Instead, he had tied her wrists and dangled her from the tree. Both her wrists snapped like twigs, but considering both she and he knew where this was leading a few broken bones were not going to stop them.
He always told them they would die, and yet none had said no to him.
He ran his brush through his long blonde hair as he continued to watch the police searching the park. A quick check of his shoulder brought a chuckle at seeing the red teeth marks.
Most screamed their pleasure of his erection entering their bodies. Skinny Beverly, however, had bitten his shoulder as she wrapped her legs around him, linking them at the ankles. Unlike previous times, his orgasm was quick. He blamed the blowjob for warming him up too much, not really a complaint. He still, however, devoured her energy as she got to an orgasm herself as well and then, as all did, willingly gave him what he needed in the snow.
They always gave it to him happily. The women all understood what he was doing and why he needed them. Plus, in return, they felt the greatest pleasure they would ever feel. It was funny that the police had only found six so far this time.
He sat bolt upright in his chair as his eyes caught the one he searched for. “There you are,” his deep voice whispered. “Officer Diana.”
A large man, a forensics tech he guessed, had his arm around the petite redhead and was leading her to a van.
He smiled and ran his brush through his hair more. He knew what she was. If only these humans had known she was not one of them. His hand fell to a newly formed erection as he watched her get in the van. His mind wandered to thoughts of how it would feel to fuck her…to mate with one of the only woman on the planet he knew that he would not kill.
IX
October 17, 1992…
He whistled as he watched the street.
Last week’s snow was nearly gone and left as dark muck and slush that licked at the black thigh boots of the hookers as they waved at the passing cars on 3rd Avenue Southwest. A few cars would slow and a few would circle the block for another look at tonight’s orange streetlight offerings. The cold gave the air a palpable crispness as white breath was everywhere and exhaust could not be hidden. The mountains, to the city’s west, were hidden beneath dark clouds and a fresh snowfall.
Across the street, a neon pink sign flashed invites for the adult entertainment to be found at The French Quarter Cabaret. A few men walked in and out and the loud hump of bass boomed from the walls. The cement steps in front were bathed in white light from one single light above it.
“I love the nightlife,” his deep voice whispered with perfect pitch from his corner perch. “I got to boogie on the disco ‘round, oh yeah.” The cool wind whipped his blonde hair around behind him with his deep blue eyes and the pure white-skinned face being barely visible above his black leather trench coat. The near pitch-black walkway behind him was the planned escape route.
A navy Ford Expedition stopped for one of the streetwalkers, a skinny blonde with curls. She bent from the waist to the window to exchange words with a big smile and popping bubble gum.
He could hear her talking from his perch. “Looking for a date, hun? You gotta place?”
He continued to watch with a grin and whispered his advice to the driver, “You’re not getting lucky tonight, my friend. She’s a cop.”
The first screams came from across the street interrupting the scene. Two strippers dragged coats on as they led a charge of patrons out the front door and down the steps of The French Quarter. The john in the car pulled away with squealing tires as the undercover cop immediately started for the strip club.
The man chuckled and saluted to the Expedition as it drove past. “Correction, maybe you’ll be luckier than you know. Guess they found number seven.” He smiled and turned to walk into the black.
X
“Which gear?” Diana giggled and grabbed Moe’s erection. “Is this second, or third.” She shifted hard.
Moe cried out with a laugh. “Be gentle, Diana.”
The cool voice of Robert Palmer crooned out from the computer speakers beside her bed, “Ohhh, mercy mercy me…” The room was lit with a single bedside lamp with the shade giving off a yellow tinge on the burgundy walls. The king-sized bed was down to a single black fitted sheet with all other linens kicked off on the ground at the foot.
“Why should I?” She released the cock and flipped onto her naked belly beside him. Her head lay on her folded arms.
“I don’t want to explain bruises again.”
She laughed and got to her knees and quickly on top to straddle him before slithering downwards. “I see. Phyllis doesn’t like it when I leave bruises on her man?”
“I bruise easily, I’m not as young as I used to be.”
She down and lightly stroked his erection. “Aw, poor darling.”
Moe propped his head up on the pillow and grind down at the tiny red-headed woman. “I wish Phyllis sucked cock.”
“Mmmmm…” Diana crawled back onto him and took the hint.
“You remember the last time we played.”
Diana stopped so she could answer, “Yeah, she tasted fantastic but was a little timid.” She licked the tip of the older man’s penis again. “Probably too self-conscious to really enjoy.”
Moe nodded and groaned as his erection vanished into her mouth again.
Diana stopped and pulled back. “Something’s…I don’t know.”
“More sucking, less talking,” Moe instructed and reached down to grasp her head.
She moved, however, and left him only air to grasp.
“Did I do something?”
Diana shook her head and stepped off the bed. “No, something is wrong.”
“Something?”
“I just don’t feel right.”
Moe propped himself up on his elbows. “Can I get you some tea?”
“Yeah, that would be good.” She reached down and picked her panties off the floor and slipped them on.
He got up and pulled on his white housecoat before walking out of the bedroom.
