Every Dog Has Its Day E-Book

L.L. Craft

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

It’s October, and a serial killer is stalking the unfaithful. Dubbed ‘Bad Kitty’ by the press, she seduces married men at Halloween parties and, using their lust, lures them to their deaths.

Detective Josh Wilson is not only the lead detective on the case, but because of his adulterous nature, is also her chosen prey. Along with his partner Matt Dennings, Josh discovers that Bad Kitty is a schizophrenic with two distinct personalities.

One is a childlike girl named Kitty who is harmless, but the other, Sophia, is a stone-cold killer hell-bent on protecting her Kitty and the woman whose body they share. While also contending with his wife Sheri and their failing marriage, Josh closes in on Bad Kitty and, after a near miss that almost costs him his life, they discover where she will strike next.

It’s Halloween, and Josh and Matt are at one of the biggest parties of the year. They’re convinced they will catch their cat, but Sophia and Kitty have other plans, and that's to show Josh that sooner or later Every Dog Has Its Day!

Leseprobe

Every Dog Has Its Day

By

Laura Lovecraft

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PUBLISHED BY: L.L. Craft Publications

Every Dog Has Its Day

Copyright © 2014 by Laura Lovecraft

Every Dog Has Its Day

Chapter One

“Hmm, now that I got you where I want you, whatever will I do?”

“Maybe take off that dress and fuck me?” Tim suggested to the tall masked woman looking down at him as he lay naked on the bed.

“Men.” She sighed, giving her long blonde hair a dramatic toss, “No imagination at all. You can do better than that.”

“I can’t do much of anything, like this.” Tim tugged hard on his wrists, managing to lift them a couple of inches before the soft purple ropes stopped his progress.

His ankles were also bound and his leg jerked against them when she tickled the sole of his foot with her gloved fingers.

“No excuse,” She chided.

“Okay, how about we start with that mask and let me see the rest of that gorgeous face of yours?”

“Better.” she giggled while touching the black cat mask that covered her face from the mouth up. “At least that’s nicer than let’s do it.”

“Do it?” Tim laughed, “I said fuck.”

“But that’s a bad word.” She giggled again and he smiled at her.

“I’m a bad man.” He winked, “Now, how about you tell me your name?”

“I told you, Kitty. Miss Kitty.”

“A very pretty kitty.”

“Aww aren’t you sweet?”

Sweet was not what Tim was feeling as his eyes worked their way up and down her body; to call the dress a mini would be giving it credit. Below the black tail sticking out of the back, the cheeks of her ass were visible any time she moved and the top was transparent except for two strategically placed silver paw prints over her nipples. She was wearing a pair of soft furry black gloves and black knee high boots with fur trim and heels so high he was amazed she was able to walk; the hottest fuck me boots he’d ever seen.

Because of the mask only her eyes and the lower part of her face was visible, but her deep red lips were full and inviting. Blow job lips if he’d ever seen them and her eyes were a dazzling emerald green, so bright he assumed they were contacts, but damn sexy, nonetheless.

“Come taste me and find out.” He offered.

She shook her head, her blonde hair flying around the black mask.

“Oh, come on.” He was getting a little frustrated now; he hadn’t come here to talk, “You’re not playing fair.”

“That’s the point, Timmy.” She smiled, her teeth white and even, as perfect as the rest of her. “All you like to do is use your dick, but tonight, is you’re lucky night.”

“Why’s that?” He looked down at his cock, which at the moment was starting to lose interest while she stood there in no hurry to do anything but tease.

“Because tonight I’m going to teach you some new tricks.” This was spoken in a seductive purr and Tim wondered what her game was.

From the time she’d approached him at the party at the Omni, Kitty, the only name she would give, had alternated between coming onto him like a slut in heat to acting like a giddy teenage girl. Not that there was anything wrong with a school girl fantasy, hell he’d paid for it several times, but the back and forth was getting weird.

Then again what the fuck? She had the body of a stripper, had spent a half hour grinding on his cock on the dance floor and whispered things in his ear that would make a porn star blush. Most of those things revolved around her having him tied down while she blew his mind, amongst other things. She’d told him she had a room at the small motel on the corner and how about they have some fun?

