the car without being
groped – is nobody straight any more? – escaping with only a grateful lipstick smear. Tori cut me off in mid-explanation, with more understanding than the last time.
“She thinks you saved her life. Of course she kissed you! Anyway, you were visible at all the windows while you were checking the inside. And you weren’t absent long enough to take
advantage of her, even if she wasn’t a trans. I know how you feel about that.”
That explained the wrongness I’d been sensing. I knew her legs were too damn perfect! And no matter how well the transition goes, you can’t change pheromones. She still smelled male
to me.
“Er, thanks, I think.”
“Can we go home now? I’m really tired. I need a shower before I can even think about going to sleep. I stink of secondhand cigarette smoke and other people’s booze.”
“Of course.” I started the car. I was anxious to grill her about her change of heart and this might be the perfect time.
“And I’d like to take a look at your hand in better light.”
“It’s nothing, really.”
“It should still be cleaned properly, you don’t want it to infect.”
“Whatever you say, nurse!”
She drilled me in the ribs with one taloned finger. I grunted with mock pain.
“And I’d like to fuck your brains out while you still have that tux on.”
I nearly swerved into a lamppost. She chuckled wickedly.
“Home, Parker!”
“Yus, milady!”
I managed to get us home in one piece.
She took a look at my cut.
I did not manage to find out why she’d changed her mind about investigating the rape.
We eventually got around to that shower.
And sex in a tux is something else!
6
“Randall, you’ve got to come!”
“I’m in the shower, babe.”
“Randall, please! I need you.”
I wish I could say she was calling me because she wanted sex! It wasn’t that. The tone of her voice through the door sounded scared. After what she’d been through, I wasn’t
about to refuse any reasonable request. So I switched off the water, swathed myself in a bath towel and shot the bolt.
Tori grabbed my arm and dragged me into the lounge, pointing at the news programme showing on the television. I just had time to notice that her face was drawn and pale before what the reporter
was saying penetrated and I gave all my attention to the screen.
“…early this morning. The mutilated body of Lisa Valerie Moran was found bound and gagged on the floor of her rented flat in Waterloo Road, Blackpool. She was discovered by her
landlady, Eileen Stokes, after neighbours reported an unpleasant odour coming from the flat.
“Miss Moran, twenty-three and a student at the London School of Economics, was here on a working holiday. She had been living in Blackpool for five months and had few friends outside of
work and no family in the area, so her disappearance went largely unnoticed.
“She had been absent from her vacation job, as an exotic dancer at the Bird Of Paradise Club, for several days, causing concern amongst her colleagues, who said she had previously been a
punctual and regular attendee.
“Mrs Stokes, Miss Moran’s parents – Mr and Mrs Steven Moran – and her employer Mr Brian Jones, proprietor of the Bird Of Paradise, are currently assisting the police in
building a more complete picture of Miss Moran’s life. The police will be speaking to her fellow workers and anyone else who thinks they might have useful information. They have no suspects
at this time…”
Not getting an argument about why she should stay at my place should have made me feel better. It didn’t, not when the price of Tori’s compliance was another girl’s life and
fear for her own. Holding her while she shook and fell apart, undoing all the work she’d put in two days before, left me feeling frustrated and useless. I didn’t care what it took we
had to find out who was responsible.
I’d have to fill Dean in about this new development, as well as Brian
groped – is nobody straight any more? – escaping with only a grateful lipstick smear. Tori cut me off in mid-explanation, with more understanding than the last time.
“She thinks you saved her life. Of course she kissed you! Anyway, you were visible at all the windows while you were checking the inside. And you weren’t absent long enough to take
advantage of her, even if she wasn’t a trans. I know how you feel about that.”
That explained the wrongness I’d been sensing. I knew her legs were too damn perfect! And no matter how well the transition goes, you can’t change pheromones. She still smelled male
to me.
“Er, thanks, I think.”
“Can we go home now? I’m really tired. I need a shower before I can even think about going to sleep. I stink of secondhand cigarette smoke and other people’s booze.”
“Of course.” I started the car. I was anxious to grill her about her change of heart and this might be the perfect time.
“And I’d like to take a look at your hand in better light.”
“It’s nothing, really.”
“It should still be cleaned properly, you don’t want it to infect.”
“Whatever you say, nurse!”
She drilled me in the ribs with one taloned finger. I grunted with mock pain.
“And I’d like to fuck your brains out while you still have that tux on.”
I nearly swerved into a lamppost. She chuckled wickedly.
“Home, Parker!”
“Yus, milady!”
I managed to get us home in one piece.
She took a look at my cut.
I did not manage to find out why she’d changed her mind about investigating the rape.
We eventually got around to that shower.
And sex in a tux is something else!
6
“Randall, you’ve got to come!”
“I’m in the shower, babe.”
“Randall, please! I need you.”
I wish I could say she was calling me because she wanted sex! It wasn’t that. The tone of her voice through the door sounded scared. After what she’d been through, I wasn’t
about to refuse any reasonable request. So I switched off the water, swathed myself in a bath towel and shot the bolt.
Tori grabbed my arm and dragged me into the lounge, pointing at the news programme showing on the television. I just had time to notice that her face was drawn and pale before what the reporter
was saying penetrated and I gave all my attention to the screen.
“…early this morning. The mutilated body of Lisa Valerie Moran was found bound and gagged on the floor of her rented flat in Waterloo Road, Blackpool. She was discovered by her
landlady, Eileen Stokes, after neighbours reported an unpleasant odour coming from the flat.
“Miss Moran, twenty-three and a student at the London School of Economics, was here on a working holiday. She had been living in Blackpool for five months and had few friends outside of
work and no family in the area, so her disappearance went largely unnoticed.
“She had been absent from her vacation job, as an exotic dancer at the Bird Of Paradise Club, for several days, causing concern amongst her colleagues, who said she had previously been a
punctual and regular attendee.
“Mrs Stokes, Miss Moran’s parents – Mr and Mrs Steven Moran – and her employer Mr Brian Jones, proprietor of the Bird Of Paradise, are currently assisting the police in
building a more complete picture of Miss Moran’s life. The police will be speaking to her fellow workers and anyone else who thinks they might have useful information. They have no suspects
at this time…”
Not getting an argument about why she should stay at my place should have made me feel better. It didn’t, not when the price of Tori’s compliance was another girl’s life and
fear for her own. Holding her while she shook and fell apart, undoing all the work she’d put in two days before, left me feeling frustrated and useless. I didn’t care what it took we
had to find out who was responsible.
I’d have to fill Dean in about this new development, as well as Brian
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