A Dish Best Served Cold Ch. 02

Bradley had other ideas.

He came through the door and dropped his suitcase in the hallway and strode over to where Penelope was mixing him a drink at the breakfast bar. Bradley was tall dark and handsome and wearing his regulation dark suit, white shirt and tie. He took off his jacket and tie and threw them over a chair as he walked purposely to the kitchen.

"Hi honey it's so great to have you..." Penelope's greeting was cut off when Bradley closed his lips over hers and drove his tongue into her mouth.

He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her so tight that Penelope thought she might pass out. She could feel his erection pressing against her and his hands began to roam around her body.

"Hey watch the dress!" Penelope squealed when he put his hands inside the bodice and freed her breasts from her bra cups.

He lowered his face to her bosom and sucked and nibbled her nipples while his hands squeezed her buttocks. He hiked up her dress and pawed at her panties.

"The dress Bradley!" she gasped.

"Fuck the dress," he growled and ripped away her tuck and squeezed her penis through her gauzy satin panties.

Penelope was instantly erect.

Bradley took her hand and forced it down his pants and Penelope gasped when she felt the girth of his throbbing cock. Bradley was well endowed but his cock felt like a pulsing python ready to strike. The heat and texture of his swollen phallus excited her, her own cock became harder and began to leak pre-cum.

Bradley moved his face back to Penelope's and kissed her passionately, he put his hands under her buttocks and lifted her onto the breakfast bar and forced her legs open.

"Bradley! What about dinner?" Penelope squealed.

"Fuck dinner," Bradley fumbled impatiently with his belt and fly and pushed his pants down to free his rampant member.

"Bradley! At least take me into... Oh my god!" Penelope screamed as Bradley scrunched the gusset of her panties out of the way and slammed his cock into her tight anus.

It was as well that Penelope was prepared and had pre-lubricated in anticipation of a night of passion because Bradley was insatiable. He drove his tongue into her mouth and his cock into her ass. This wasn't lovemaking this was fucking. This was raw passionate sex.

Penelope consciously relaxed her anus so that Bradley could get all of his delicious cock all the way inside her. The girth of it stretched her sphincter causing ripples of pleasure to radiate from the tight ring and his bulbous glans pressed on her prostate eliciting a deep throbbing surge of sexual delight that began to spread through Penelope's body. When Bradley squeezed her penis she bit his lip in a throe of unbridled lust.

Bradley could feel Penelope's ass squeezing and releasing his shaft as he fucked her. She did this when she close to climax so her fucked her harder and squeezed her cock. Penelope had her arms around his shoulders and her stocking-sheathed legs wrapped around his torso. She knew that Bradley loved the feel of nyloned flesh rubbing on his sensitive skin and she rose her ass up off the counter to meet his thrusts feeling his cock begin to quiver inside her.

"I love you!" Bradley gasped and then slammed his lips against Penelope's mouth.

He felt the scalding splash of Penelope's seed on his belly as she ejaculated and he milked her throbbing penis as he released a torrent of steaming semen deep in her bowels. Her anus began to spasm, expressing every drop of his spend. He drove his cock into Penelope all the way and just hung onto her as she wriggled and writhed, impaled on his cock, squealing and moaning like a slattern.

When they had both reached the pinnacle of their orgasms and began to come down from the sexual extremis, Bradley lifted Penelope off the bench, his cock still hard and buried in her anus. She clung to him as he carried her to the bedroom and lowered her onto the bed where he began to make love to her all over again.

He took his time, allowing Penelope to get out of her dress but insisting she keep on her stockings and heels. He managed to strip naked before he began to ravage the woman he loved.

They never made dinner and Penelope's cocktail dress was ruined but neither of them complained.

*****

"How was dinner?" Silvia Bickle gave Penelope a calculated look, peering over the top of her computer screen.

"My ass hurts like a motherfucker," Penelope hissed as she sat down gingerly across from Silvia.

"TMI bitch! TMI!" Silvia squealed.

Alice Leasingham gave both women a bemused look.

"There's no secrets here honey, we like to share," Silvia winked at Alice who blushed and buried her head in the paperwork in front of her.

