by Havok, Rayne
Shaking my head, I make my way to the office.
***
Everyone is busy on other cases for now, the office is a buzz. Having confirmed there was no way Tula had killed the vic, we are left to believe natural causes, and that Dr. Kirby will fill us in on exactly what type when he finds out conclusively. Effectively striking Josh Whitmore’s name off the murder board, moving us along to the next—such is the circle of police work.
I can’t seem to shake the whole thing, why she’d have sex with him at all being at the number one spot. My mind is walking through all the scenarios, and from what I saw, sex with the man who only seconds earlier had been looking a lot like a rapist, wouldn’t have been my guess.
I don’t think she’s the type to regularly sleep with her clientele. I know that may seem naïve, given she is in a profession where that actually happens all the time. And, for fuck sake, she jacked me off in a crowded room. Still, sex doesn’t feel like it would be her kind of business transaction.
She seems to know how to work it just fine without sex, as though the ‘dangling carrot’ that is Tula drives her sales numbers. Now, I could actually be way off with that, and she fucks everyone with anything more than a chapstick dick, but my gut tells me otherwise.
I wonder now, if I should try to get her DNA myself.
Collect it with my dick.
I need coffee.
chapter eight
Mark Hughes…
Life insurance is so fucking cool. My mom had a policy for me with tons of zeros, I probably won’t have to work another day in my life.
To celebrate that, I have decided to take my boys to see some sweet ass-and-titties. Word has been getting out about a club where the girls are full on jacking you off on the main stage. I can just imagine what is going down inside the private rooms.
The four of us will definitely be fucking some strippers tonight.
The fat ass bouncer points us to room 104 and we head in.
The black-haired chick inside is so fucking hot. All of us look at each other as if we’ve hit the jackpot of all lottery wins.
She has a ponytail on each side of her head, a shirt so short it’s showing a lot of under-boob—and some over-boob. A pair of red, barely-there shorts—that are actually crotchless—and thigh high sports socks.
Every college boy’s dream girl.
She pops a cherry red sucker out of her mouth. “You boys are cute.” Her red tongue licks her lips. “Take your clothes off.”
“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?” Chad asks.
I give him a jab in his ribs to remind him to watch himself. We don’t want to get kicked out before we unload on this tight piece of perfection.
I booked the best girl; I’ve heard Tula is, hands down, the one to see. And I’m not going to let Chad fuck this up.
“Tula, pardon my friend, please. You’d like us all to get naked?” I mean, seems a bit homo to even me, but you gotta do what you gotta do.
Tula walks past me and grabs Chad’s hand, pulling him to the couch and taking his pants off of him without any trouble.
I try not to look at his dick, but the way she’s stroking him is actually super hot.
Everyone else scrambles to get their clothes off, I’m last to do it.
“Sit down, boys.”
We do as we are told, and in a fucking instant, she has two dicks in her hands. Then the next two, jacking us all off alternatingly, while grinding and sliding against us. She’s definitely done this before.
It’s almost hotter to watch her with the others; somehow, she makes it a spectacle.
Tula sits between my spread legs and I slip my hands up her shorts to feel her juicy ass. She doesn’t stop me.
She takes a dick in each of her hands while my friends stand on either side of her. I watch her expertly jack them off in mere seconds, directing the loads into her mouth, taking every last drop and swallowing it with a look of satisfaction on her face.
Whoa.
Then she swivels around and ends up straddling my thighs, her pussy so close to my raging cock that I can feel the heat.
Stroking me slowly while grinding her ass for her audience, she directs me to come on her pussy, pointing to the cut out slit of her shorts.
“Come right here, baby.” After doing what I’m told, she rotates again, reverse cowgirl, pressing herself to my chest, Tula spreads her legs wide and rubs her pussy, pushing my come inside of her and finger-fucking herself. Dillan is standing above her while she jacks him off in the same rhythm that she uses inside her cum-filled pussy.
I reach up her shirt to squeeze a big tit in each hand, massing them together and tugging her nips, she seems to like it enough to moan for me.
They finish at the same time and she eats his come off her hand and then sucks the two fingers that were inside of her, smacking her lips together and licking them hungrily.
I’m hard again and she knows it. I need to be inside of her. Not really caring that it’s against that dude’s rules, and having ample signs that she is down to fuck, I go for it. Quickly lifting her up and pressing her back against the couch, I have my dick inside of her before she can even try to stop me, I know she wants it.
I see her face when she realizes it, eyes wide, she may not be happy about it, but she doesn’t say no, so I fuck her. Hard. Her pussy is so tight and warm, it welcomes my dick to the wettest thing I’ve ever been inside.
Before I can even attempt to last longer, I feel myself start to come inside of her. I can’t make myself pull out. Even if the room were set on fire, I’d never willingly leave this hole before I nutted inside. My dick erupts as if for the first time, I come and come, filling her full, feeding it to her until I’m drained.
Tula wriggles out from underneath me.
Everyone spent, and a little in shock, they dress quickly after she tells us that we should go now. They realize I need help, and redress me, too.
