Sleeping Beauties Ch. 04

"You are a wanton hussy," Bradley snickered.

"And you are a man with an erect penis that I could put to good use," she blew in his ear.

"Are you serious?" he looked at her and saw her lascivious grin.

"You are serious!" Bradley was surprised by her antics.

"I'll tell you what. Let's compromise. We can pull over and both eat Big Macs and I guarantee I'll work the calories off you when we get to the hotel," Bradley removed her hand from between his thighs.

Penelope pouted like a petulant schoolgirl.

Bradley didn't mind. He had witnessed Penelope become less uptight and more communicative as their relationship had blossomed, she was also less cynical.

Penelope stuck to her diet and had a salad for lunch and Bradley decided not to torture her by eating his much craved for burger and he too partook of a salad.

They hit the road again and were enjoying the peacefulness of not talking for the sake of talking; just enjoying being together when Penelope struck up a conversation that she had been meaning to have with Bradley since their first night together.

"You told me that your last girlfriend was transgender but you never divulged the full story," Penelope said quietly.

"I don't want to talk about it," Bradley sighed.

"Ok. I get it," Penelope said with some finality but Bradley knew she wasn't going to let it rest.

"It's just you know everything about me. My past, all the sordid details, and you haven't told me much about yourself at all, but I'm happy to let it rest," Penelope snuggled down into her seat and looked out the window at the countryside.

Bradley remained silent for about fifteen minutes and then he spoke.

"Kerry's story is not much different to yours. She knew she was gender dysphoric at an early age and she had loving parents who supported her and allowed her to transition," he began.

"When I met her she was a beautiful young woman in her mid-twenties who like yourself was secure in her own femininity and did not want or need a vagina."

"Yeah I get that," Penelope said quietly.

"I fell in love with her for who she was. Her gender identity and fluidity was not an issue. We loved each other, that's all that mattered."

"She taught me how she could pleasure me sexually and how I could pleasure her."

"We lived together. At the time I had my degree in law enforcement and was working for Houston PD as a police officer, working my way through the ranks to detective. She had her teaching degree and was working at a local college. We lived the same life as any loving couple and were seriously considering getting married."

"Then one night walking to her car at the campus car park she was abducted by a man who had previous convictions for sexual assault. When he confessed he said that he was just going to rape her but when he pulled down her panties and realised that she was transgender, he lost control and beat her to death."

"I was inconsolable and begged to work the case of course. Rightly, I was side-lined and the detectives working the case caught the guy easily. I watched the trial and was glad when he was convicted. But I never got over what had happened to her and applied to the FBI and worked hard to get seconded to the behavioural science unit. I wanted to catch guys like the man who killed Kerry."

"But I soon realised he was not a psycho-killer; he was someone who was looking to rape a woman and simply lost control when he found out that Kerry was transgender."

"However I had an affinity to the work, especially sex crimes. It eventually habituates you, knowing what some men can be inured to; what they can do to women and then toss them aside. I knew then that this was my calling, I was emotionally numb. Profiling men that did those heinous crimes became my passion."

"Of course I am no saint. I took pleasure with other transgender women in the short term, I've been with cisgender women of course, but my leaning is toward transgender women, especially after Kerry. When this case landed on my desk I was intrigued that you were one of the detectives working the case and when I read about your background and your struggle to be accepted I requested that I be assigned as the FBI liaison."

"But all of that became irrelevant when I met you; I was entranced, despite, no, because of your flaws. And here we are," Bradley stared at the road ahead, never looking at Penelope.

"And here we are," Penelope hid her tears by staring out the window.

"And once again I find myself infatuated by a transgender woman, not just because of her uniqueness and beauty, but because of her humanity and her vulnerableness which she chose to hide by being unapproachable and detached."

"I've said too much. Here is our exit," Bradley pointed to an off ramp taking them into Austin.

Penelope led Bradley to the bed as soon as they entered the hotel room.

"Come here. I want you; I want you now," she pulled him down on top of her kissed him passionately.

He impatiently removed her jacket, skirt and blouse while Penelope fumbled with his belt buckle and then his fly, Bradley kicked off his shoes and shucked out of his suit, tie and shirt, then pulled off his sox and underpants.

