Serial Killer Strikes Again

[Katamari Roller]

Lisa wanted to say something to cheer Woods up, her morose mood gone, but... she just couldn't think of anything. She sighed. It was easy to imagine how boring it was to go through the phone book.

"So, you've spent the whole day here? Damn, I thought you FBI guys were like those in TV, always going around, asking uncomfortable questions and tackling the running guys."

Lisa grinned sardonically, and grabbed the two pages she'd given Woods before pining them to a relatively empty board, where they'd be easy to notice. Just in case, she grabbed a leaf of white paper and wrote in big red letters "WITNESSES, GLENVILLE". Then, an arrow pointing downwards, and pined it on top of her pages.

"Well, at least these should help a bit, right? It's not like the whole day was wasted. If nobody, including me, found anything, then it would be a truly wasted way. As it is, it's just another day we don't catch the Little Girl. Sooner or later, we'll catch her... and I'll be right there to kick her guts out."

Lisa turned around, and looked at the wrinkles on Woods' jacket, where the fabric had pretty much spent hours in the same position. "Good God, Bruce, you've spent the whole day here without even pacing around, or something? How the hell can you take that?

Hey, maybe you'd..."

Lisa stopped, surprised. First, she was being more open to Woods. Second, she almost invited him out for dinner. She blushed lightly at that. She hadn't forgotten the mistake it was to invite him to see the sights, and... now was as good any moment to talk about it. Her face turned from the mildly annoyed gesture from before, to a serious outlook.

"Bruce, may I ask you something? When you look at me, what do you see?"

 

[Tseranc]

Damn. It hit. All day he’d been thankful that the night wasn’t mentioned. But now, alone in a room full of the most gruesome pictures known to man, she drops that bomb now.

Ignore it, maybe it will go away…

“No the day wasn’t completely wasted, these names you brought back are a good deal more useful then my thumbing through the damned yellow pages,” he answered the previous question in hopes the latest would be forgotten. But the disappointed eyes let him know he had failed.

“I see potential.” He signed. This sort of thing never ended well. Fuck it…she asked. He continued in his same cold, emotionless tone. The same tone detectives used to describe the horrid images currently around this very room.

“I see a girl trying to pretend she doesn’t have some “Daddy Issues” by being the leanest, meanest thing on the local police force. You probably didn’t go into the military to prove how tough you were, because while you take no shit from the whole world, you’re also not ready to leave home. You work night shift not because that it’s your turn to work it, but because it’s easier to have an excuse for not having a social life. I’ve used that excuse many times myself.”

He leaned back, he back aching at the movement that finally came after so many hours hunched over the phone.

“You feel you have to silently compete with all your co-workers, to prove to yourself you’re the best. Probably to please your dead father, but that’s just a guess. You want to pretend that no ones opinion matters, and that you take no shit from anyone, but deep down, at times like this, you seek approval.”

He reached for his now cold coffee, and drown his cold analytical mind with it.

“However, all cops are screwed up. You’re a pretty good beat cop, and you’re working on moving well beyond that. No matter how jacked up you’re personal life will ever be, I imagine you’ll always be at, or near the top, of your professional game.”

 

[Katamari Roller]

Lisa stood there, listening to his words in silence, staring at her. She noticed the change in the tone of his voice. That impersonal voice that seemed to be used to shield oneself from that which he was investigating. His tirade involved a lot of psychological analysis that honestly surprised her.

Even if half of it was wrong, Lisa had to admit Woods was quite good at what he did. When he finished, she sighed, liberating some tension. She grabbed a chair, and dragged it in front of the table where he sat at, sitting opposite him. She relaxed on it, and stared at him with dead-pan eyes. Lisa spoke in a cold tone of voice, not unfriendly, but not friendly either.

"A pretty impressive analysis, Bruce. But I feel there are a few things you should understand about me. First, yes, I got into this in part because I wanted my father and the rest of my family to be proud of me. But that's not a requirement anymore, I chose this job because my morals told me it was the right thing to do. I want to help people, I want to make my life something worth having.

Next, while I am, as a matter of fact, not really comfortable dealing with certain kinds of people, I have never used my night shift as an excuse to run away from people. And I happen to not care if someone is better than me. I know where I stand, I know what my strong points are, and I know where I am the worst. And I am glad that I know my own limits.

Yes, my current physique is the direct result of a time when I didn't want to acknowledge my limits. But that time was before I even got into this job. I chose to be here, I chose to cooperate with my colleagues, and I chose to do whatever was necessary to protect my people, my city. I might not like people like Glenville, who probably was a bastard anyway, but I don't feel anyone deserves this kind of death. Not ev... no one."

Lisa hastily stopped herself. She didn't want to reveal her inner self more than was necessary. She didn't want to let Bruce into a place where he could hurt her from... again.

She leant forwards, staring hard into his eyes, planting her elbows on the table like an artillery piece's supports.

"Do you know what I really am scared of, Bruce? I'll tell you. I fear that those I love, or care about, might hurt me. I fear they might betray my feelings for them because of low motives, like pride, or envy. I can't take it when people think that being near me means having power over me, that it means I will forgive their every sin against me. I hate to think that my loved ones will think their ambitions or wishes to be over my appreciation for them."

