Sleeping Beauties Ch. 06

Chapter Six - You didn't accidentally fuck her did you?

After his fight with Penelope, Bradley Wilson had gone back to his hotel and had a fitful night's sleep.

As directed, he put on his best Brooks Brothers navy-blue suit and crisp white shirt. He wore a blue silk tie and highly polished black shoes. He left the hotel at seven o'clock to make the eight o'clock interview.

Even though he was dog-tired he looked good, his toned body filled the suit perfectly and his handsome features, piercing blue eyes and styled collar-length black hair were not lost on Meadow Dupree.

Nor was Meadow's beauty lost Bradley. She was wearing a short-skirted, powder-blue power-suit. She had a flicked-out blonde bob; her thick, red-lipstick lips were formed into a permanent pout, she had beautiful blue eyes, long legs clad in gossamer nylons, and generously proportioned breasts despite her slim frame.

She flirted openly with him, bending over when she didn't need to, getting uncomfortably close to him to pin on the lapel microphone, letting her skirt ride up to the very top of her thigh while she sat in her director's chair waiting for the interview to begin.

Gary Rasmussen was right about her being like a shark with blood in the water. After the interview they sat on a couch in her dressing room and she tried to pump him for more information, off the record.

He hadn't wanted to be alone with Meadow in her dressing room, it was totally against protocol but he was pissed with Penelope and although childish he saw flirting with Meadow as a way to get back at her.

"Come on Agent Wilson, give me a gem. Just a little titbit; an exclusive to make my story special," her eyes twinkled and she suggestively sucked on a finger and smiled at him.

"I've given you everything I can Ma'am," Bradley smiled back at her.

"I don't think you have Agent Wilson," she leaned against the arm of the couch and extended a long lustrously nyloned leg and put her spike heeled sandal in his lap.

Bradley caressed her ankle; her nylons were soft and ultra-sheer, delicate. His nail snagged the ethereal fabric and a runner raced up her leg.

"Oh my god I'm sorry. Let me pay for those they must be expensive," Bradley felt like a klutz.

"Wolford Neon. They cost fifty dollars a pair imported from the UK," Meadow didn't remove her foot and kept smiling.

Bradley got the gist. She didn't care. Poor spoiled little rich girl who gets everything she wants, he thought. He continued to caress her ankle and then slid his hand further up her calf.

"Where are you going mister?" she grinned at him but didn't remove his hand from her leg.

"I figured if I'm going to pay fifty dollars for them, they must be mine to keep," Bradley grinned back at her.

"What makes you think that?" she put her finger back in her mouth seductively.

"Because I'm going to have to pull them down a little or put a bigger hole in them before I fuck you, so either way I guess I'm paying for them," his fingers moved past her knee to her thigh.

"What makes you think I'm going to let you," her voice was thick with lust.

"You didn't invite me back here and put your foot in my lap to discuss the weather," his hand slid under her skirt.

Meadow pushed her foot into Bradley's crotch and rubbed her high heel on his erect penis.

"You're not wearing panties," her ultra-sheer pantyhose clung to her smooth shaven mons.

"I never do. Please do not change the subject Agent Wilson," she leaned forward and opened his flies and extracted his erect penis and then leaned back in her chair.

"Are we discussing the price of British pantyhose or titbits?" Bradley asked.

Meadow gasped suddenly as Bradley stroked her pubis, tracing his finger around her vulva through the diaphanous nylon.

Meadow arched her foot, trapping Bradley's cock between the inside of her sandal and her sole. She began to lazily slide her foot up and down his shaft.

"You give me a titbit and you can have my pantyhose and everything that's inside them," her red-lipsticked lips formed into a lewd leer.

"I think I have everything that's inside them now," Bradley slipped his finger inside her vulva and found her labia, the flimsy nylon stretched easily to allow him to do so.

"You expect me to just offer you my virtue Mister Wilson?" the leer transformed into a childish pout.

"No. I'm going to take it," Bradley smirked back at her.

"But I thought you were one of the good guys?" she squeezed his cock with her foot.

"I am a good guy. That's why I'm going to give you what you want," he replied.

"And what is that mister Wilson?" Meadow teased him.

