Murder Mystery 8211 Part 1
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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. 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 work cut out for me. Especially seeing how this is the third murder matching this particular MO. A tortured male 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 morning and I’ve been hard at work ever since.
Finally, after hours of trying to figure out the answers to these questions, I’ve decided to take a break and grab another cup of coffee. 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 name. “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 nothing. It’s like we’re dealing with a ghost. There is no sign of breaking in, the alarm wasn’t set off. No fingerprints, no weapon. The only 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,” 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 huff.
I grabbed my coffee and made my way back to the lab. “Nick! 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 like 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 coffee and open up her file. I glance over the photo’s of the crime scene and the evidence as well as the documentation. This is going to be a long week.
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 point prior to the time of death. However, all of them had alibis. I couldn’t find a scrap of evidence that shed any light on the crime. What if the killer knew how to bypass the security? Still, how did he get into the home without breaking anything? All the doors were locked.
Ashley walks in with the mortuary report. She hands it over to me. I flip through even though I was present 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 blade. There are other marks don’t look like any blade I’ve ever seen. “What do these look like Ashley?”
She looks closely at the photo. “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 next to nothing. Whoever this was, they were good.
I eventually decide to call it quits for the night. 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 database, looking for all information on a Bianca 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 last several weeks 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 tell 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 long shoulder length blonde hair. A black dress that barely filled up those curves and she had curves. Not overweight, but she could fill out a dress, that’s for sure.
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 gotten your name… Mines Bianca.” Shit! 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 Nick, mind buying a girl a drink?” 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 bartender nods and goes 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 glass full of orange juice and vodka. “How about you?”
She leans in closer and whispers in my ear. “I get paid to have a good time with nice guys like you. Are you interested in having a good 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 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 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 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 about this case, I’m going to lose my shit.
“Oh my god! Really! Was that movie 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 drinks 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 kind 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 drinks we go back to your place?” she asks.
“S... Sure…” I stutter.
We both take a sip of our drinks. She grabs my arm. “No need to be nervous hun, I’ll make sure 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 short skimpy dress. “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 wrap 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 head down.
“Wait a sec, are you a virgin?” 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 work! I suppose. I haven’t really had much time outside of it.”
“Aren’t you lonely?” she asks.
“Sadly yes…”
“What makes your work so important? Why would you want that kind of life?” she asks. “No offense, but lots of women I know would die to be with someone 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 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 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 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 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 people on physical appearances. Besides, I don’t think there is anything wrong 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 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 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 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 work?” 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 options. Being transgender…”
“There wasn’t any other work you’ve could’ve done? What about schooling?”
“Honey, it’s not that simple. When society sets expectations 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 work when people won’t even talk to you because of what you are.”
“I’m sorry to hear 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 voice 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 know her.
She pushes me back on the couch and straddles my waist as she continues to kiss me. Her hands pull 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 bedroom,” 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 belt buckle and slowly undo it. Next, her fingers unbutton my pants as her tongue slips past my lips.
She breaks away to pull 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 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 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 mean that?” she asks.
I kiss the back 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 shoulder. 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 embrace. She wraps her arm around my neck.
We both fall back onto the bed, still wrapped in each other's arms. Our tongues dance in my mouth. Her hand slips underneath my boxers, grabbing a handful of my asscheek.
She rolls on top of me, both hands tugging at my boxers, pulling them down. My cock springs free. She slides the underwear off and tosses them aside. I get a good look at her naked body for the first time. My eyes travel down from her golden blonde hair, her large breasts, to the large cock between her thick thighs.
I can’t look away from it. Her dick 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 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 lips arrive at my crotch. 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 time she comes up. I grab the sheets as she reaches around and grabs my ass. She pulls my hips as she shoves my cock down her throat. “Oh fuck!” I gasp.
I don’t know how much longer 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 asshole. 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 finger fuck my butthole. Plunging my cock down her throat 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 shoulders, pulling my ass to her. I can feel the tip of her cock against my ass crack. She leans over and plants a kiss on my lips, pinning my legs against my chest. Her hands run up the back of my thighs, locking behind my knees. She slides down and the next 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 cock up against the star of my ass.
“Relax honey, take a deep breath in,” she whispers before she starts to push. I feel a pressure as her cock stretches out my ass. It hurts at first. I bit my lower lip and grab handfuls 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 lips as she slowly pushes her cock inside me. She leans down and presses her lips 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 hips back and forth. She starts to get into a rhythm. Her hips 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 cock is hard 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 heavy 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 fuck my ass with vigor. Slamming her cock deep inside me.
“Oh fuck! 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 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.
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 back. “Well, that was the most amazing 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 wrong. My first time was with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
She lets out a small laugh. I scoot up behind her and kiss her shoulder. “I’m serious!”
“You’re only saying that because this is the first time you’ve ever had sex.”
“No, I’m saying that because I truly like you, is that hard 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 Scene Investigator? I’m 100% sure you haven’t been through anything I can’t handle. 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. “Wait, what’s this?” she asks as she grabs a photo from my bedside stand.
“This is my mother! Why do you have a picture of her?” she asks. Oh, fuck! I’ve should have 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 fuck! I can’t believe I just had sex with my brother!” The tears start to flow freely from her eyes. “And you! You just let it happen!”
She quickly gets up and grabs her clothes.
“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 have 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 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. -->
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