Lisa turned around, before Bruce could see the tears swelling on her eyes. She rubbed them off before standing up, and walking right to the center of the room. She crossed her arms, and turned around, facing him with a calmer outlook. And yet, her voice wavered.

"I think you understood my q-question wrongly, Bruce. So, I will ask it again, being far more c-lear about it.

When you... look at me, do you see a piece of meat to fuck? Or do you see a person who... who might feel hurt when you use her for your own pleasure?"

 

[Tseranc]

His eyes rolled back in disbelief it was going this direction. Why were women so damned fragile?

“That sounds rather like an accusation versus a question Lisa dear.”

But no one ever asked Bruce a question and didn’t get both barrels.

“No, You’re not a ‘piece of meat’ as you put it. Last night I saw a shot at what I thought was some mutual enjoyment; and at the time, I didn’t hear any complaints. Not when the drinks were offered, not poured down your throat. Not when you told me where to drive and park. Not when, as I remember it, you specifically asked for it.”

“Nor do I remember a complaint as I was invited up to your apartment, where things continued. Not during that trick you did with your leg…which, by the way, was pretty cool.” At that reminder her restrain at not blushing failed miserably.

“Today however I see someone who, for some reason, regrets their actions the morning after; and has now started to look for someone else to blame. It takes two to tango missy, and I don’t recall being alone.”

“So why did you go along with it last night, if now you view it as being used? Is it some deep dark need to be used? Is your virtue still intact so long as it was some asshole’s fault you got a little action? If so, then go ahead and blame me for it…make sure you’re pretty little mind is as ease.”

He took a deep breath. Analyzing was his nature, but times like this he wished he could just answer a question. No big speech about it, just answer. It would never happen, but he wished he could.

“Last night you were a person, whom I though I shared an agenda with. Feelings never played a factor. Using someone never entered my mind. Today, now, after this little chat, I see the reason I need another drink.”

He got up and walked to the conference room door, swinging it open in search of more coffee. He had drained the pot in this room hours ago yet neglected to make more. Now the coffee was the perfect reason to get out of that room for a few precious seconds.

He muttered behind him, “Freakin’ women, so damned self conflicted messes.”

And the search was on.

 

[jushorny]

Marc Jordan

I swear I would never hit a lady, but it was a good thing Samantha gripped my thigh tightly as Deb decided to come over and berate us. I really didn’t care what she had to say about me, it was her undignified comment about Samantha that got me fighting mad.

That was it; I couldn’t sit there any longer and take it from this person who called herself a lady. I stood up getting right into Deb’s face, holding here chin tightly in my hand, as I quietly said, “Listen Deb, the only hoe I ever dated was you, and you have no right to call this beautiful lady one. As far as me, say what you will, but maybe I never satisfied you because you never excited me. Although I do seem to remember a few times when your neighbors pounded on your apartment walls in an effort to quiet the moans they heard coming from your dirty hoe mouth.” I gave her a sly grin and wink, before releasing her chin, turning her around by her shoulders and whispering in her ear, “Now get your slutty ass out of here,” giving her ass a slap.

I turned back to Samantha knowing my face was red, “I am truly sorry for that outburst Samantha, she is the only ‘non-lady’ that has ever been apart of my life, a mistake I still regret.” I held my hand out helping her from the booth. “Guess we might want to take this place off our list for awhile.” I smiled, hoping she would somehow find some humor in this situation.

As we drove back to my place in our separate vehicles I was thinking about the condition of my house. For the life of me I could not remember if I left it in a presentable state or not. That was weird I told myself, when was the last time I cared how my place looked when I invited someone over. I pulled into the drive, walking around to her SUV, opening the door for her. Once inside I slid her coat off her shoulders, admiring the back of her beautiful body. As I held her coat in one hand, I turned her around to face me, pulling her gently closer; I leaned in and kiss Samantha’s soft moist lips. “Please make yourself at home, the DVD’s are over by the TV, pick out a movie, I’ll get us a glass of wine.”

When I came back into the room I see Samantha standing near the TV perusing my collection of DVD’s. Setting the wine on the coffee table I move over behind her. I ran my fingers over her shoulders before brushing her hair to one side, kissing her neck and licking behind her ear. “You smell so very good Samantha.” My body rubbing against her, hoping I was being warm and seductive, not crude as my bulge lightly touched her squeezable ass. I slid my hand around to the front, bringing Samantha back against me, my arm wrapped around her waist and my tongue continued exploring her neck.

I felt Samantha’s hand on mine as she pulled it away from her waist, sliding out from under my grasp. I turned with her watching her ass sway as she made her way to the sofa. I sat down close to her, resting my arm on her shoulder, her hand landing on my thigh.

 

[Wyld52771]

Detective Michael Hallenbeck

Michael pulled up in front of Ivy's house. He knew he was a bit early, but after the mess of emotions he had rolling around in his head after talking to Marty Glenville's parents, he didn't feel like going back to the station, and it was too late for him to go home. Sitting in the car, he dialed Woods' cell phone. After the third ring, Woods picked up.

"Woods here..."

"This is Hallenbeck," he said, "Just checking in...Martin Glenville's parents have been notified."

"How'd that go?"

