Sleeping Beauties Ch. 02

"Thank you mister Dickinson we will have all of those things you offered and we will interview some of your staff. I take it we may use your office?" Silvia gave him a crocodile smile.

"Hey, mi casa es su casa," Zeke gestured graciously at his fleapit of an office.

Silvia and Penelope split up and worked the floor, talking to staff members, asking if they knew Rhonda Stevens so they could make a shortlist of interviewees.

Zeke cornered Penelope out back where she was smoking a cigarette.

"Your partner is a hardass," Zeke commented lighting up a Marlboro.

"So am I; it's just her turn to be bad-cop," Penelope blew out a lungful of smoke.

"I've seen you in here haven't I?" he gave her his rat-smile.

"It's a free country, I can go where I like when I'm off duty," Penelope replied.

Zeke reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a silver hip-flask. He opened it and took a slug and then waved it at Penelope. She looked around quickly and snatched it off him and took a long pull. She handed it back and leaned against the brick wall to let the liquor do its job.

"I bet you are a hardass too when you wanna be," Zeke grinned.

Penelope just nodded, her eyes were closed.

Zeke cast a critical eye over her.

"Speaking of asses. If you lost a few pounds I'd hire you in heartbeat if you ever wanted to moonlight as a cocktail waitress," Zeke said.

"Fuck off before I bust you for something," Penelope sighed.

She went back inside to join Silvia, searching for a breath-mint in her purse.

The interviews revealed nothing that they didn't already know.

Back at Police Plaza Penelope stared at her whiteboard. Despite all the technology, she still liked to have an old-fashioned time line and story board to work from.

"You know from what we've established our murderer had somewhere between twelve and twenty four hours with Rhonda Stevens before he killed her," Penelope speculated.

"I was hoping the fact that he had reapplied her lipstick might lead to something. I think he kissed her and that's why her lipstick was smudged but the area around her lips and inside her mouth was pristine," Penelope sighed.

"Brendan Scott thinks that that if he used an alcohol solution on her anywhere he might not have left any DNA," Silvia responded.

"This case is doing my head in," Penelope sighed.

"The Chief wants us to park it and start working other cases," Silvia said.

"What about getting the Profilers involved?" Silvia tapped her pen against her teeth.

"I'm shipping what we have to Quantico. The FBI are too busy to come here; they are tied up doing their Homeland Security gig," Silvia stood up and stretched.

*****

Michael Kendal stopped in Austin and found the lingerie shop he was looking for. They had the red panties and bras he was after but not the garter-belt or the stockings. He had better luck at an adult store in a seedier part of the city and was able to purchase two pairs of red nylon stockings and two red satin suspender belts. He saw some novelty red plastic devil's horn headbands and tossed two of them in with his purchases.

Around the corner he was able to purchase two pairs of shiny red high heels in the largest size they had.

He paid cash for everything. An examination of his credit card or online activity would turn up only innocuous purchases.

Michael put his new purchases into his special suitcase and smiled. If law enforcement ever examined his special suitcase he would have a lot of explaining to do.

Pharmaceutical companies generally only hire sales representatives who hold a four-year bachelor's degree or higher from an accredited college which is exactly what Michael Kendal had: a Bachelor of Science in Pharmaceutical Sciences. He'd majored in chemistry and as an undergraduate had studied marketing, sales, advertising, and business administration. He'd taken electives in organic chemistry, pharmacology, and toxicology.

This might explain the pharmaceuticals in his sample bag but not the rape kit.

Driving to Balwyn in the hire car Michael recounted his adventures with 'the bride'. He had enjoyed her company but he'd been a little reckless with her being his first and all. First off he had picked her up in that dive the Starlight Lounge, but once he'd seen her he had to have her. He'd been discreet but they might have been seen leaving together. Also he'd kissed her, he couldn't help it; she looked so gorgeous dressed that way, her makeup was perfect but it was her eyes. Her eyes full of fear and dread. Her eyes staring at him, pleading with him, the surrender in them when she realised that he had come inside her.

Michael had to pull over at that point and relieve himself into a nylon stocking that he kept in the glove compartment just for that purpose. He was so highly sexed that he never knew when he might have to attend to his needs.

He would be more careful with his next victim.

Michael had a suite at the best hotel in Balwyn. This was his fifth visit to the city since he'd changed jobs. He stayed for an average of three days, most of the days he spent at Kent Pharmaceuticals keeping abreast of the latest products and developments before he made his rounds to some of the most prestigious teaching hospitals and surgeries in the South doing what he did best, selling Kent Pharmaceutical products.

He'd cased Balwyn's downtown area and the surrounding suburbs and had perfected his plan so he could fulfil his ultimate fantasy. Michael had used plenty of women in other towns and cities before Rhonda and it had been nice, well for him at least. But what he had done with Rhonda Stevens had been transcendent. It was close to perfect.

And he was ready to do it again.