Diana sat on the foot of the bed and propped her elbows on knees and rested her chin on her hands. For a few moments, she sat in the dimly lit room in silence.
“How do you like your tea?” Moe’s voice filtered in from the kitchen.
“A little milk would be…”
The twinkling of Moe’s cell phone cut her off. Diana already knew, before hearing alarm in Moe’s muffled voice what was going to happen.
Moe stepped in the room with two steaming teacups. Leaving both on the side table, he went for his clothes.
“Another body?” she asked in a whisper.
“Yeah, downtown this time.”
“Killed a nun this time?” She stood to pull on her own clothes.
“Not exactly. Apparently he got a stripper.”
Diana nodded. “You owe me an orgasm,” she said playfully while the blood slowly drained from her face giving her a shock of cold.
Moe leaned over and kissed her. “I wish you meant that.”
XI
November 14, 1992…
“Diana, NO!” Mike tried to grab her shoulder as she ran past the tech across the icy sidewalks of 17th Avenue Southwest.
Tears streamed from her eyes. She yelled back over her shoulder, “Mike, I’ll kill you if this is a joke.” Her wet sneakers squeaked as she entered the building through the glass door and started up the stairs to the right two at a time. A few officers, some she recognized, waited around for instructions and watched the tiny redhead charging. At the top, on the balcony overlooking the lobby, she turned left and found the entryway to the downtown location of “Exquisite Fitness”.
The lights were mostly off except for where a group of RCMP detectives and metro police were mulling around a scene. The exterior walls were all glass and gave a nighttime view of the downtown snow storm that had just begun and was going to make for a blinding commute to work for most in another hour.
Moe’s head turned and saw her
coming from across the room and through the maze of workout equipment. “Peter,” he spoke to the uniformed metro policeman beside him and pointed towards Diana. “We can’t let her in here.”
Diana’s red hair was down and swaying as she made her way through the weights and ellipticals and past the tears on her cheeks. “Is it?” Her eyes caught sight of a small black suitcase lying on its side near the far window.
XII
November 10, 1992, Just after 9 PM
“I’m home!”
Diana was mid sip of her rum and Coke as the smile appeared and she felt the liquid almost slip down the wrong pipe. A quick light cough and, grinning ear to ear, the tiny redhead was on her feet leaving her weapon and badge on the kitchen table. Her black bra was over the top of black harem-style pajama bottoms. She stepped from the kitchen and smiled even wider. ”About fucking time.”
Wanda wrapped her slim arms around Diana’s neck and pushed her back against the wall as her walking cane fell to the floor.
The two women embraced and kissed deeply.
Diana, nearly sobbed, “I’ve missed you.”
“I know.” Wanda smiled and giggled. “Joseph told me.”
“Not Moe?”
Wanda mocked surprise. “Him too, you horny bitch. I was only gone a week.”
They kissed deeply again.
One eyebrow cocked in a Spockian stare, Wanda asked, “Still horny?”
A quick bite of Wanda’s neck before Diana answered, “That’s a joke, right?” She opened the buttons on Wanda’s black trench coat and found nothing but flesh. “I see you came prepared. Besides, pussy tastes so much better than cock.”
“Ha! Slut!”
“Bitch!”
Both were naked by the time they hit the floor. Diana continued her exploration of her lover’s neck before heading lower to bite the curvy blonde’s ample nipples and then slowly making her way lower to explore the difference in taste from cock to pussy.
Wanda moaned her agreement as she felt the tongue entering her with fingers and even nose. Spreading her legs wider and grabbing at her own breasts before screaming through what would be her first orgasm of the night.
The pair then flipped over.
Unlike Diana’s red curls, Wanda’s blonde hair was short and pixie allowing for blue on blue eye contact between the women as the plump blonde social worker ate the slim redheaded cop.
The couple then, picking up the cane, made their way to the bedroom where the scene was played out and each screamed to orgasms brought on by hands, lips, giggles, and laughs.
As they cuddled, Diana lay on her side with her hand lightly stroking the pubic hair between Wanda’s legs. “I love you,” she whispered.
Wanda responded with a tongue-exchanging kiss before her head flopped back on the bed.
“So…how was Edmonton?”
Another laugh. “It was fucking Edmonton. Three weeks there and I am surprised the blood in my head didn’t freeze. I’ll need years of therapy to deal with that trip.”
Diana bit at the large left nipple her head nuzzled against.
“Mom needed me, though. Tried to set me up with the nice single Catholic man across the street.”
“I thought your mom liked me,” Diana stopped waiting for this answer.
“She does. I have a bad feeling dad’s death has done something though. She’s forgotten a lot.”
Diana felt the tension release from stress and worry to sadness for her lover and lover’s mother. “I’m sorry.”
“Sixty year marriage, and he dies unexpected. I guess I should have known it could damage her. She was showing signs of dementia before.”
“You’ll have to go back?”
A sigh and Wanda’s head nodded. “I’m only home for the weekend. I had to see you, my love. I have to fly back Monday morning.”
Diana turned from the breast and kissed her again. “I’m glad you came. I understand, though.” Her hand traced across Wanda’s ample belly. “Could you do me a favor, though?” she asked in a near whisper.