Alice looked up again when the room was quiet and she fired up the video screen and cued up her laptop. She had Penelope and Silvia's complete attention.

"The redhead's name is Gloria Passfield and she met Spencer Duvall on a dating site called Secret Singles. It's similar to the Ashley Madison online dating service marketed to people who are married or in relationships. Spencer paid his site fees using a third-party payment app linked to his private bank account which is why there are no records on his credit cards," Alice began.

"I have transcripts of their DMs from the site and they are pretty innocuous although the implication that they will have sex if they are compatible is understood. That's what the site is all about of course."

A series of direct messages in text boxes from the Secret Singles site appeared on the screen.

"As you can see Gloria Passfield was new to the site, keen to have her first hook-up but was wary of being seen in public with another man. I've checked her background and she holds a doctorate of nursing practice and is head of nursing staff at Balwyn Private Hospital and her husband is a surgeon at the same hospital. They have two children in middle school," a series of pictures and documents appeared on the screen.

"I can see her need for confidentiality," Silvia commented.

"The DMs go back and forth, Spencer proposes an out of town meet and Gloria declines because she can't travel. He proposes a hotel meet and she declines stating that hotel records are not secure and that lobbies have cameras. She is obviously keen to meet as you can see by the escalating sexual fantasy talk they are sharing. When Spencer proposes a clandestine meet at his townhouse she agrees," Alice pointed to the final text box.

Alice cut to a still of the scantily dressed red-headed mature woman being fucked by a black man while simultaneously fellating Spencer Duvall whilst another man is on the bed watching.

"The metadata embedded in the video concludes that this image was taken at Spencer Duvall's townhouse two months ago. The other man on the bed is Benjamin Roach. You never get to see the black man's face but my bet is that it's Jamaal Washington. Someone was filming it so there were at least four people there with Gloria Passfield," Alice pointed to the figures on the screen.

"Immediately after this video was filmed Gloria Passfield deleted her Secret Singles account and there is no record of Gloria and Spencer communicating again online or by other means," Alice removed the image from the screen and replaced it with pictures of the five college buddies.

"Jesus girl, you have been busy!" Silvia stood up and applauded Alice who blushed.

"I worked all night on this. The video clip is disgusting but I watched it repeatedly. Gloria Passfield is obviously a willing participant in the sex, she isn't struggling or complaining but she appears to be lethargic through most of it. She's seems more like a sex doll than a woman who is enjoying coitus," Alice seemed saddened.

"Ok, good work Alice. We need to handle this carefully, this woman's reputation, career and marriage is on the line. Silvia and I will interview her somewhere discreetly. We need to find out more about how these creeps operate because I'm sure his predatory behaviour is linked to Spencer Duvall's murder," Penelope had also stood up.

"You think Gloria Passfield is a suspect?" Alice asked.

"I think every woman who ever came into contact with Spencer Duvall is a suspect," Penelope said grimly.

*****

Through detective work Penelope and Silvia discovered that Gloria Passfield's husband was attending a seminar in Fort Worth and that she eschewed the hospital cafeteria and usually ate her lunch at a nearby diner. When Gloria settled into the booth and gave her lunch order to the waitress Penelope slid in one side of the booth and Silvia in the other, sandwiching Gloria between them.

They both put their badges out on the table.

"Don't panic you're not in trouble but it's in your best interest to just behave naturally. Just pretend that you're having lunch with two old girlfriends," Penelope said to a shocked Gloria Passfield.

"What's this about? Is Martin ok? Oh my god... the children!" Gloria began to panic.

"They are all fine. This has nothing to with them," Silvia said in a soothing tone.

Gloria immediately became suspicious and she folded her arms and stared at the table.

"If this is something to with hospital, some malpractice claim or personal complaint, I know my rights. I want a lawyer," Gloria huffed.

The waitress returned with Gloria's burger, fries and a Diet Coke. Penelope and Silvia asked for coffee.

Gloria was a big woman but not fat. She looked like she worked out but judging by her lunch she wasn't a health fanatic. They knew that she was forty-one but like a lot of big girls she had perfect skin, it was creamy white and with her flaming red hair, full lips, blue eyes and button nose she was uniquely beautiful. She was wearing a white skirt and jacket, white pantyhose and matching heels. Her countenance just screamed nurse.