Tim was convinced she was a working girl who’d shown up to work the party. Will usually had a few sent from one of the escort services as a little extra bonus. So Tim decided since it was Halloween why not a treat himself with a trick?

They had barely gotten into the room when she was pulling at his Pirate costume. She’d had him unzipped him and stroking his cock before he even had his shirt off. He had made to pull her dress down and that was when she’d pointed to the bed, with the soft purple ropes and told him to lay down and let her take control. Tim figured control meant her on top, not a bunch of teasing. He was getting impatient, but forced a smile.

“I don’t need any lessons.”

“Not true, Timmy, all old dogs need to learn some new tricks.” The smile turned into a smirk and the words were delivered in a nasty tone.

Her eyes were unreadable and again he figured they weren’t real, but she’d had a lot to drink in the half hour they’d played around at the club and he wondered if she were drunk. He’d had more than a few, and tired of games, he gave up playing along.

“How about you turn one of yours for me and then you can teach me one?”

“Tricks? You think I’m a whore?” She sounded put off.

“Oh, come on back at the party you came right up to me and pretty much said let’s go. Then you asked if I wanted something special. Don’t worry, honey, I’m not cheap, I’ll take care of you.”

“I bet you will.” She grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze that bordered on painful. “And I’m not talking about money, this is quite nice.”

“Don’t go by feel,” he winked, “Hop on and take it for a test drive.”

“I think I will make good use of it.” She stroked him hard and fast, bringing him to his full length. “Hmm, this is a very nice cock.”

“I’ve never heard any complaints.”

“Just like you know you’re an attractive man, you’re not conceited, you’re convinced aren’t you, Timmy?”

“If I was convincing you’d be riding me right now.”

“Smooth talker.” She smirked, “But not as good as I would think a lawyer would be.”

“How do you know I’m a lawyer?” As good as her hand felt, he was getting edgy, he’d never told her anything about himself. Did she know him? Worse, did she know Mary? Her head cocked to the side as if listening to something, and then she smiled,

“A friend told me about you and how much fun you were” she said in the little girl voice.

“What friend, do I know you?”

“Besides, that party is for the courthouse.” She ignored his question “Judges, sheriffs, lawyers. You guys hang around and drink and talk about all the whores you fuck and how your wives are home, happy and stupid enough to trust you. You dogs stroke your egos like they’re your cocks.”

She had switched to the adult voice, the one that had oozed sex at the party, but now sounded full of contempt, but she squeezed the tip of his prick causing it to drip and now when she stroked him her glove was slick and he moaned softly as his hard flesh throbbed against her soft palm.

“It’s all about the cock, isn’t it? All you think about, all you think with. Typical guy and here I thought you’d be more fun.”

“I could say the same.” He rolled his eyes, “How about you untie me and we play a new game?”

“Not yet. I promised you a good time and you know you can’t say no to a good fuck, now can you?”

“Show me one and we’ll see.”

“Grabby little boy all dressed up like a man. Fine.” She released his cock, grabbed the straps of her dress and slid them down her shoulders. “We’ll just get right to it, how’s that?”

“Sounds good to me.” Tim licked his lips as her tits sprang into view.

Even better than he had imagined, round, high and firm with perfect little pink nipples that, despite her attitude, were hard and pointing directly at him. She shoved the dress past her hips and down her legs; exposing the fact she was wearing nothing beneath. Her pussy winked out at him from between her well toned thighs and he thought about her taking a ride on his tongue before they fucked. She made no move to remove the mask, boots or gloves and he wasn’t complaining, it was a great kinky little extra.

“Hey,” he said as she lifted her arms over her head, posing for him. “How about you sit on my face before you hop on the main attraction?”

“How about I just fuck you and you stop pretending you give a shit about what a woman wants?”

“I…oh…” he groaned as she cupped his balls in her hand, stroking him with the other. “Never mind….now come on, what’s your name?”

“Let’s just stick to kitty, pussy is all you understand anyway,” She grunted, but lowering her head teased the furry black ears on top of her mask around the tip of his cock.

“That’s a nice trick.” He relaxed now that she was finally getting down to it. Let her talk her weird shit, all that mattered now was her mouth would soon be too full to talk.