"Not all that well, but that's to be expected. Any progress there?"

Woods informed him of his lack of leads concerning the iron that created the brands on the victims, and of O'Connells leads she got talking to witnesses. Hallenbeck nodded at her results, unsurprised.

"Yeah, I suspected it was a black widow type of murder and that our perp was probably a woman. Have Smith or O'Connell bring the bartender in and give our sketch artist a description. Then once we have something drawn up, we could distribute it among the bars in town. Would just have to make sure they don't put the drawings on display in the bar. We wouldn't wanna tip her off."

"Sounds like a plan, man," Woods replied. "Are you coming back in now?"

"No," Michael replied, "I have something I have to do first. Following a hunch. I'll let you know if anything pans out from it."

"Alright," Woods replied, "Just be sure to keep me informed."

"Will do. Later."

Michael hung up and put the phone back in his pocket. He gave a quick look at himself in the rearview mirror, and sighed. The face he saw looking back at him looked tired, hair a bit disheveled, a five o'clock shadow beginning to cover his jawline. His eyes looked a bit haunted, and a bit bloodshot. He looked down at himself and saw that because he had been roused out of bed so abruptly this morning, he was wearing the same clothes he'd worn last night.

He looked at his watch and saw it was already 6 o'clock. He was supposed to pick Ivy up in an hour, and unless he wanted to blow off their reservations, he wouldn't have time to get cleaned up and dressed as he would have liked. She was kind of an uptown girl, and he was hardly dressed to impress...especially in the fashion she was most likely used to...and the fact that he was early didn't help matters. "Not the best way to make a good impression," he thought, "Showing up on her doorstep an hour early, looking like a hobo. She probably is nowhere NEAR ready, and once she sees me, she'll probably change her mind about wanting to go out." He shrugged as he opened the door and got out of the car, and then mumbled to himself, "Hazards of the job I guess."

He walked up the sidewalk leading to her front door, readying himself for disappointment. Regardless of whether or not she backed out of the date and they didn't go anywhere, he still had to talk to her, even if only on a professional level...but he found his heart racing a bit as he reached out and pressed the doorbell anyway, hoping she didn't think TOO poorly of him.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Lisa was very, very disappointed. Not because of his words themselves, no. He was right in assuming she had used him too, even if it had been because of her being drunk. That was not the reason she had asked him the question.

It was because she wanted to know if he regretted, even if just a little bit, having sex with her while drunk.

She definitely didn't expect a long tirade on how she was trying to shift the blame away, and how she was a devil in disguise. She knew perfectly she was as much to blame as he was. However, his long attempt at excusing himself by placing the whole responsability on her revealed a lot about his true character.

And it was then when she really regretted having had sex with him.

Lisa stood there, arms crossed, staring the floor, not knowing what to do. Should she excuse herself to Woods, despite the fact he was a slimy bastard in her mind now? No, that was right out of the question. She was not going to kneel at his feet pleading for forgiveness.

Still, Lisa felt free. It was a weird kind of freedom. Her first time had been far more horrible than this one, and this one was actually an experience in liberation.

A sandwich and a nice cup of coffee were in order. Lisa decided to go to Mason's to have a celebration of sorts. But, when she was about to leave, she remembered there was no one beside her in this room now, and she should stay to watch it. It was so hard to do, with her face barely hiding the glee she felt.

Oh, sure. As she sat on the nearest chair and crossed her legs, she knew it would have been better to have a good relation to Woods. But, as things were, she was better off knowing what he was like. "Over-analytic", that's what he was. Too cold for any meaningful communication with him that did not involve his work.

Still, she felt a bit guilty. She sighed, remembering his last words, so full of venom. Well, not everybody can like you, can they? You can only meet the worthy ones, and keep them in your phone list.

God, what a weird day. After everything that's happened, aren't you supposed to cry, or something...? Well, I guess not! Lisa grinned, opening the window, and letting a cold breeze go over her face. As chilly as it was, it felt invigorating.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha felt the heat in her groin wash over her. The muscles of her sex tightened and she shifted against him, hoping to ease the pressure that was rising between her legs. There was so much moisture building she knew if Marc touched her he would feel how aroused she was. It had been a long time for her. . . too long.

As they sat on the couch, his arm around her, she still felt the warmth of his kisses on her neck and the welcoming touch of his skin. She kept telling herself that she didn’t know this man, that he was a stranger, that he could be a criminal. . . but there was something else pulling her to him, another need that was growing, one primal and hungry.

“Marc,” she whispered. Her fingers held his hand and she stroked them gently. “I’m divorced. I have been now for a year. . . I haven’t,” she coughed and felt the heat of her blush rise over her skin. “Well. . . I haven’t been on the pill and. . .”

She shut her mouth and tilted her head so she could face him and speak to the air in front of her. “If I’m jumping to conclusions. . . forgive me. I just wanted you to know. . . in case.”

Sam really just wanted to shut up. She could talk for hours when she was nervous, or not speak at all when she was scared to death, she was very aroused now though and wanted nothing more than to have Marc’s lips on hers. Her eyes traveled down his face, to his neck, and her fingers toyed with his hair as she brought her lips to his. Her tongue traced his lips and she dipped the wet muscle inside then pulled away.