Penelope lay back and watched him. She had freed herself and was stroking her cock through her satin panties. Bradley lowered his face to her groin and freed her cock and engulfed it. Penelope shuddered as he used his tongue expertly on her penis.

When she felt herself close to orgasm she pulled his face away and encouraged him to lie on top of her. She opened her legs to receive him and rubbed her nylon-sheathed claves on his flanks because she knew it drove him wild. She could feel Bradley's cock poking her belly.

Bradley lifted her legs, exposing her buttocks and nestled his erect cock inside her panties, pushing on her sphincter. Penelope nodded, indicating that she was prepared. Since she had been dating Bradley she had started using lubricant gel-caps so that she was always prepared for him.

Bradley slid his cock inside Penelope and she purred and arched her back, locking her ankles behind him.

"Yes," she sighed and put her arms around him and kissed him deeply.

Bradley took his time, resting between strokes, bringing both of them close to extremis and then backing off. He was an accomplished lover and knew that pressing his glans on Penelope's prostate gland caused her immense pleasure and that wriggling his cock on her sphincter illicited little waves of ecstasy.

They could both sense when it was time and Bradley began to thrust hard and fast, Penelope rising up off the bed to meet him, digging her heels into him and raking her nails on his back.

When he came it felt like he was filling her with scalding nectar, she came with him, ejaculating against his hard belly, mewing and moaning. Bradley gasped into her mouth.

"I love you," he whispered and Penelope froze briefly and then continued to encourage him to fuck her.

He lay beside her, catching his breath. Penelope stared at the ceiling and said nothing.

Eventually Bradley broke the silence.

"What I said..." he began to speak.

"It's alright, people say things in the throes of passion," Penelope continued to stare at the ceiling.

"No. I meant it. I love you," he turned her to face him.

Penelope arose, kicked off her heels and put on a bathrobe.

"I'm going on the balcony for a smoke," she said, emotionlessly.

Bradley gave her a few minutes and then came outside and stood behind her. She was leaning on the rail and Bradley pressed against her and put an arm either side of her, gripping the rail.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear.

"Nothing to be sorry for, I'm ok," Penelope lied.

She flicked her cigarette butt out into the cold breeze.

"I could arrest you for littering," he nuzzled her neck.

"It's outside of your jurisdiction; it's not a Federal crime," Penelope pushed her bottom back against him and was surprised to find he was hard again.

"However I could arrest you for lewd behaviour if you keep doing what you're doing," Penelope purred.

He had slipped his cock between her buttocks and was rubbing it against her.

"Well If I'm going to be arrested for public indecency let's make it worthwhile," he gripped her hips and slid into her all the way.

Penelope wriggled her buttocks appreciatively.

*****

It turned out that Detective Sharon Morris did not have a good ass, she was a short dumpy woman but she was a good detective and had a cheery disposition. She shared her case notes and recalled her interview and interaction with the victim.

Kimberley Morris however had a great ass and was currently showing it off to good effect on East Powell Lane near Interstate 35. She was attractive but had a world-weary countenance. Despite the cold she was wearing hotpants and a tubetop, fuck-me heels, red opaque pantyhose, to keep her legs warm as much as to show them off, heavy makeup and teased hair. Her picture would be found under the word 'hooker' in any dictionary.

"I think you women should talk to her; I bet she doesn't trust men," Bradley said as they watched her from his car.

Penelope got out of the car first and took up position half a block east of Kimberley, when she was in position Sharon got out and approached from the west. They had Kimberley Morris caught in a pincer and when she ran from Sharon Morris, Penelope collared her.

Sharon caught up to Kimberley and Penelope.

"Remember me," Sharon opened her coat to show the shield pinned to the inside pocket.

"Put me up against the wall and pat me down," Kimberley hissed.

"What?" Sharon was confused.

"You and your friend obviously want to talk to me so put me put against the wall and push me around a little. Make it look like a bust; I've got the remains of an eight-ball in my handbag. If those girls think I'm cooperating with five-O they'll have my rag," Kimberley pretended to struggle and Penelope obligingly pushed her hard against the wall and kicked her heels apart.