“Anything.”
“Buy a fucking cell phone.”
Wanda’s laugh was a scream as she playfully smacked the younger woman. “You know I can’t deal with those.”
“I know, but I want to talk to you more.”
Blue eyes met again before Wanda responded. “Speaking of talking. Why was your gun on the table?”
“It’s the Gigolo Case.”
“Gigolo?”
“The fucking Herald referred to him as The Gigolo when they reported on the eighth murder.”
Wanda nodded but remained silent.
“This fucker is, I don’t know, it is like he is on the tip of my tongue. I know about the murders before the calls come through. I am starting to think I am taking it too personally and it is affecting me.”
“I smelled the rum on your breath earlier.”
A sigh came from Diana as a tear slipped down her cheek. “I only had one.”
“I know.” Wanda pulled her tight and kissed her deeply again. “No more, though.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“So what is next for your case?”
“Moe told me to take the weekend off and not to think about it until Monday morning.”
“Smart man. Let’s take his advice and not talk shop anymore.” Wanda leaned over and turned off the light. “On Sunday, you’re buying me a cell phone and teaching me how to use the fucker so I can be there for you.”
Diana smiled and hugged her tightly.
XIII
November 13, 1992, about 6 AM
“One more kiss.” Diana got up on her tiptoes and kissed Wanda. “Give mom my love, and I’ll see you Saturday.”
“I will. I’m glad you’ll be with me.” Wanda hugged her tightly. “Anyway, I have to go. My airport shuttle will be over at the Best Western in twenty minutes.”
Rolling eyes, Diana said, “And I really should go to work.” She stepped back and obliviously caressed her hip holster. She pulled the door open. “Safe trip, my love.”
Wanda stepped past using her walking cane and dragging the small rolling case along behind her. “Love you and see you soon.” She stepped into the hall and pushed the elevator button.
The two silently gazed at each other in silence for thirty seconds until the bong of the elevator announcing its arrival.
She offered one last grin. “Slut,” Wanda whispered before disappeared inside.
“Bitch,” Diana whispered back and closed the door. She walked to the kitchen with a big smile to find her gun and badge on the table where she had left them. Filling the holster and putting away the badge, she walked out to the living room and watched out the window on the front walk seven floors below as she saw Wanda making her way down the snow cleared path and out to the sidewalk before turning left.
Her eyes were drawn across the street to the church with the wrought iron fence. A tall man with long blonde hair held in a ponytail leaned against one of the gray brick pillars holding the fencing. He wore all black and his skin was pale enough to blend in with snow. Diana returned her eyes to Wanda, just in time to see the plump woman vanish past the trees as she trundled off to her bus.
A green Chevy Impala passed quietly along the road in the other direction with massive exhaust to prove how cold it was out there.
Diana’s gaze returned to the man across the street that, just for a moment, she felt was looking directly at her and smiling.
With a mock salute, he turned and walked the same direction as Wanda had.
Diana felt all the blood drain from her face. “No,” she whispered. “Diana, babe, you’re seeing things.” Shaking her head, she went to get coffee and to book her flight to Edmonton for Friday evening. It would be a nice surprise to see the blonde pixie haircut and beautiful blue eyes a day before expected.
XIV
November 15, 1992, about 5 AM
“Is it her?”
“Diana, you shouldn’t be here.”
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br /> “Moe, shut the fuck up and let me through.”
Peter, the metro police officer who was obviously spawned by giants, stood in Diana’s way.
Diana glared at the seven-foot man. “Get the fuck out of my way or say goodbye to your balls.”
“DIANA!” Moe stepped over a work out machine and grasped her by the shoulders. “Get out and I will get you details later.”
“Moe, I have a right…”
Moe closed his eyes and turned to Peter. “Can you handle her?”
Giant that he was, Peter’s stance near melted. He had long had a crush on the tiny redhead whom he was blocking, but had never said such. “Yes, sir.”
Moe waved his hand at him to step aside and let them pass.
Peter stepped back and then followed directly behind Diana, already anticipating her reaction.
Diana stepped around the last machine and saw the pixie blonde hair and smiling blue eyes first. A choking sob escaped from her lips as she took in the image of her naked lover strewn between the barbells. “No, it can’t…” She turned and sobbed into Peter’s belly and began hammering at his chest with both forearms.
Peter barely felt the assault but allowed himself to hug the tiny woman. He wanted to weep with her, pick her up and carry her somewhere safe.
XV
December 20, 1994 – Grand Rapids Michigan
Evan’s green eyes met Diana’s bright blues. “So we must stop the emissary before it finds him. Once he is aware of eviction…” Once again, Evan stood.
Harold nodded. “Humanity will be as good as gone.”
“We cannot let this happen again,” Diana agreed and stood.
“Diana?” Evan stood and grasped her shoulder. He stared into her blue eyes for a moment and pulled her in for a warm hug. “This mission has been difficult.”
“On all of us,” she whispered into his chest.
Evan shook Harold’s hand. “One day, you must share your tales, my friend.”
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