Leaving with one arm draped around Chad, like a drunk man, we exit as instructed.
“Dude you shouldn’t have done that. There was no sex allowed. I can’t believe you, bro.” Chad lectures me and I don’t care.
Totally. Fucking. Worth it.
chapter nine
“Let’s go, Chief, sounds like you would be interested in this one.” Keith has gotten more appropriate around the station so I don’t have to lecture him as much, but it still remains, that no one can seem to do anything without me.
We head out in our own respective cruisers and he fills me in when we arrive at the scene.
“Grandmother called it in. Says she couldn’t rouse her grandson for breakfast. Looks like he died sometime during the night. He was a healthy, young male that came up dead without explanation. You told me to bring you in on any such calls so here we are.”
Walking into the basement through a private entrance, we see a young, twenty-something, man dead in his bed, wearing what appears to be the clothing he had on last night.
Could be an OD.
“How far out is Dr. Kirby?” I ask anyone who knows the answer.
From Keith, “He’s got a three-minute ETA.”
“What do we know for sure?”
Keith again, “He got in late last night. He’d been out with his friends. Edith, the grandmother, heard him arrive at about midnight and then nothing for the rest of the night. Waited until 10 a.m. to try to get him up for breakfast. Messed her up pretty bad, dispatch said she could barely get the words out on her 911 call.”
“No vomit or foam around his mouth or nose, he doesn’t smell overly alcoholic, no track marks.” I look around, without disturbing anything. “Do we know where he was last night?”
“Edith says he and three of his friends went to a club. Her words exactly—a filthy, nude, dance club.”
I instantly think of Tula. Trying to shake that woman from my head has been… difficult, to say the least.
“We know which club?”
“She didn’t know, all her info
came from overhearing the men talking, but I was able to get the numbers for the friends he was out with.”
“Text the numbers to me,” I tell Keith.
He does it then, sending a vibration inside my pocket as I continue to look around.
“Dr. Kirby, good to see you,” I say when I see him peek inside the room.
The sea of uniforms part so he can get inside, instantly getting into investigation mode.
“Alright, lets clear this out, the rooms too small for us all,” he barks, waving his hand to shoo us off.
Once outside, I make the call to the first of the vic’s friends. After speaking with him, I have all the information I need.
“I am heading over to Vīrya, seems we may have to talk to Tula again.” I try to keep the electric sensation from reaching my voice.
“The stripper from the park-bench-guy?” Keith asks.
“The one and only. Tell Kirby to keep me apprised.”
“You got it,” Keith says, staying behind to keep everything as orderly as it could be.
***
I get past the security guard quickly enough after he tells me Tula happens to be here at this early hour, but that I may have to wait until she’s done.
I see her instantly; her presence drags my eyes toward her and drops my jaw. Time spent living in my memory had dulled her beauty, there is no justice done for her inside a mind, reality brightens her vibrantly.
I watch her unashamed while she dances across the stage.
Giant butterfly wings attached to her back in all the brightest colors, a small circle covering both of her nipples, and nothing on the bottom but glitter, she looks like a fucking fairy.
She gets through the dance twice before exiting the stage and bounding straight for me.
“Hello, Chief,” she says like we’re old friends happy to reconnect.
“Tula,” I say sternly. Hoping it comes across with authority, instead of the frustration I attribute to being so attracted to her.
“What brings you in?”
I wait until we get into her office before answering her.
“I have a case.”
“Could you help me with the wings?” She turns her back to me, leaving me out on a limb to figure out the correct way to remove them.
Hanging them up, she pulls the small, sticky circles off, puckering her nipples, and then finally gives me her attention.
Tula makes no attempt to cover up, she just stands with her hands splayed on her hips, picture perfect in her nakedness.
“It appears that this was the last place he was seen alive.”
“I doubt that.” There is a hint of flirting.
“Friends of his say he was here last night. Names Mark. Ring a bell?”
“I did have a party for a Mark Hughes last night, three others were with him. But they took him out of here very alive, a little drunk, but alive.”
“Yea, but don’t you think it’s strange. We have two men, no apparent COD, both last seen with you.”
“Oh, no, I don’t think that’s strange. Coincidental, possibly, but strange, not at all. People tend to come here for a wild night, wild can sometimes lead to death.”
Somehow, we’ve gotten very close. I only realize it was my doing when I look around to find my position has changed.
“I just came here to see if you’d be willing to give an account of last night.”
“I am not.”
“Do you have video of the private room?”
“No, those rooms, like this one, are private.” She closes the last of the gap, taking the final step toward me, she presses her body against mine. She didn’t use to be this brazen. “You could have called, you know, instead of coming here.”
I only now realize that.
“Do you have any evidence that actually led you here?” Her hands come up and run through my hair and down the back of my neck.
“Not yet.”
“But you thought you should rush right over, with not much more than a crumb of reason, to question me?”
I can only nod. Her hands are all over me now, avoiding only one area, the area screaming at her to touch.