“That was a goodbye kiss incase I’ve overstepped my place.”

 

[redbaron05]

After speaking to Ms Winters and making a fool of himself Jerry wanders around the museum looking at the displays.

After wandering around awhile he sees the line forming for the tour picking up a brochure and reading it as he makes his way toward the end of the line. Reading the brochure as he follows the group Jerry doesnt see the young woman he bumps into looking up startled as she steps away he feels his face turn crimson as he apologixes,"Oh I'm sorry please forgive me wasn't watching where i was going are you ok?"

Stepping back Jerry looks her over realizing he is staring at the beautiful creature in front of him and not wanting her to think hes a pervert quicky takes note her list of questions and asks, "Do you come here often?"

 

[sharingfantasies]

As the tour began, Serenity forgot about the man behind her until he got so close he bumped into her. Startled she looked up to see him blush. She was so surprised to see the blush that she almost missed his words his questions.
"Yes I am fine, and yes I come to the museum as often as I can," she smiled briefly.

Serenity turned back to the front of the group as their guide introduced herself as Molly and led them to the exhibit. Molly held up an item and talked about its background. Then allowed a guard to pass it around the group so that they could examine it up-close. As the guard handed her the 19th century Tai Pan, she turned it over in her hand, inspecting every inch carefully. She wanted to be able to recognize one if the opportunity to see one again ever occurred. The 7.5 inch spear point blade was fixed to a black leather handle that was 5.5 inches long. As Molly explained the history of the Japanese, Serenity listened even as she noted the flattened oval placed between the leather and the steel guard. Molly explained that the oval shape helped keep the knife from turning or being twisted from the hand, while the guard kept the owner's hand from slipping onto the double-sided blade. Serenity handed the knife back to the guard with a slight shiver. Her imagination kicked into overtime as she pictured the knife in use. Seven inches of steel would do a lot of damage to a human body.
As she handed the knife back to the guard, she pulled out her notebook, did a quick sketch and wrote in the details she had learned about the knife. While the museum forbid cameras, sketching was allowed.

Molly held up a black laquered piece of wood with a dragon painted on it. As she pulled the ornately designed handle from the piece of wood, a twelve inch long blade was exposed. Molly explained that the Dragon Tanto knife was a favorite of the Samurai. The black sheath was both decorative as well as useful in protecting the owner from the long tapered blade. Serenity checked it out carefully, not only were the sheath and handle decorated but so was the guard. Again, once she had handed it back to the guard, she immediately sketched its design and any information she learned.

And so the time sped quickly as Serenity added to her collection of sketches the deadly yet beautifully designed Butterfly Balisong and the jungle clearing Moro Barong knives from the Phillipines, the Gurkha Kukhri of Nepal and the American Bowie and Ka-Bar knives. Next item on the tour was the Bolo machete used throughout the Pacific Rim. As the group began to move onto longer blades, Serenity glanced at her watch and gasped loudly. The rest of the tour and any questions Molly had would have to wait, with a quick "I'm late!" explanation to the man who had turned, with a concerned look, at her gasp, she spun on her heels and dashed for the door. Pushing her sketchpad into her oversized purse as she ran, she didn't notice that the company business card that she used to keep her place in her sketchbook had slipped onto the floor.

Although, Serenity's boss was currently in Hong Kong exploring possible art objects to sell and she had the office to herself, Serenity prided herself at keeping the office open for the times posted in their ads. Practically flying down the steps, she hailed a taxi and sighed deeply once she was back in her own leather office chair behind the glass door etched with the words "Johannsen Imports and Exports, Ely Johanssen owner". Settling her purse and sketchbook in the bottom drawer of her desk, she began to type up some documents of origination for a set of jade figurines of the Chinese Immortals UPS had delivered just before she left for her lunch hour museum tour.

 

[Tseranc]

Woods hung up his cell phone, and finished pouring his coffee before going back in to face his co-worker/one night stand. Woman! Meet in a bar and have a good time, but in the morning you’re the bad guy! Bunch of crazy bitches. How he had been married twice was still beyond him. Finding a woman that wasn’t certifiable was a task he long ago abandoned. Might as well seek out the Fountain of Youth, or go and pay Santa a visit.

He strolled back in, and resumed work, not that half-baked conversation he left. She was still there, looking out the window. Good.

“I just got off the phone with Hallenbeck. We traded success and failure stories for the day, and since you’re the only one with any success. We’ll keep rolling with your luck. Could you go back down and grab that bartender? Bring him to the station and have him describe our suspect for the sketch artist. We need something, and that seems the best we can do for now.”

He didn’t really wait for a reaction. He just sat back down, and started reorganizing all the files. This time by sex, vs. by time killed. There had to be a pattern as to who was getting killed, especially if it was a woman doing the killings. The lure of sex seemed obvious enough to catch the guys, but what of her female victims?

 

[Katamari Roller]

“I just got off the phone with Hallenbeck. We traded success and failure stories for the day, and since you’re the only one with any success. We’ll keep rolling with your luck. Could you go back down and grab that bartender? Bring him to the station and have him describe our suspect for the sketch artist. We need something, and that seems the best we can do for now.”

"Sure!"