"You don't want a lawyer and you don't want to come down to Police Plaza. You want to sit here and talk to us quietly and confidentially," Silvia said in a soothing tone.

"I don't know what this is about but I'm not talking to you without a lawyer," Gloria reached for her sandwich.

Silvia looked around the diner to check that no one could see them and then she took her phone out of her handbag and cued up the video of Gloria being fucked in Spencer Duvall's apartment. The sound was muted.

Gloria dropped her burger and although her complexion was naturally pale she turned as white as a sheet.

Silvia stopped the video and put her phone away. There was a pause while the waitress delivered the coffee.

"How did you get that? I read in the paper that he was killed but there were no details," Gloria's voice was so quiet they could barely hear her.

But two things were immediately obvious: she was talking about Spencer Duvall and she wasn't stupid.

"I was so stupid. What I let that man... those men... do to me," she whispered and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You're not stupid and you were not the only one. I don't want to misconstrue anything you have to say to us so I won't say any more for now. Just tell us in your own words how you came to know Spencer Duvall and what happened when you met him," Penelope reached for Gloria's hand and squeezed it gently.

Gloria pushed her plate away, no longer the slightest bit hungry; she took a deep breath and began.

"Martin and I married young and put all our energy into our academia. When he finally had residency and I was made head nurse at Balwyn Private Hospital we decided to have our children," Gloria played with her paper napkin.

"Our whole life is planned... right down to the T. We planned our career goals, we planned our children, we plan our vacations, we plan when we will visit our parents and we even plan our sex life. Saturday night, missionary, with the lights off and keep it quiet so we don't wake the kids," she began to tear the napkin into strips.

"Not that I make any noise, I haven't had an orgasm with Martin since I was twenty. I have to use my 'mother's little helper' that I keep in my underwear drawer when Martin takes the kids down to the park."

"I wanted excitement. I wanted spice. I wanted to be fucked into an orgasm," Gloria blushed.

"I found Secret Singles and then I found Spencer. We exchanged DMs and of course I saw his pictures. He was handsome and all the things he spoke about were what I wanted. Martin has never ever considered cunnilingus," Gloria's blush deepened.

"When he offered up his townhouse it was perfect. It was private, it was discreet and it was intriguing. Martin was away with work, as he often is, so I got a sitter and went to Spencer's house. He was very nice and polite but he was also very sensual and seductive. I was wet before I even left home but when Spencer took me in his arms and kissed me and touched me I creamed my panties," Gloria had her head down and was talking to the table but her face was flushed.

It wasn't embarrassment; it was reliving the experience that was making her blush.

"Spencer was very specific about the lingerie he wanted me to wear and I went into his bedroom and changed into it, anticipating what was coming next. I feel so stupid now. Anyway... he was kind and considerate and experienced and he took to me places I'd never been with his lips, his hands, his tongue and his... well... you know. And what really riles me is that I was grateful. I was grateful that a man could do those things to me and make me feel special and fulfilled."

"Then his friend came out of the walk-in robe holding up his phone. I screamed but Spencer grabbed me and held me down on the bed. His friend showed me the video of me and Spencer fucking and asked if my husband and work colleagues would enjoy looking at it."

"There ended up being four of them including Spencer. They took turns or they did me together. They kept me there all night. They... they... well you saw what they made me do," Gloria sighed and then looked up and stared Penelope in the eye.

"You know what the stupid thing is? It's that if Spencer had just proposed a gangbang I probably would have said yes anyway because I just wanted to live out my sexual fantasies. But they made me feel degraded and dirty. They made me climax a number of times I have to admit but all that did was trigger self-loathing. They filmed most of it," Gloria began to tear-up again.

"Experiencing an orgasm during non-consensual sex doesn't mean you weren't raped," Silvia took Gloria's hand in hers.

Gloria took a moment to compose herself.

"They promised that no one else would ever see the video if I kept my mouth shut and that's what I did. I closed my account at Secret Singles and took down everything I had ever posted online. I never contacted Spencer again and he never contacted me."

