Sex Detectives

"Let's give Rhonda some peace, "Kay said smoothly after another hit of club.

"Sumatra is such a volatile place," Shelley commented with a smile after a moment of thought.

Kay relaxed as a brawl behind Shelley began and held back a laugh as he deadpanned," If the shoe fits, then the assassin should wear it."

Sisters

Rhonda threw up three rubies in their vomit pot before she undressed.

Rochelle removed the dirty, gray trench coat as Rhonda heaved violently. The smell of incense was heavy in the air and the sound of calming ocean waves filled their ears. Rita unlatched the straps of the deadly shoes.

They were in their large studio apartment above the bar. None of them spoke to each other as the opera of madness took over. They would all have peace in turmoil. They had killed their mother's murderer, again.

Rochelle and Rita slowly undressed Rhonda and began the bathing ritual to cleanse the despair. The trench coat would be burned. The shoes would be dismantled and the heels soaked in vinegar and herbs. The slicing had been clean as volcanic amorphous glass would do. She had escaped seamlessly through darkness and sliding door. Atop the train, she had gone to tunnel and echo, then out again to wind and light rain, then a smooth slide off before it entered the depot without any the wiser. They had taken back their mother's rubies, but they also knew they had put into motion something grander, something so much bigger than a vendetta.

The trip to Rose's had been as smooth as a messy situation could be resolved. Rhonda tried not to think about him-he had been the saddest part of the whole day, possibly her whole life. She smiled inwardly. She had been selfish and wanted to kiss Sad Sack, but didn't risk the DNA. She left him with dreamy thought and she imagined one day he would meet her and really notice her. Really want her as much as she had always wanted him, and in her best wig with her most expensive perfume!

Rochelle and Rita held Rhonda at her sides as they placed her into the large claw-foot in the center of the studio. The bath had been filled with hot water, salt, vinegar, and cleansing herbs. Her blue-black wig was removed so they all looked the same: young, naked, bald-one fragile as the others strong.

"Dearest Sister," the two chanted as Rhonda stepped into the steaming tub. She slid into the soothing depths. "Dearest Sister, let us cleanse you and bring release." Their bare hands rubbed her tired and bruised body.

The two each took a soft wool mitten and began to cleanse her body with soap they made by Mother's instruction. They crouched to bring her head out of the water and kissed her moist fragrant cheeks. "Dearest Sister."

They each began to stroke her sides with soap laden mittens, so tender and sweet. She responded with her body raised in the steamed water by gentle strokes and soft moans.

"Dearest Sister, let us cleanse you."

Rhonda only moaned with lustful pupils. Her back, her stomach, her legs, her feet-all generously cleansed, then came softer parts. They removed the mittens and brought out large sponges. Their sister would be rid of the sin she had taken for their peace.

Soap and cleanse they did with her softest glistened folds as she gasped by their care and felt the rising of something even more cleansing as Sad Sack continued to float in front of her eyes. "Dearest, Sweetest Sister, let us show you our gratitude."

The fingers intruded in a glide, one in her pussy, the other her ass, as she leaned forward in the tub, taking the soothing water to her face. They traced lines on her glossy back with free hands. "Feel our appreciation."

The rhythms countered each other which gave Rhonda a rise fall in rise fall of pleasure. "Cleanse by our touch."

She felt the pressure within her, so built and so ready. She gripped the edge of the claw foot and moaned as deeply as they slowly brought her to release. The fullest feeling achieved as her body expanded to take them in and let the sin out.

"Release by our steady." She wanted to push back, but they held her in place. She wanted to ride their hands, but she was bound by their grips at her neck. She wanted to express her joy, but it would break the ritual with her selfishness.

She cried out by the expert frustration built in the bottom half of her body. She begged to be allowed selfishness, but they wouldn't allow it. They would make her do what had to be done. "Dearest Sister, come for us."