Lisa turned around, half-grinning. Damn radical way to recover, huh? She walked to the door, and opened it. She stopped at the doorframe for a couple seconds, then she turned around.

"Oh, by the way. I wasn't blaming you for having sex with me. I just wanted to know what you thought about it." Lisa closed the door behind. And then opened it again, peeking in. "Also, stop being so damn cold and analytical about everything! You sound like an asshole when you talk that way!"

She grinned widely as she walked down the corridors, and out into the street. Wow, what a relief! Who knew having sex, then regretting it, then having a fight with someone could feel so good? Ok, now, the job. Focus. Geeet... baaarman. Lisa felt like giggling as she walked to her car, feeling her legs and arms light like feathers...

 

[poohlive]

"So, I hear you're on the case?"

Trevor leaned up against her car, looking at her as if for the first time. It had been a while, hadn't it? Years and years had gone by... well, not years, months, or weeks? How long had it been? Now he was curious, his own mind spinning to the last time they did actually see each other.

She'd thrown a beer bottle at him. He thought that was it, at the bar. He had called her a fucking cunt and she threw a beer bottle at him. They had both been drunk and angry, and he was pretty sure she still had a black eye from their fight last time.

And the time before, and the time before...

God, he had been on so much shit back then. Pills, dope, fucking eight balls every weekend. That had been a fucked up time, before he got his job at the motel, before he tried to clean up.

He had tried.

"They put you on the serial killer case? I thought you were some local beat cop still walking the streets, why did you get put on the most important case we've had all year?"

He'd seen her name come up too many times on the autospy report, and just seen her come out of the station, and decided to say hello.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Serenity finished typing up the DoAs and filed them away. Logging onto the internet she did some background research on the eight Immortals. Then she took digital pictures of each of the Immortals and uploaded those to the company website.

Typing up a short blurb to accompany the pictures she noted:

The eight Immortal statues are representative of the eight historical figures that each represent a condition in life: poverty, wealth, aristocracy, plebianism, age, youth, masculinity and femininity. Stories of the Eight Immortals can be found in Chinese artforms, in folklore, drama, novels, and woodblock prints. These genuine jade figurines stand approximately 8 inches tall and are handmade by the Hsien people in the northern mountains of China. Each figurine is available at the remarkable price of $150, the set of all eight Immortals is available for $1000.

Having completed those tasks, she carefully carried one set of the figurines out into the small studio/showroom and arranged a display case in the Asian section of the room. Here collectors could find hand painted fans, bronze statues of Asian characters from religion and literature, Ming vases, porcelain flutes, etc. Besides the Asian section there were also areas for European hand goods, African woodwork, and pottery and woven items from the native people of South America.

Besides taking care of the paperwork, the website and the merchandise, Serenity also opened the studio from 4:00 pm until 7:00 pm each week night. A quick look around the studio, assuring herself that all was ready for opening, Serenity had time for a quick break to eat something before it was opening time. Since Serenity usually spent lunch time in museums and dinner time in the studio, this was the only chance for her to get something to eat until much later that night. Opening the small refrigerator, she took out containers of salad, shrimp linguini, and bread she had left over from last night's take-out dinner. Popping the linguini into the microwave she poured a small glass of white wine, and began eating the salad. Twenty-five minutes later she had finished eating, cleaned up the reusable containers, washed her face and redid her makeup, brushed her teeth and started the complimentary hot water pot for tea or coffee.

The old Swiss cuckoo clock on the wall was just starting its four o'clock routine of a cat chasing a small bird in circles as Serenity unlocked the door to the first customers of the night. The two older ladies, repeat customers whom Serenity knew came for the tea and company also, spotted the new figurines immediately. As Serenity filled tea cups with hot water and Pu Erh Tuo Cha (Birds Nest) tea from China, she filled the ladies in on the stories behind the Immortal figurines.

 

[redbaron05]

Soon after Jerry joins the tour group the guide starts the tour by introducing herself as Molly.

As the tour begins Jerry follows along behind the woman who he had bumped into noticing her sketching each of the weapons as it is shown. Jerry moves to the differant displays with the tour at one Molly has a guard pass around a dagger with a 7in blade.

Handling the knife Jerry hefts it and feels how well balanced the oriental style weapon as he thinks to himself,"Someone could do a lot of damage with a weapon like this" as he returns it to the guard as the tour moves on.

Looking up as the woman in front of him gasps Jerry looks at her concerned as she explains,"I'm late" as she stuffs her sketchbook into her bag and rushes out the door not noticing she has dropped a card.

Retrieving the dropped card Jerry reads it, "Johannsen Imports and Exports Serenity Breecher" and there was a address and a phone number on it. Sticking the card in his pocket Jerry says to him self. "I may have to pay Miss Beecher a vist this could be interesting" as the tour contiues to its completion. Leaving the museum Jerry decides to run by this Johannsen Imports and Exports "Who knows I may learn something at the very least get another chance to see the sexy woman who took part of the tour in front of me."

Getting into his truck and driving to the address on the card he finds himself outside of a warehouse with a small studio and office attached.
Getting out he goes pushes the door open and enters the small show room and there stands Miss Beecher and a couple of clients. Jerry wanders around looking at the differant items on display as he waits to be waited on.