"Martin and I are both on the hospital board! Martin is a Deacon in our church! If that video ever got out my life would be ruined and my family would be shamed forever. I did what I had to, don't you see? I'm never going to admit this to anyone so don't even think that I'll testify if that's what you want."

"I shouldn't say this but I will. When I heard that Spencer had been murdered I was glad. I just hope that it was someone like me who had been deceived by him that did it," Gloria sat up straight and took a long sip of her Coke.

"You implied there were others. Other women like me," Gloria cleared her throat.

"I'm sorry but I have to ask this. Where were you on the night that Spencer Duvall was murdered?" Silvia asked gravely.

"Ha! I hope whoever killed him gets away with it but it wasn't me. My family and I were at a church retreat just across the border in Oklahoma. There has to be at least a hundred witnesses. Are you going to go snooping around? Are you going to talk to Martin?" Gloria's face was suddenly filled with dread.

"We're not going to do any of that and that video will never see the light of day if we can help it. I know that you can't testify but can you do us one favour," Silvia reached into her purse and bought out a folder and opened it.

She laid out a series of photographs that had been copied into mug shot strips. Silvia and Penelope witnessed Gloria shudder when they arranged the strips on the table.

"Him, him, and him," she pointed at the pictures of Benjamin Roach, Carl Huntley, and Jamaal Washington.

She tapped the picture of Jamaal Washington.

"He's the one who kept making me come. It was a fantasy of mine and it's true what they say. Am I racist? Am I a bad person? Am I a freak?" Gloria began to blubber again.

"You're a woman who was taken advantage of. You didn't deserve what happened to you. We will try not to contact you again unless it's absolutely necessary and provided your alibi checks out and we will be discreet when we verify it," Penelope said as she and Silvia packed up their things and got up to leave.

"God punishes the wicked," Gloria whispered and Penelope could tell that she meant herself.

"If that's true, Spencer Duvall got what he deserved," Penelope replied before she turned and walked away.

*****

Felicity Benson kept a low profile after she killed Spencer Duvall working at her club and going straight home after. She knew that killing him had been impulsive and that she had probably left all sorts of evidence at the crime scene. Felicity had seen or read somewhere that killers made multiple mistakes that they didn't even realise they had. She expected it to be only a matter of days before the police came and arrested her but she felt so vindicated, so empowered, so vengeful!

As time passed she became more confident and thought that maybe she had got away with it. She replayed the evening over and over in her head. She hadn't left any clothing at the scene other than the stocking she had used to strangle Spencer with. There was nothing unique about the garment it was from a three pack of Hanes Silk Reflections thigh highs and readily available at any Walmart. The lipstick was expensive but not exclusive and couldn't be traced to her.

Other than her bodily fluids she hadn't left anything at the crime scene as far as she could remember. Jill Graham the bartender had seen she and Spencer talking at the bar and some of the waiters would have seen them sitting together at her table but they had left the club separately. At least she had been smart about that. Or had she? Spencer had given her the address of his townhouse and she had driven herself. Had someone seen her car?

If the police had reason to take a sample of her DNA she was fucked but there was nothing she could do about that. The police had not come to Ride em' Cowgirl so it was likely that they didn't know Spencer had been in the club.

What Felicity did not know was that Penelope and Silvia had drafted two other detectives to work part time on their task force and that they were systematically combing the bar and nightclub district of Balwyn asking the staff if they had seen Spencer Duvall on the night of his murder.

The very next evening after Penelope thought that she gotten away with murder Detectives Steve Randal and Steve Edwards came into her nightclub. Randal and Edwards had a reputation for playing fast and loose and Penelope had argued with Gary Rasmussen about them being loaned to her for the case. He told her to take it or leave it because he was shorthanded and the detective bureau was overworked as it was.

Grudgingly Penelope took on the two Steves, as they were known, but gave them only grunt work and kept them out of her office and did not share with them any of the evidence that her team had collected except for what she considered to be necessary for them to do their menial tasks. This was to be to Penelope's detriment because all the two Steves had was a list of bars, restaurants and nightclubs to work through and a picture of Spencer Duvall. They started at Jimbo's Steakhouse, the last place that Duvall was known to have been where they were comped a steak dinner and a bottle of fine wine and spiralled out from there.