It was a chant with pace, a deepening statement for her release of what she had just committed. The pressure increased as fingers accumulated and sought the core of her. Soon fingers became sodden fists as they each increased the rhythm and pressure-the sweet pain as her muscles gave way to completeness. She cried out, but was muffled by a soapy wave.

"Sweetest Sister, let go for us. Let us own you, let us continue to have you." She rode their hands until they decided to pull out and drain the mess of the tub. Rhonda continued to grip the edge of the tub in shuddered pleasure.

They helped their unsteady sister dry off and led her to the circular bed near the large window to the north. The sheets were green silk with matching pillows. She was placed in the middle. Rochelle went high as Rita went low.

Sloppy kisses and skilled clitoral swipes spread Rhonda out on the round as the strokes chanted," Dearest Sister, we will fuck you back to safety."

Her nipples ached by touch and tongue. Her cunt seeped to every suck, lick, and finger spread. She was brought back to her purity. Brought back to her family and away from the ugliness that their father brought them to for vengeance, she gave a final hard cum and the sisters completed the grips, sucks, and kisses to nap in wetness and love for a better tomorrow.

Back in the Motel

"Neil, my brother, took me out of the scene. He never wants scandal. He wants to be as far up Mulholland's ass as he could be. I work for Mulligan-where everything is quiet." The springs sprung as if it would lead to a more serious discussion in stale-sex darkness and pensive masturbation."Long ago, when I had just been divorced, he made a presentation about Rose-he's obsessed with slide presentations. I didn't want to hear it. Rose meant something to me then."

The vanilla soft voice interjected," She means nothing to you now?"

There was a stealth pause. Seconds counted."Not anymore. No matter how I served her or loved her or what I let her do to me. . .She deserved what she got. I killed her. I did this. Whether The Trenchcoat was ever real or just my sick way of dealing with Rose-I'm not afraid to admit that without her alive, I feel free."

Plum continued her notes as she adjusted in the worn seat. "I believe we can help you with a new start, Bob Shamrock."

"My brother?" He gasped at the possibility of getting away with everything. Had Neil given him an Ace like all the other times Neil had saved him from himself? How could he exist without Neil?

She sighed with great movie presentation. "Bob Shamrock is a clean slate. There is no brother, ex-wife, or anything of the bland life you led. Today, Bob Shamrock is. You are no longer Neil Alan's younger brother. You begin life solely your own."

She heard him exhale a breath of freedom. "Please don't let Bob be a virgin."

She smiled in a light laugh. "Heavens no, Bob Shamrock. What you are is the antithesis of virgin. I must warn you though; Rose sold you out in the best way for the life you will lead now. You will be desired. You will be wanted. You will be devoured. You have no choice and yet have all choices. How do you spell pleasure?"

"With you," he responded immediately. He fought the wooziness the concussion from his collapse gave him. He wanted to show her his new confidence. He had to have her, taste her, and penetrate her.

She smiled in the darkness. "I am not an option, but I appreciate I would be a definition."

The broken bed shifted in unease. He would not lose her. His stained gray suit pants caught a spring and ripped loudly as he lunged toward her. "I can never imagine a woman beyond you."

She softly laughed at his tethered state and sales pitch. "All you can imagine is the grace you and I share."

She pulled away from the desk and packed her belongings in a bag. "We shall never meet again, Bob Shamrock. I hope you better future than your past. You are going to a new place and you make your life-your wants, your desires. I implore you-stay within lines and stay away from trains."

"Please, let me kiss you," Bob ripped his pants away and sprang to her form from darkness. She took him to STUN.

As he shook to the floor, she softly explained, "You are not my darkness."

She left the dark room without sound and with all technology. He spasmed while he shit and pissed himself, still hard at the thought he would make their paths cross.

She was his and that was all.

Trauma

Voicemail. Voicemail. Voicemail.

Rose, raven haired and red laced, tossed her phone into the water of the vibrant rose garden. Samuel didn't answer and she knew he was dead. She could never trust a man with safety of her future. She had made plans. Neil would ensure her future in case of disaster. He would never stand for his brother in scandal.