Sharon made a big deal of finding the coke and they cuffed Kimberley and took her over to the car and put her in the back. Bradley was in nearby diner drinking coffee, watching through the grime-smeared window.

Penelope uncuffed her and Kimberley gingerly rubbed her wrists.

"You bitches are good actors," she smiled at them both, took her purse back and rummaged around for smokes.

"You light that in here and I'll get the blame and my partner will kick my ass," Penelope said.

Kimberley ignored her and lit up anyway.

"You bitches ain't partners?" Kimberley blew smoke out the window which Penelope had lowered.

"No. Gimme one of those, if I'm getting my ass kicked I might as well be guilty of the crime," Penelope took a cigarette off Kimberley and lit up.

"Ok. I'm Lieutenant Penelope Bishop of the Balwyn PD and I'd like to ask you some questions about your abduction and rape," Penelope said.

"Well I was certainly abducted but not sure if I was raped," Kimberley said.

Penelope frowned.

"He abducted me. Came up behind me and put a mask over my face that had some sort of shitty smelling chemical in it. I woke up in a shitty old abandoned house lying on a bed. At least the sheets were clean," Kimberley paused to drag on her smoke.

"We found out later that the sheets were brand-new straight out of the pack," Sharon explained.

"This tall dude with a nylon stocking over his face was standing over me, he had those thin rubber gloves, the kind the doctors wear when they examine your cooze. He was white, well-built, and I'd guess him to be in his thirties. I was already naked and I wondered for a while if he'd fucked me already but he hadn't."

"He had a knife and was very demanding. He had a makeup kit and had me put on makeup and directed me how to do it, made me put it on really heavy and use bright red lipstick. He knew more about makeup than a man oughtta, if you know what I mean?"

"He had these nylons and garter belt, panties and bra, all red satin 'cept the nylons were sheer flesh-toned, expensive. He had me put them on and a pair of red high heels too. They were a little too big to walk in but I figured I wasn't going to be doing much walking in them."

"He put the knife to my throat and told me to do exactly what he said; if did I would be fine and that he'd give me some money, lots of money."

"He had me lie still with my arms by my side but with my legs open and I was to say nothing and not move. Just keep looking at him. I had to look at him."

"He put on a condom and fucked me; he came quick. He had a rest and then he fucked me again. He had a rest for a while and he let have a drink of water and after a while we went back to it. He had a big cock and I have admit that the third time he did me I came. I bit down so as not to make a noise but he knew."

"I don't know how long I was there exactly, I'd say ten maybe twelve hours. He fucked me lots. Anyway when he finished he made me shower; he supervised me, made sure I gave my cooze a good clean in case any of his cum had escaped the condoms. Then I got dressed back in my street clothes and he gave me a thousand dollars and said not to tell; that no one would believe me anyway because I have no injuries and I'm just a hooker."

"He came at me with the mask thing again and I woke up back on East Powell. I wasn't gonna report it, he'd given me a thousand dollars and I even came once but it was because he said no one would believe me that got me riled so I called it in and Detective Patton here listened to me, treated me fair and believed me.'

Sharon Patton smiled but it soon faded.

"She never caught the motherfucker though."

"Any distinguishing features? Scars? Did he have an accent? A limp? Anything?" Penelope asked.

"I didn't see any scars and like I said he had a toned body. There is one thing, he was shaved all over including his pubic area, skin as smooth as a baby," Kimberley said and Penelope made a note.

"So anyway sister, what brings you all the way from Balwyn?" Kimberley dropped her butt out of the window.

"We think your guy might be up to his old tricks in Balwyn only worse," it was Penelope's turn to flick her butt out the window.

"Shit! I read about him in the paper. Two murders involving sexual assault in Balwyn," Kimberley shivered.

"That could have been me," she shivered again.

"We think he was practicing, getting his MO right," Penelope explained.

"I told Sharon here that I think he took other girls off the street and did the same. In fact I know he did it to one other girl 'cause she told me. But she said she didn't mind really because he didn't beat her or nothin' and paid her well after. She said she asked why he abducted her to do things that she would let him do for money anyway, and she says that he told her that abducting her was what got him hot. Forcing her to do what he wanted but not hurting her. What a fucking weirdo," Kimberley reached for her cigarettes again but Penelope shook her head.