Bradley suddenly leapt up and grabbed Meadow's ankles and pulled her down on the couch. She lay on her back with her skirt around her waist as he pulled her legs wide apart and knelt between them.

"What are you doing Mister Wilson?" Meadow feigned shock but he could see her juices glistening through the sheer gusset of her hose.

"This," Bradley lay on top of her and pushed his cock into her groin.

Meadow smelled wonderful and her skin was soft, her hair was silky and smelled of expensive conditioner. Her heavy breasts cushioned him but she was skinny and for a while he was worried he might hurt her. He stopped worrying when she wrapped her legs around him and raised her pretty face to his and opened those full wide lips.

He stabbed at her with his rock-hard cock and it tore through the flimsy crotch of her pantyhose and slid insider her. She put her arms around him and kissed him deeply.

Meadow was surprisingly tight and his cock felt like it was gripped by a velvet sheath. She adjusted herself underneath him so that he was pressing on her clitoris and encouraged him to fuck her, rising up and pushing her pubis against him, grinding against him, gasping into his mouth.

Bradley fucked her hard. Thinking about Penelope as he did so, childishly wishing she could see him fucking the gorgeous news presenter, making her jealous and remorseful.

As was her nature, Meadow was selfish when it came to sex, she made Bradley adjust his position so she could enhance her pleasure, she kissed him passionately, nipping at his lips and tongue with her perfect white teeth.

Bradley pushed Meadow down into the couch and began to fuck her hard, almost viciously. She cried out and locked her legs around him tighter.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed and arched her back and ground against him as she orgasmed.

Bradley fucked her as hard as could and ejaculated inside her; his semen hot and musky. The scent of Meadow's perfume, his aftershave, his acrid semen, the stench of her juices, mingled and formed a pungent odour.

Bradley lay on top of Meadow gasping and she lay under him panting, her body quivering with little aftershocks.

Bradley extracted himself from her embrace and snatched a box of tissues off her dresser and dabbed at his cock before he put it away and zipped up. He dropped the box of tissues into Meadow's lap; she still lay on the couch with her legs spread, catching her breath.

He walked to the door and then stopped and turned around.

He rummaged in his wallet and produced a fifty which he also dropped in her lap. She looked up at him amused.

"Buy yourself some new pantyhose."

"Oh and here's your titbit," he said.

Meadow lifted herself on her elbows and looked at him expectantly.

"The butler did it," he said flippantly and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

Meadow's assistant was waiting patiently outside the dressing room door with a clipboard in her hand. She gave him a knowing look, like it was a regular occurrence.

"She wants to see you right now," Bradley said offhandedly.

He smiled to himself as he walked down the studio corridor and heard Meadow scream "Get out!" to her unsuspecting assistant.

The afterglow of the grudge fuck soon wore off and he started thinking of Penelope again; hating himself for what he had just done and hoping that Penelope was not doing the same thing.

*****

After the newspaper article and the TV interview on Fox News the leads began to pour into Police Plaza. The Homicide Division had set up a hotline manned by experienced uniformed police officers and civilian office staff. As expected some of the leads were bogus, called in by the usual nuisance callers and perpetual meddlers and most of the other leads were of little use.

Anything that might be useful was forwarded through to syndicate room two where the team beavered away. The Chief of Detectives called by again.

"Great interview Bradley. You look good on camera," Gary Rasmussen said.

"I did a media course at Quantico a while back; it came in handy," Bradley looked up from the file he was reading.

"That Meadow Dupree is a piece of work, her knees should have a party and invite her skirt down," he chuckled.

Penelope looked up from the file she was reading and glared at Gary.

"Did she try to wheedle more information from you? She's been known to use her assets to do so in the past."

"Here we go again with the chauvinist tropes," Silvia Bickle chimed in.

"Not really. We had coffee in her dressing room after the interview but I told her I couldn't give her any more information," Bradley said with some finality.

"You didn't accidentally fuck her while you were in there did you? Rumours travel fast in a small city," Gary studied his fingernails.

"Nah. She's not my type; too skinny and hedonistic," Gary replied, but glanced guiltily at Penelope who was purposely not looking at him.

"Yeah... I heard you don't like 'em skinny," Gary said on the way out.

This time it was Penelope's high heel that crashed into the door.

"Trouble in paradise?" Silvia asked.