 

[Babette_____]

Angelica shuts the lights of her office off and waves goodbye to the night guard of the museum. She then drives to the address of Deb Synder and watches the place for an hour before coming to the conclusion that the woman and Brian weren't at home. She climbs from her car as the sun starts to drop down and quickly begins taking pictures with her digital camera.

The click of the shutter is the only thing heard as she walks around the house and takes several dozen snap shots. She then casually uses her elbow to bust open a small section of the glass that makes up the kitchen door and slips her gloved hand inside. She unlocks it and slowly walks around, taking more pictures.

She sees evidence of Brian’s betrayal all over the home. It is soon apparent to her that he’d been staying with Deb for some time and that realization only added to her anger. She knocked over furniture and slashed her calvary sword through several pieces of apolstry.

Then with bright red paint Angelica did something she’d never done before... she painted the words. . . Dad’s mad, baby girl all over the walls of the Master bedroom. She then walked outside and breathed in the country air, the only thing keeping anyone from seeing the jealous female was the isolation that Deb Synder had placed herself in by living so far from neighbors and business.

As Angelica thought more about Deb she began to relate to her. Wasn't Angelica living out in the country. . . sometimes. . . and sometimes wasn't she alone. But then Angelica remembered that though she was alone she never stole another's boyfriend or husband from someone. She knew deep down that Brian and Deb were sorry and would be thankful to be cleaned.

Her eyes caught site of the worn down barn and she grinned. Yes. . . that would be a lovely place. She walked over to it and began taking more pictures. She’d enjoy putting the lovers in the pile of soiled hay once she was done purifying them. Her eyes danced with happiness as she made her way back to the city and happily crawled into bed, though it was way to early for her normal routine. She had a busy couple of days ahead of her and she desperately wanted to be at her top form.

 

[jushorny]

Marc Jordan

It became clear that Samantha was wanting this to head in the same direction as I did. The way she went about discussing it was adorable, like a high school girl, knowing she wanted it, knowing I probably did too, wanting to make sure things would be safe before we went too far and yet, not completely sure of how to brooch the subject.

She pulled from my lips letting me know that was a good bye kiss if she had overstepped her place. I held her cheek making sure our eyes focused on one another, “That good bye kiss is way too soon Sam, I can’t imagine you leaving for quite sometime.” I let my lips form a smile before continuing on, “I spent a couple of years in the boy scouts, I always come prepared.” My lips lowering to hers as my tongue slid inside the warmth of her mouth, tasting her just made me want her more.

I held onto her hand as I raised my body from the sofa, bringing her along with me. I led her into my dimly lit bedroom, stopping at the end of the bed. I placed her hands around my lower back as we kissed more passionately. My hands sliding up under her top, feeling the heat of her skin, raising her top up and over her head. I let it fall as my hands moved round to cup her full breasts, to feel their softness. I bit down on the softness of her skin gently, licking away any mark I made. The palm of my hands pressing against her nipples, the friction causing them to hardened.

One hand unzipping her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. The same hand reaching around to cup her ass and to pull her tightly against my body, letting her know how aroused she made me feel. I could feel the softness of her skin and the string of her thong only excited me further. I moved us closer to the bed, lowering her onto her back. I removed my shirt before laying over her, one leg between hers as my mouth made contact with her neck, biting and sucking as my hand ran along the length of her thigh.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samatha

Samantha ran her hands down his back and then up again. She felt her skin flare up and then try and peak further out. Her skin was on fire as well as being poked and prodded with tiny pins that seared into her flesh. She moaned softly as Marc slowly teased her skin. It had been a long time, longer then she wanted to admit to herself, that she had felt true hunger.

She wasn’t thinking about love, she was thinking about desire and passion. She’d been in love once. . . love sucked. What she felt now was mutual attraction for another, an attraction that didn’t have to be raw and wild, but could be just as fulfilling as the slow, teasing strokes and kisses he was lavishing upon her skin.

Her leg wrapped around his and she ran her heeled foot up and down his calf. The heel trailed over his slacks and she ground her pelvis against his sex and urged him onward with her sounds of “ohh” and “mmm” running from her lips. Her pulse raced and her body begged for more of his caresses.

She lifted her head and sucked gently on his shoulder. Her tongue trailed over the hot flesh, while her nails made gentle trails of pink up and down his back. “Marc,” she whispered into his ear, before nipping at the lobe. “It’s been so long. . .” she told him again. She wasn’t sure what she wanted. She wasn’t sure if she wanted the slow easy loving they were currently doing or the hard, quick fuck that she also hungered for.

“Mmm...” she moaned as her body continued to be pleasured by his sweet touches and his whispered kisses of longing and promise.

 

[Alerdene]

Finally choosing a deep blue dress that nearly shimmered into black, she pulled it on over her head in front of the full length mirror. Turning this way and that, she finally shrugged, deciding it would do. It stopped mid-thigh and had a soft scoop neck that gave hints of the fullness underneath. It was not earthshatteringly sexy, but it was enough to catch attention. Rummaging in her closet, she pulled on a pair of matching strappy heels, scrapping the idea of putting on stockings.