Then she saw her ex-husband as if her last thought conjured him. Disheveled gray suit, broken posture, fatigued face, and he acted panicked in a shocked kind of way. She spat as he stumbled into the back door of the expansive atrium. He couldn't keep balance on the dull brown stone.

"Rose?" he looked around rapidly and called out in a mess of fear, vodka, and a confused body about a hangover. He tried to focus on his Mistress as she angrily made her way to stop him. "Something awful-"

She slapped him when she closed in distance with her red lace see-through robe and red furry heels. "Why bring Sad Sack to My Eden?"

He gave her a wounded look as he tried to straighten his stance with great struggle. "Something bigger is happening. I don't-"

She took her cattle prod from behind the glass atrium door and stood behind his pitiful mass. "You don't know how much I have wanted to seal you. Today, I brand you closed so even the doctors can't save you. I want you to die. You have plagued me for the last decade and I'm finished with you. Your brother is so much better inside me and serving me."

He was out in shock-fell hard to the slate floor-her victory stolen.

"UUUGGHHH!!" she bellowed in wavy lace and nakedness as her long, black locks swing in anger. Where the fuck was Neil?

She left the exquisite atrium with loud clacks of her heels into the vibrantly hued media room. She called the cell in the bookcase behind Classics.

"Baby?" Neil answered in horny anger as he sat in his office and prepared for a meeting he had only learned a moment before from Mr. Mulholland's secretary he would have to attend. He had a presentation to give-no time for his brother's ex-wife's and his lover's rants.

"You're shit-ass brother tried to rape me!" she screamed into the phone. She didn't hear it. She was taken, suddenly, from behind. Not rape, bondage. A mask fell before her face. She felt the prick in her neck and then an unbelievable float in pale nothing.

"No, I just pulled him from the train-he's confused. I'm on my way after a meeting. Lock yourself in the Panic Room, I will be there shortly," Neil replied smoothly as the call ended. He would not have a scandal no matter what he felt. Neil left his office quickly in a curse to Shelley. How had his little brother escaped Shelley's attention? He had left him at the bar after he got him away from the train. Shelley babysat his little brother on a regular basis over the last decade all on Neil's dime-it was no time for failure or scandal!

Time slinked by and Rose's head felt cottoned and huge. She heard familiar sounds. She knew she was in the media room; everything was dim, except for the blurry scene that held the sounds-the videos. The secret videos she had made and used against her ex-husband over the past ten years.

She tried to call out, but couldn't-her mouth was taped. She focused her eyes as best she could-Tape 12-she had the largest red dildo she owned at the time as far up her then-husband's youthful ass as the milking machine was attached to his dick and worked away as he tried to scream with pain and pleasure, but another large red dildo jutted in and out of his mouth with the help of a machine. In a few minutes, she would have him eat cum from her snatch-the cum his older brother had put in her an hour prior to the taping. Where was Neil?

Suddenly, a soft whisper and tickle of long hair against her ear broke her thought. "You are a very interesting ex-wife."

Rose finally focused. She was bound in her black leather straight jacket and secured to her exercise inverter locked crossways. She realized she had been out for a while for whomever the female was that spoke to move the equipment from the workout room at the other end of the large house to the media room.

"Why you have my mother's jewels in the first place made no sense, but what you did to this poor guy? For years, he's gotten drunk and tried to explain what happened to him and how he could never get over you. He never had any idea about you and his brother. He never really got the idea that you hate him so. Normally, I wouldn't interfere with relationship foolishness, but you involved me with my mother's jewels. Now it's time for peace."

The slice was quick and away enough from Rhonda that not much splatter was on the trench coat.

Rose's body frenzied as Rhonda walked away. Rhonda held the silver letter opener steady as she walked back to the sleeping man on the atrium floor. She placed the opener from her gloved hand to his empty one.