She had followed Penelope out to the designated smoking area in the parking lot.

"He says he loves me," Penelope studied the glowing tip of her cigarette.

"And you guys joke about U-Haul lesbians," Silvia snickered.

"But seriously; you two seemed to be getting along pretty well. He's been a good influence on you. You look good, you're dressing well, you've stopped drinking and catting around, and you've lost weight," Silvia touched Penelope on the arm affectionately.

"You think I've lost weight?" Penelope grinned.

"All the good things I just said about you and you pounced on the comment that you've lost weight. You might have a dick in those drawers Penny but you are all woman," Silvia chuckled.

"Fuck off Bickle," Penelope crushed out her cigarette, swiped her entry card and opened the door that led back into Police Plaza.

"Hey Bickle, what's the leading cause of death among lesbians? Hairballs," Penelope called over shoulder.

"Fuck off Bishop, we're both shaved," Silvia called back.

"TMI Bickle, TMI," Penelope opened the inner door and headed back to the Detectives Division.

Some of the leads that came into the hotline came from informants who suspected people that they knew in the medical profession who might be the Sleeping Beauty Killer, as everyone was now calling the perpetrator. Silvia and Penelope spent the next few days fruitlessly following up on the leads. All of the doctors, nurses and pharmacists they interviewed had alibis or simply could not be the perpetrator for other legitimate reasons.

"We always figured our guy doesn't live in Balwyn; that he uses the city as his hunting ground. We'd be better off looking for men employed in the medical profession who are cyclic visitors to the city. Men who come here regularly to attend conferences of offer specialist services on a regular basis," Bradley mused.

"Maybe we should canvass the hospitals and clinics for their registers and rosters of visiting specialists?" Penelope offered.

She and Bradley had been cordial with each other since their breakup but there was still a lot of tension in the air.

"I'm still buried under a ton of paperwork trying to track down where he got the animal semen," Silvia whined.

"Look I've given you guys every available detective I have. They're out there wearing out shoe leather following up on the hotline leads so it looks like it's up to Bishop and Wilson to hit the streets and dig into those registers; see if you can find out what hotels these guys might have stayed in too, there might be a lead or two there," Gary Rasmussen said.

Gary had been taking heat from the Chief of Police who was taking heat from the Mayor who was taking heat from the Governor. Shit rolls downhill but Gary did a good job shielding his team.

"You start researching the hospitals and I'll start on the clinics. When we have anything of use we'll hit the streets and try to narrow down any leads," Penelope said to Bradley.

Bradley nodded and started hitting the keys on his laptop.

*****

Michael Kendal had a dilemma. Now that Felicity knew that he was the Sleeping Beauty Killer she was both an asset and a liability. She liked him injecting and immobilising her and for a while it had slaked his thirst but it just wasn't the same. He could see the lust in Felicity's eyes when he fucked her while she was paralysed but it wasn't lust that he craved, it was terror.

Also he didn't get the essential delight and satisfaction of the hunt and ultimate gratification of killing his victims. Michael was still addicted to crossdressing which he still secretly practiced but it didn't give him the same thrill as acting out the part of victims.

For a while he considered bringing Felicity along when he next went hunting, he could use her to lure the selected victim into his web, a woman would not be expecting another woman to harm her. But he discarded the idea as too dangerous.

He accompanied his family to church on Sunday as the next day he would be back on the road. He didn't pay attention to the sermon instead he daydreamed about what he was going to do to his next quarry. As they were leaving the church he saw his eldest daughter Rebecca talking to a boy.

Michael studied Rebecca. She was turning eighteen soon but she was still naïve and childlike. He and Felicity kept strict control over their daughters, regulating every aspect of their lives.

Rebecca being the eldest had been granted a few stipends. She was wearing an A-line skirt a few inches above her knees, it was still very girly, red with a big bow in front, but she was showing some leg. She was allowed to wear pantyhose and her long legs shimmered in the weak winter sun. She was wearing a white blouse with puffy sleeves and her breasts swelled the front of it. Felicity allowed Rebecca to wear a little makeup and she was pretty, she self-consciously scuffed her black Mary-Jane's while she flirted with the boy.

"Go and get our daughter away from that boy!" Michael growled at his wife.