A few minutes in the bathroom, a light application of eyeliner, blush and lipstick and she was ready to go. Her long hair swung like a sheet of silk down her back as she walked back into the bedroom and dumped the Fed Ex envelope out on the bed.

Her brows furrowed together as she picked up the abundant pile of photos that slid out of the envelope. Thinking for some strange reason that perhaps copies of her pictures had been made already, her mouth dropped open, some of the pictures slipping from her grasp as she saw quite suddenly they were not her snapshots.

The pictures, some of them quite graphic, were clearly of the latest victim. But they were crisp, clear, and very close up and personal. Swallowing hard, she picked up the envelope again, checking for an address. Nothing. Scattering the pictures out on the bed, she tried not to blanch at a few of the more revealing ones. Who had sent these? Why her? A million questions crashed through her head.

None of them were answered however as her doorbell suddenly rang. Glancing at the clock, she bit her lip when she realized it was six already. Not expecting anyone for another hour, she hurriedly chose a few of the pictures that showed things that had clearly been held back from the media, she shoved them into her panty drawer, dropping a huge pile of silken garments on top of them. Taking the rest of the photographs, she put them back in the envelope and walked from the room, trying to control her breathing.

She wasn't so stupid as to think she should keep them all. But a choice few would give her new leads to follow, new tidbits to leak out when the time was best. The fact that the killer had sent them to her made her pause momentarily, a chill going down her spine as she tried to think of what exactly that meant. Shoving the envelope into her bag and fastening it tightly, she took a deep breath as she opened the door, hoping she looked calmer then she felt at the moment.

Michael... is it seven already?

He shook his head as she stepped back to let him, taking in his appearance as he gave her an almost sheepish smile. He apologized for being early as he came in and even offered to cancel if she wanted, but she shook her head in earnest. He looked tired and beat and his clothes were rumpled, but somehow the sight of him still put a genuine smile on her lips.

Don't be silly. It's not a fancy place I hear. And you deserve to look a bit beat up, you probably haven't slept in at least 24 hours. We can order in if you'd rather not go out though. It's up to you.

 

[Wyld52771]

Detective Michael Hallenbeck

Ivy opened the door, and Michael couldn't help but stare. She looked wonderful, wearing high heels and a blue dress that, although was not blatantly sexy, was alluring in a different way, accenting just enough of her body to make his heart beat faster.

She looked somewhat surprised to see him, and he again felt guilty for showing up early, when she said, "Michael... is it seven already?"

He shook his head, and said, "No...I'm sorry, Ivy. I was working and lost track of time, I guess. I know I'm a bit early."

He gave her a bit of a sheepish smile, as she stepped back to welcome him inside. She smiled in return, seeming honestly happy to see him, her smile appearing completely geniune. His eyes keep involuntarily playing over her...the way she looked in that dress, the way her face had just enough make-up to look classy, the inviting way her hair framed her face. She looked so elegantly beautiful that it made him feel even more self-conscious about his own disheveled appearance.

"I'm sorry I'm early, Ivy. I kind of got caught up with work and by the time I noticed what time it was, I realized I wouldn't be able to get home in time to get cleaned up for dinner. If you want to cancel, I'd completely understand."

She shook her head, still smiling invitingly, as she said, "Don't be silly. It's not a fancy place I hear. And you deserve to look a bit beat up, you probably haven't slept in at least 24 hours. We can order in if you'd rather not go out though. It's up to you."

He looked at her, and smiled back. "Would you mind if I cancelled our reservations and just ordered us some chinese or something? I guess I'd feel more comfortable doing that. After the day I've had I really don't feel like being in a crowded restaurant. Also, though its kind of embarressing to admit, I rushed out of the house so fast this morning when I got the call , that I didn't get to shower, and just threw on what I was wearing last night." He blushed self-consciously.

She chuckled at him and said, "Ordering in will be fine, Michael."

Still blushing he said, "One more thing...Can I ask a favor of you?"

"Sure," Ivy replied, her eyes twinkling merrily in amusement at his discomfort, a wide smile on her face, "Ask away."

"Well," he said, "I have a duffel bag out in the car with some clean sweats and a t-shirt...stuff I use when I go to the gym. Would it be too much of a bother if I asked if I could make use of your shower? I'm starting to feel a bit self-conscious looking at how pretty you look and then realizing how ripe I must be right about now." Looking at the way she looked in her dress appreciatively again, he jokingly added, "I know I'd be a bit underdressed, and I guess since I don't have a razor handy, I won't be able to shave, but I figure the very least I can do is get SOMEWHAT cleaned up before dinner." He chuckled nervously, awaiting her reply.

 

[jushorny]

Marc Jordan

I looked into her eyes with a devilish smile, her comment confirming what her body was telling me. Her body was screaming out to be touched, to be pleasured, she wanted it fast and hard now and yet wanted it slow and lasting forever. Just my kind of lady. This was going to be a long enjoyable evening I thought to myself. I slide my body down hers, kissing along the way. I could have taken hours to get where I intended to go, but I felt her need to urgent right now, my enjoyment, my slow exploration of her body could come later.