Soon he would be awake. His head bobbed back and forth to fight the sedative one of her sisters had placed in his drink earlier. She decided to give him some advice to sink into his subconscious mind. "You are over dark haired women. You want dishwater blondes now. You want vanilla scented women. You want to fuck them, own them, and will have the greatest confidence to make it happen."

She slipped Kay's business card into his jacket pocket and then left the scene without hesitation. As she walked into the darkness of a stormy afternoon, she lightly heard the sound of a man's scream in the distance as Neil Alan had finally arrived.

Case's End

The smell of aged paper was hidden by the dozens of large, bloomed roses and the hot wax of the hundreds of candles that burned for illumination. She sauntered into the ancient room and seductively raised her eyes to him as he sat behind the desk and handled the accounting. He had noticed her, but pretended not to as his body language gave him away. He had his black jacket off, black dress shirt opened to a scarred and sinewy chest. She placed her beige bag on the floor next to the large desk and leaned over to look at his numbers. "Did Mulligan pay or Mulholland?"

He leaned back quickly with a laugh. "As if it makes a difference? We are lucky they didn't get cut us for the mess you left him in."

She took a step around the desk as he rolled his chair back. "Would you have preferred I fucked him to calm him down? Would you ever want me to peg you like Rose did him?"

His face grew serious-slightly worried and pissed at the thought of her fucking Sad Sack. "Not for me right now to both questions. Would it be something that you like?"

She shrugged as she leaned forward so her inhale was his exhale. Her blues gave his hazels a sex eyes glance. "I believe the Case of the New Lunar Transporter is closed." She touched his naked chest lightly by her fingertips.

He meshed his lips to hers in agreement as he stood up and pushed her onto the desk. He ripped her cream button down open to the white lace underneath and nursed her large breasts with bites. Her hips rose against him as he pushed her beige skirt up and ripped the white lace from between her legs. He leaned back to rub his erection into her wet mound. "Helping Mulholland get a new drug dealer makes you horny?"

She laughed as she folded her arms behind her head. "You know how a library, roses, and candles turn me on. It's been a long time since we played here. We did just solve the case."

He pulled his dick from his black suit pants and entered her in a quick move that made her jump and askew the papers beneath her. He pumped hard as the juicy sounds of her tiny orgasms began. He would prime to her to a large climax. "You know, this really wasn't much of a case. We set him up, took him out, and then set him free. It's a technicality-more like sport fishing."

Her vaginal walls gripped him and she sat up halfway as she paused her climatic ascent. Her face was lightly serious. "Should we stop?"

He bit her lower lip fiercely and forced his way in deeper as he savored her clench and pushed her back down with his muscled body. He released her lip after a hard suck. "You don't want me to stop and neither do I."

She relaxed slowly into his forceful thrusts. She knew she would cum all over his papers and hoped the M-Check was in the bank. She also knew he was bringing her to a large orgasm that would make everything around them not matter. His fingers rubbed her clitoris and labia as he leaned against her short legs she held in the air so he could go deeper. Her body began a series of shudders as he took her higher and higher until she felt like she should burst apart a million ways. She cried out at the enormity that his skill brought her to and he railed into her muscular massage. As she came down, he spilled into her with a force and furious grunt that set her off again and they rubbed into each other as if they would meld together and never let go.

He gripped the edge of the desk above her head and pinned her body with his with his dick locked inside of her. "Sleep with me tonight."

She caught her breath and tried to kiss him, but he turned away.

"Answer me," he growled and thrusted into the slickness. Anger always cut his refractory period short and she knew it.

She looked at him with a lost, orgasmic-glazed pensiveness. "I don't know. You've never put me to bed. What if I hate it?"

He lightly tapped her right cheek with his wet fingers. "Then we won't do that ever again."

He got off of her and pulled his pants up. He reached out his right hand and she took with both hands to sit up, still shaky from the round. "Come on, Peach, we will still have the same darkness when we sleep."