Felicity stormed over and pulled her daughter away from the young man who beat feet when he saw Michael Kendal glaring at him.

The girls were going to a birthday party after church and Felicity threatened to stop them doing so if they didn't behave themselves. It was an empty threat really because she was already moist in anticipation of spending the afternoon with Michael inside her.

"Are you keeping my girls safe?" Michael was grumpy when they got in the car to drive home.

"Yes honey; I had them checked only last week," Felicity replied.

At their parents behest, the Kendal's family doctor checked that the girls hymens were intact during their medical check-ups. Michael and Felicity had full access to their daughter's laptops, tablets and mobile phones and regularly checked their online activity, phone calls and texts.

Michael was well aware that he would have to give up his daughters eventually when they married but while they were living under his roof they lived under his rules.

Strangely enough, because the girls had been raised under strict parental control they didn't really mind. Their parents were loving and generous and the girls adored their father and were very respectful.

That afternoon as Felicity lay under him dressed in her sexy lingerie, heels and slut makeup and he pounded away at her prone body, Michael's thoughts kept drifting to the image of his teenage daughter dressed in her A-line skirt with her long legs and pretty face.

*****

Bradley and Penelope did the rounds of city's medical facilities, flashing their badges and asking questions about visiting doctors and specialists whose presence in Balwyn overlapped or coincided with the dates of the murders. Some were alibied by their sponsoring facility, the persons concerned were working, attending conferences, meeting or attending social events during the time of the murders but they were still left with a shortlist of persons of interest to track down.

Bradley tried to be as bright and breezy as he could but Penelope was grouchy and uncommunicative.

"We can't keep going like this Penelope. I'll make the same offer to you that I made when we first met. If you don't want me here I'll go back to San Antonio and the Field Office can send another Agent," Bradley said, finally exhausted with her attitude.

"You know we can't do that. You're too involved, you know too much about the case. Having someone come in cold would be counterproductive," Penelope snapped back at him.

"Look. I can't make myself un-love you but we can at least act life professionals," Bradley said.

"Well I can't make myself forget what you said either," Penelope sighed.

She checked her watch.

"Anyway it's quitting time. You can drop me off here on the corner. We'll work those other leads tomorrow," she pointed to a corner across the street from The Longhorn bar.

Bradley got a phone call at eleven that night, rousing him from his sleep. It was Silvia.

"You told Penelope that you loved her right?"

"Yes... what? Why are you ringing me at nearly midnight to ask that?" Bradley was tired and confused.

"Well if you do love her, get your ass down to the Longhorn. I can't go because I'd be duty bound to report what I see to the Chief of Detectives and if what my snoopy bartender friend tells me is true, she's steering headlong into trouble."

"Whatever you decide to do, we never had this conversation," Silvia broke the connection.

Bradley arrived at the Longhorn to find the place in full swing. Texas country was wailing from the jukebox and the crowd, mostly off duty cops, were drunk and rowdy. Bradley couldn't see Penelope so he forced his way to the bar. Jimmy, who had been Penelope's regular bartender, broke away from the crowd around the beer taps and waved to Bradley.

"Did Silvia send you?" he shouted over the din.

Bradley nodded.

"She went out back with that asshole Mitch O'Donnell. I cut her off because she's falling down drunk but she refused to go home. Mitch got a six pack from one of my less intelligent bartenders and enticed her outside with it," Jimmy said.

"If she ever gets sober, you tell her she's banned from here for a month," Jimmy turned and went back to his thirsty patrons.

Bradley went down the corridor past the men's and ladies restrooms, and past a stack of empty beer kegs. A patron had a girl in the corner and they were going at it pretty heavy, kissing and groping each other. The girl wasn't tall enough to be Penelope and she didn't have blonde hair so he knew it wasn't her. He kept walking and came to the exit to the rear car park.

The car park was gloomy, lit by two yellow sodium vapour lights. He heard a commotion coming from over near a pickup at the back of the car park and made his way over.

"Please Mitch, I wanna go home," he heard a woman drawl drunkenly.

"This won't take long princess then I'll take you home," he heard a man say.

"I feel sick, I think I'm gonna puke," the woman whined, slurring her words.

"I told you princess, just keep still and let me finish and you can go anywhere you want," the man hissed impatiently.