I knelt on the floor as my tongue licked her thighs and my hands spread her legs a bit, My hand rubbed her sex, feeling its heat, as my tongue licked along the lines of her thong. I snaked my tongue under, tasting her for the first time. I looked up in her eyes and smiled as my fingers slowly slide the thong off her legs and onto the floor. My fingers gently spread her lips open and my tongue made a wide pass over her exposed wetness. Her arousal almost immediately coating my moustache as my tongue licked her clit hard. My hands roamed over her heated skin, teasing, pinching and caressing. I felt her hips slowly moving, guiding my tongue where it felt best. Her scent and taste arousing me beyond what I imagined. My tongue probed, tasting her nectar, learning what aroused her body.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Samantha lifted her hips as Marc caressed her sex. She gripped the blankets under her and hissed through clenched teeth, “Oh Marc.” Her sex throbbed as Marc’s lips, breath, tongue and teeth moved over her flesh. The warm fluids of her arousal continued to slip through her. She moaned and pleaded for more.

She moved one hand to her stomach and ran her fingers slowly over her hot skin. Her other hand moved to her nipples and she teased first the right then the left. Her pussy was hot with need and desire. She hungered for more of his ministrations, needed them desperately. “Please. . . deeper,” she whimpered. Her fingers moved from her stomach to her clit and she teased and pulled it, with the same tempo that she used on her nipples.

“Marc,” she groaned as the continued attention he rained down on her grew with more heat. Her blood flowed thick through her veins and she felt her breath become more ragged with every lazy stroke of his tongue.

Her climax was reaching a peek and she could feel it gathering over her. “Ohhh... Marc,” she hissed. “Ohhh... please...” she cried.

Her toes curled and her body stiffened as she covered Marc’s face with her juices. She shook and shuddered as she climaxed around him. “Oh my God!” she cried out, over and over again. She shivered as each wave rolled through her. Her fingers clenched and unclenched as she tried to breath again.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Serenity was still talking to the Collington sisters about the Immortals of China when she heard the little bell over the studio door chime. All three of them turned to see the newcomer. Serenity blanched as she realized that it was the same man as the one in the museum. Was he following her? Was it accidental? Her hand trembled slightly as she set down the tea cup and rose on shaky legs.

The Sisters were staring at the man, whom Serenity had to admit was better looking than a man should be, when she rose to her feet. Very grateful for the Sisters presence, she took a deep breath and put on her most professional welcoming smile. Stepping towards him, she welcomed him to the studio, introduced herself, and inquired as to whether he would like some coffee or tea. She was pleased that her voice sounded relaxed, as her heart was beating a frightened rabbit's rhythm in her chest.

She introduced the Sisters to him with their names and a wave of her hand in their direction. As he nodded in their direction, the two ladies smiled and preened in such an obvious manner that Serenity had to fight to keep the giggle inside. She turned to the receptionist table and prepared the cup of coffee as he wished.

Serenity willed herself into a semblance of calm and as she handed the cup to the man, her hand was steadier. She found that her fear was being replaced by curiousity as she asked, "How may I help you?"

 

[jushorny]

Marc Jordan

Bringing a lady to orgasm with my tongue was something that turned me on, always made me feel good and always made sliding my cock in easier. My tongue lapped away, probing and licking the walls of Samantha’s sex. When I felt her finger on her clit I gently pushed it away, replacing it with my own thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth. I prepared myself for her impending orgasm realizing it could be intense if it truly had been a long time for her. It wasn’t long before I felt her body stiffen, her hips thrust up as her back arched. Her moans becoming more frequent as my tongue pushed in deeper, licking way her wetness. Samantha’s body shuddered and her thighs clamped around my head as her nectar flowed freely for me to tasse and enjoy. I savored her taste, her scent as I continued to lap, slowing my intensity as her body rode out her first orgasm of the evening.

I stood between her spread legs, undoing the belt and zipper of my pants, smiling down at her lust filled eyes as her breathing returned closer to normal. I let my pants fall to the floor as I moved onto the bed, laying half over Sam’s soft skin. I licker her lower lip, biting gently, before covering her mouth with mine. My hand cupping her breast, toying with her nipple. I began kissing, licking, sucking the skin along her jaw line and neck. Sam smelled so wonderfully sexy and I found myself needing to taste every inch of her. I slid my leg higher between hers, pressing against her sex with my thigh.

 

[Katamari Roller]

"So, I hear you're on the case?"

Lisa's legs paralyzed in a mix of fear, and instinctive self-preservation. She looked at the man leaning on her car, and felt two things.

One, the need to run away.

Two, the feel to smash the guy's face.

"Trevor..." She spat venom as her brain went through every single humiliation, through every single pain, through every single reason to hate him... and reconcentrated all that into a single, aching point in her brain that felt like bursting out of her skull with a knife.


"They put you on the serial killer case? I thought you were some local beat cop still walking the streets, why did you get put on the most important case we've had all year?"

Lisa stormed towards her car, and planted her feet in front of him, snarling like a panther.

"And what the FUCK are you doing here, you piece of shit!? I thought it was pretty clear back then that I did NOT want to see you again!"

Lisa prayed that Trevor would try to hurt to her again. She prayed he would try to punch her. Because then, she would have an excuse to paint her car's windows red. A part of her was amazed at the fury in her, but another part revelled in it, and wanted more... and she was all too willing to give in to it if she was given an excuse.