"Who is this other girl?" Penelope and Sharon asked in unison.

"I ain't telling. If she wanted you to know she'd tell you herself; I'm no snitch. Now I told you all I know so can I go?" Kimberley reached for the door handle.

"If you remember anything else, call me or Detective Patton ok?" Penelope gave Kimberley her business card.

Kimberley got out of the car and teetered across the street in her fuck-me shoes. Penelope and Sharon were discussing her story when Kimberley stuck her head back through the window.

"There was one more thing. He made me wear this shitty perfume; really cloying. Came in a little pink bottle," Kimberley said.

"Cloying? That's not street talk?" Sharon Patton said.

"I have a college education darling but if I spoke like the refined lady I am on these streets the other ladies of ill repute would hand me my ass," Kimberley tapped the top of the car and walked away.

Bradley raced over as soon as Kimberley had crossed the street.

"It smells like an ashtray in here," he griped.

"Shut the fuck up. We just got a hot lead," Penelope said.

*****

"So we have him starting out. Any chance he might live in Austin?" Silvia asked.

They were back in syndicate room two discussing what they had learned.

"I doubt it. The guy is too smart to shit where he eats," Penelope said.

"We have Detective Patton canvassing other hookers to see if they'll speak but she's already called and said that Kimberley Morris has spread the word that the man who assaulted her is the Balwyn lady killer. They aren't speaking; Kimberley told Sharon they are scared. They think that if they talk, the killer will find out and come back for them," Bradley explained.

"Look the profile fits; there are too many signatures for it not to be him. The key indicator is the perfume," Bradley twiddled his pen.

"So what now boss?" Penelope turned to Silvia.

Silvia was about to rebuke for Penelope for calling her boss when the phone rang. She picked it up and listened for a while and then hung up.

"Ok let's roll; we have another one," Silvia reached for her coat.

Bethany Stills was an attractive thirty-three year-old divorcee. She was lying on her bed with her arms arranged by her side and her legs spread wide. She looked like she was sleeping, her body unmarked. She was wearing black nylon see-through panties, matching bra and garter belt, fully-fashioned black stockings and black high heels. She wore a French maid's ruffled lace headpiece.

She was wearing heavy makeup like the other victims, including the signature bright red-lipstick.

"Can you smell it?" Penelope asked as they looked at the body.

"Christian Dior's Poison," Bradley said unnecessarily.

Brendan Scott came over.

"Needle marks in crook of her arm; early days I know, but it's him," he said.

Bob Tanner joined them.

"We are still processing the scene but so far there are no visible hairs or fibres. We're dusting for prints but nothing so far," he said.

"We've yet to test it but that looks like semen," he pointed to the silvery mucus visible through Bethany Stills' panties.

"So we have a bride, a she-devil, and now a French maid," Penelope pondered out loud.

"Obviously fetishic. Also I'm sorry to say, that costume can be acquired at any store that sells cosplay clothing or an adult store," Bradley said.

"I think it's a trope; like the animal semen. He's playing with us. He gets to indulge his fantasy, the lingerie, heels, makeup and perfume but he also gets to tease us, possibly even mislead us."

The same Sargent from the other crime scenes was in attendance and he stood at the door of the one-bedroom apartment waiting for them. He was no longer flippant or casual.

"I've have officers conducting door to doors and collecting any CCTV. If we find a potential witness we'll let you know immediately," he said; all business.

"Lieutenant, I want to apologise for my behaviour at the first crime scene. We figured it was a sex game gone wrong or a hooker who bought home the wrong John. I promise you that you will get full cooperation from my police officers."

Penelope was about to rebuke him but she recalled her days working the streets in uniform. It was easy to become cynical and compartmentalise some victims.

"Thank you Sargent," she said instead.

The trio worked late into the night and when they left Police Plaza Penelope got into Bradley's car.

"I'm guessing you're too tired to fool around," she said.

"On the contrary. I'd like some loving to take my mind off this mess, even if it's just for a little while," he took Penelope's hand.

"You know us special girls need to do a little prep after a long day before we hop in the sack," Penelope smiled at him.

He smiled back. Anal sex was wonderful but it required some preparation beforehand.