Mary Whitehouse had almost fallen into his lap it was so easy. He'd cruised a few hangouts and finally settled at the Fox and Firkin, a faux British Pub which looked to be full of lonely people seeking a spark of warmth. Mary Whitehouse almost radiated desperation. She was a pretty, middle-aged, middle-class divorcee who was wearing a skirt that was too short for her and a blouse that was too tight. She was carrying a couple of extra pounds but she had great legs, a great ass and nice tits. She had straight, shoulder-length black hair which she wore with bangs.

Michael Kendal gleaned all this sitting beside her at the bar studiously ignoring her, or so it seemed. He pretended to be immersed in the file in front of him and then the screen of his tablet. He looked like any another sad working stiff having a drink after work.

He listened to Mary tell her life story to a succession of men who sat beside her trying to chat her up. Most left quickly when she told them that she had two kids. A couple stayed on when she told them that the kids were staying with her husband for a few days and she was home alone. But they all gave up eventually. It was obvious that Mary was looking for a relationship not a one night stand.

Michael followed her at a discreet distance when she caught a taxi home. The setup looked perfect and he stayed up most of the night perfecting his plan, he set out early.

Across the street from her house was a dog park and Michael parked in one of the parking bays where he could see her house. As soon as he saw movement he got out of the car, took a deep breath, looked up and down the street, and seeing the coast was clear, he crossed the road.

Mary Whitehouse was still sleepy as she stood in the kitchen dressed in her flannel pyjamas and nightgown putting coffee into the Bunn coffee maker. The knock at the door so early surprised her and she padded to the front door and opened it. She lived in a nice quiet neighbourhood so there was no need to worry.

When she saw the tall handsome man dressed in his tracksuit, and training shoes, gloves and beanie, holding a dog leash in his gloved hand she wished that she was dressed a little better.

"Hey I know it's early and I apologise, but my dog bolted on me. He ran across the road and I think he went into your back yard," the man smiled at her, holding up the leash and Mary really wished she had put a little makeup on.

"That's strange because I had my gates and fences fixed not that long ago because..." she had turned her back on him and stepped back into hallway to retrieve her keys from the hallstand.

Michael unzipped his fanny-pack and whipped out the Ziploc bag. He took out the disposable dust mask with the cotton wool soaked in his special concoction of chloroform inside it and whipped it over Mary Whitehouse's nose and clamped one hand over face and put the other around her waist, pulling her into him and holding there while she struggled. After about thirty seconds she passed out.

This was the most dangerous time for him.

He kicked the front door closed behind him, dragged Mary to the lounge and lay her down. He took off his woollen gloves and beanie put on his surgical gloves and the do-rag he had made from pantyhose and covered his hair. He fixed the dust mask to her face with the elastic and quickly checked that the house to ensure it was indeed empty.

He checked himself for any scratches or contusions and was relieved to see there were none. He took another Ziploc bag from his fanny-pack; this one contained a syringe filled with a measured dose of clear fluid.

Michael took off Mary's nightgown and pyjamas and laid her out prone on the floor in her underwear so he could make a better assessment of her body mass. He decided that he had made a correct estimate last night and he took the dusk mask off her face and waited for Mary to start to come around. It might be fatal to inject while she was still under the influence of his chloroform solution.

When Mary showed signs of rousing, Michael lifted her onto the couch. She opened her eyes but she was still groggy.

"We're going to have so much fun Mary; so much fun!" he giggled like girl.

He saw her eyes widen when she saw him put the syringe into her vein; and then she went limp.

Michael checked her two-car garage and was very happy to find one space vacant. He put his woollen gloves over his surgical gloves and the beanie over the do-rag and when the coast was clear he sprinted across the road and drove his car into Mary Whitehouse's garage and closed the garage door.

He opened the trunk and took out the special suitcase, laid it on the garage floor and opened it. He stripped naked; he had completely shaved from his neck to his toes last night as an added precaution. He put on the spandex bodysuit; there were holes for his eyes and his mouth and his hands, the rest of his body was completely covered. He had also cut a small hole in the crotch, big enough for his erect penis to poke out of. He put on a fresh pair of surgical gloves, closed the case and took it up to Mary Whitehouse's bedroom.

He came down and checked on Mary again. She was breathing fine but unable to move. Michael could see the terror in her eyes and he started to become erect. He put her in a fireman's carry and lugged her upstairs, laid her on the bed and stripped her out of her underwear. Michael was pleased to see that she was shaved.

"Ok honey, let's make you pretty," Michael was very excited now and he had to force himself to calm down.

It was awkward trying to dress a comatose woman in lingerie and stockings but he enjoyed it, particularly smoothing the stockings up her legs and clipping the welts to the garter belt. He took out his makeup kit and went to work; it had taken him hours of practice on himself to perfect the makeup just how he liked it. He was now an expert so it didn't take him long at all to do Mary. He brushed out her hair and then posed her on the bed, taking the time to look into those beautiful blue eyes that were now awash with terror.

