pulls out just enough to ram her cock as deep inside me as she can. I can experience her dick outset to pulsate, spraying her freight 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 collapse on top of me after she lets my leg 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 back."wellspring, that was the most awesome thing I've ever experienced."

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

"No, you're amiss. My first sentence was with the most beautiful adult female I've ever met."

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

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

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

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

"Then let 's get to bed 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 view investigator ? I'm 100 % for sure you haven't been through anything I can't handle. Literally, I saw a guy tortured to destruction 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."waiting, what's this ?"she asks as she grabs a photograph from my bedside stand.

"This is my mother ! Why do you have a icon of her ?"she asks. Oh, fuck ! I've should throw 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 brother ! ? 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 tears start to menstruate freely from her heart."And you ! You just let it take place !"

She quickly gets up and grabs her clothes.

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

She threw her dress back on and grabbed her heels as she made her way to the threshold."Wait, I can explicate. I promise !"I shouted as she left, slamming the door behind her. Fuck ! I slam my fist against the wall. Why couldn't I just have asked her ? I let the intoxicant 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 .