It dawns on me that this was foolish and could have been handled better with a more level head. That my subconscious tricked me into thinking that seeing her was necessary for the case, when really, the case is the furthest thing from my mind now.
“It really is nice to see you, Chief. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
My mind rushes into the gutter, splashing about in the filth. I think of many things I’d like her to do for me—to me, but I shake my head instead.
Her hand covers my fly as if I summoned it there with a granted wish.
“Can I help you with this?” Without waiting for an answer, she pulls my hard cock from my open zipper hole and grips it firmly.
I can’t tell her to stop, my voice no longer works, and my body belongs to her.
She presses herself against me, bringing me so close to the edge of coming that I ache. Getting on her knees, sucking the length of my dick into her throat until her lips are kissing my pubes, she forces my come out in jolts and swallows every bit.
Only when her mouth is gone do I realize what’s just happened. I’d been so accustomed to her face in my fantasies it’s almost as if this could have been one. The only think telling me it wasn’t is the sensation unlike anything else, tingling inside my balls.
Feeling exposed, I tuck myself back into my pants.
“Did you like my butterfly dance?” she asks, running her pinky over her bottom lip to smooth her lipstick out, there’s a vivacity in her eyes I’d not seen before.
I don’t even know what she’s talking about at first. “Oh yes.” Cough. Cough. “It was great.”
She slips a t-shirt on. It’d been right next to her, and I feel as though she could have done that earlier.
She’s still so fucking sexy, it really doesn’t matter what she’s in, or not in. She’s just fucking sex.
“I’m glad you came,” she says with a toying smirk.
The double entendre is not lost on me.
“If I need anything else from you, I’ll let you know,” I say, meaning about the case, but I don’t think I say it that way.
“I look forward to it.” Her tongue wets her lips, reminding me what they feel like on my skin.
I leave, it takes an extremely focused effort to fight against the pull to stay. I know somewhere in the back of my mind that she’s getting harder to resist and that it’s dangerous.
I pull my phone out and connect to Kirby. “Hey Doc, could you do me a favor?”
“Absolutely, Chief. What is it?”
“Could I have you check for those necrotic cells on the vic and expedite DNA results, first thing?”
“You thinking he has a link to the unresolved from a few months ago?”
“I think I am thinking that.”
“You got it; I’ll make time to do that as soon as I can.”
“Great, thank you.”
I climb into the cruiser, taking an extra-long look in the direction of the club. Although hidden from my sight, I beg it to tell me what the fuck is going on with Tula.
***
“You got something for me?” I ask Kirby after answering his call. It feels like I’ve been waiting for this all day, but he’s actually made good time on my request.
“Well, I’ve only done a cursory exam, but I can already see the petechial pattern around the vic’s shaft. I’ve done a swab and taken the sample of skin to be compared to the last. I’ll let you know the outcome, could be hours though, the lab is backed up.”
“Got it, thanks.”
So, there is a direct link here between these two guys. Unclear whether Tula had sex with the second, but if I was a betting man, I’d say it’s exactly what happened. What is it about sex with her that would lead to the bruising though? I mean, could she have Kung Fu grip down there? And even that doesn’t answer the necrotic cells. I’d wa
ger they’ll be present here too.
***
By the end of day, I still haven’t gotten anything else from Dr. Kirby. I need answers. I need to understand this. I know Tula won’t disclose anything, but I feel like I won’t get anything from her unless I try. And there’s still a small part of me that can’t stop thinking about the fucking butterfly dance she was practicing and it’s driving me crazy.
Pulling up to Vīrya, sparing only a few minutes before she closes down the place with her show, I’m able to sneak in, and hopefully, keep my being here a secret for now.
Keeping to the shadows, my head down, I order a drink from the table’s tablet and it arrives shortly after by a beautiful set of identical twins. One in gold boots, the other in silver, and that’s all.
Fuck me.
“Thank you,” I say to them, and in unison, they welcome me to the event.
Sipping slowly, I watch the performer on the stage. She’s also in wings, jade colored to go with her auburn red hair, her set much smaller than Tula’s, although, still making quite a statement. She’s an expert on the poll and it keeps my mind from reeling for a moment.
My mind stops completely when Tula appears on the stage for the finale. I thought I’d seen her at her best during rehearsal. But I’m almost floored by her right now. She is fucking stunning.
She makes everything else fall away while she’s up there. The room stops and it’s just her and this twinkling music that pairs perfectly to her routine.
When it’s over, Tula leaves the stage, walking through the crowd. She takes me by the hand, leading the way to her office. I feel a bit of pride having made every person in that room jealous that she has chosen me, even if I’m still unclear what the motivating factor for that choice might have been.
Once inside, I hear her engage the door lock, surprising me, since privacy has never been her thing before. “I don’t suppose you’re going to let this go, are you?” Her voice is somber.
“I don’t even know what letting go would mean.”
“Could I confide in you?” She hasn’t turned from the door, her back is to me, giant wings still attached.
“I suppose I could be open to listening.”