"Ok honey one last thing," he put the red high heels on her feet and the red plastic devil's horns headband on her head and sprayed her liberally with Poison.

"Perfect!" he clapped his hands like an excited schoolboy.

"Ok now just let me do this," he said to no one in particular and took a GoPro camera and mounted it on its little flexible tripod ensuring it would film everything that happened on the bed.

Michael took out a box of extra-large condoms and unwrapped four of them and put them on the bedside table with a tube of lubricant.

"I didn't need the lubricant with Rhonda and I'm hoping I won't need it with you," Michael leaned over Mary's face.

He wanted to kiss her already but he'd wait and see if it was worth the risk, he had plenty of alcohol wipes and a spray bottle if necessary.

He freed his erection from the bodysuit and rolled a condom onto it all the way down to the base of his shaft.

"Ok Mary; let's get started. I'll need relief almost straight away but don't worry, I recover quickly and we have all day and all night," he grinned at her as he climbed on the bed.

When he finished with her the next day he cleaned up everything, triple-checking that he had left nothing to incriminate himself. In a plastic trash bag went the six condoms he'd used, the four pair of surgical gloves, a handful of alcohol swabs and their wrappers and all the other detritus from the scene.

He'd sprayed every surface that he had touched with alcohol and wiped it down, including Mary's lips and mouth. He'd had to reapply her lipstick twice. Michael just couldn't help kissing her.

He packed away the GoPro and hefted the suitcase down to the garage.

Michael came back with the straw of frozen horse semen which he fitted to a syringe and deposited in her vulva.

"You should find that amusing, you dumb fucks," he chuckled as he lifted the sheer gusset of Mary's red panties back into place.

He took one last look around and left Mary Whitehouse's bedroom for the final time.

Down in her garage he stripped out of the Lycra bodysuit, put on his tracksuit, packed everything up and put it in the trunk. He drove away in the early hours of the morning, stopping briefly to remove the stolen plates from his vehicle and replace them with the registered tags.

*****

The young black man was fit and muscular, his cock stood out hard and proud, inches from Penelope Bishop's puckered sphincter. She was kneeling on the bed in a cheap hotel room dressed in black stockings, a bustier and black high heels.

The last few hours of Penelope's life was a blur. This weekend was the anniversary of Randy Cody's death and she needed to numb the pain. She'd driven to Helensvale, a college town about an hour from Balwyn with the specific intent of getting drunk and taking some stranger back to her hotel room so that she could forget all about Randy's death, using booze and sex to desensitise herself.

Penelope remembered bar-hopping, mainly hitting the LGBTI bars looking for tranny-chasers. She had deliberately dressed provocatively. The last thing she remembered before she blacked out was that she that she had somehow ended up at a college bar talking to two handsome young men.

Penelope cycled back into consciousness as the fit young black man positioned behind her was about to enter her anus and a fit young white man was kneeling in front of her on the bed with his steely member inches from her mouth.

"Hot damn! Man I always wanted to do this, spit-roast a tranny!" the black guy said enthusiastically.

"Well shut the fuck up and do it," Penelope wriggled her buttocks invitingly.

He gripped her hips and slammed his cock into Penelope's lubricated anus.

"Mmm... that's the stuff," she pushed back against him and gyrated her ass.

"Now you big boy," Penelope reached for the white guy's cock.

He moved forward and thrust it into her mouth.

"Maybe this bitch will shut the fuck up now," the white guy chuckled.

Penelope went to work sucking on his cock, using her tongue on the underside, lapping at his fraenulum, and her lips on the shaft. The man behind her got into a steady rhythm, holding her hips and fucking her with long hard strokes, driving himself all the way inside her.

He picked up the pace and Penelope sensed he was about to come so she pushed back hard and ground her buttocks against him whilst slavering at the cock in her mouth. When she felt the black man fill her anus with semen she quickly whipped a hand to her own penis and stroked it until it spattered her seed on the bedsheet.

"Fuck that is hot!" the white guy growled.

As soon as the black guy pulled out of Penelope's anus the white guy took his place. He fucked for a few minutes and then came inside her. Penelope was a little sore by then but she encouraged him and wriggled her ass appreciatively.

Penelope lay propped on the pillows watching the two young men get dressed while she drank Jack Daniel's straight from the bottle, semen dribbling from her sphincter and soaking into her panties.

"Wait until we tell the guys at school that we gangbanged a tranny," the white boy patted his friend on the shoulder enthusiastically.

"Hey! How old are you guys?" Penelope called out as they opened the door that led directly out to the parking lot.

"What the fuck do you care you old skank. Just be glad you got some fresh young meat tonight," the black boy heckled her and slammed the door behind them.

"Jesus Penelope, you gotta sober up," she sighed, lifting the bottle to her lips.

The next afternoon Penelope was sober enough to drive and she set out on the road back to Balwyn determined to control her drinking. She was about half an hour outside of the city she got a text from Silvia.

'We have another body. Same MO. Call me.'

To be continued