As if reading his mind, she opened her mouth and breathed on him causing his dick to twitch in her gloved hand.

“Don’t tease.” He strained against the bonds again.

“Oh, what’s this?” She grabbed his left wrist and pulled his hand up as far as the ropes allowed, “You’re married?”

“You care?”

“I guess if you don’t, I don’t.” she laughed, and then teased him by wagging her tongue provocatively over his yearning cock.

“Come on, please …”

“Oh, I forgot something! Hold on!”

Kitty, the only name it seemed he was going to get, began to turn, but stopped. “Hmm, don’t want you losing interest.”

She plucked something silver out from under the pillow and put her hand around the base of his shaft. Tim felt cold metal against his flesh and winced at the sound of a click and a sudden pressure.

“What…”

“A cock ring, so your favorite asset stays up for me.”

“Oh, I have no problem keeping it up, baby, trust me.” He tried to keep his tone joking even though the ring was so tight it was causing a painful throbbing in the tip as the blood was forced through it, was this one of those tricks to make him come harder that he’d heard about?

“I bet you don’t.” Kitty straightened and turned towards the nightstand giving him time to check out her amazing ass. “Well, maybe not with your whores, bet you don’t get hard for your wife, do you?”

“She…look she isn’t into things like this, she…”

“Of course not.” She shook her head, reaching into the drawer, “It’s always the wife. It can never be that you no longer interest her or she no longer yearns for the three pumps you give her that proceeds your obnoxious snoring.”

“W…what the hell are you talking about?” Tim struggled against the ropes for real this time. Between her tone and the now serious discomfort between his legs, he’d had enough. “Listen, untie me, I’d rather….”

“Sorry, I can’t do that.” Kitty said softly. “This will be messy enough as it is, can’t have you running around bleeding everywhere.”

“W….holy fuck!” Tim cried out at the sight of the long, curved knife in her hand.

“What’s the matter Tim? You didn’t know that’s what people do to dogs, neuter them?”

“Oh…Oh my God!” As she walked back over to the bed, Tim strained against the ropes until his shoulders popped from the effort, “Take my money, all of it! I…I don’t care; I never saw your face! I don’t know who you are, I won’t tell…”

His words trailed off into pathetic whimper when she took his still hard cock in her hand and pushed it back against his stomach. His body trembled at the feeling of the cold steel against his shaft and he watched, eyes bulging, as she slid the curved tip of the blade beneath his balls.

“See this is why we needed the ring, silly.” She smiled “You’d be all soft right now!” she laughed hysterically as if she’d said something funny.

“You know, Sophia, this isn’t very fair.” The little girl voice was back.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake! Why do you always have to try to be so nice?” That was spoken in her original voice and Tim felt a chill go down his spine, crazy, she was fucking crazy.

“Well, he’s not a bad guy. I mean boys have to do what they have to do right?” The little girl voice asked.

“Men are dogs! They break hearts and ruin lives; I would think you would know that!”

“I…” her lip protruded into a trembling pout, “Yeah they do hurt our feelings don’t they?”

“Yes, and we can’t have you hurt now can we, my sweet little girl?” She purred and releasing his cock stroked her cheek in a comforting gesture.

“You’ll protect me?” she leaned her face into her hand, nuzzling into it.

“Of course, don’t I always save you from the mean men who hurt you?”

“Yes, you do, and I love you for it.”

“And I love you. Now, back to this dog.”

“He looks real scared.” she pouted again, “Hey, can we play the game, give him a chance?”

“Put Good Kitty away, my love, it’s time for Bad Kitty to come out.”

“I guess, but….please? One chance? Then I’ll be bad kitty for you!”

“Hmm” she removed the knife from his balls and he felt a glimmer of hope. “Do you deserve a chance dog?”

“Yes, please!” He begged, “Please?”

“Okay.” She nodded, “One chance, but it’s only for my sweet girl. I am going to ask a question, and if I think you answered honestly, I will leave you here tied up. I’ll take your wallet so don’t talk to the cops because I’ll know where to find you, deal?”

“Yes! I…I swear I won’t say anything!”

“Okay.” She caused him to flinch when she grabbed his helplessly swollen cock by the head and held it straight up.

Tapping his wedding band with the tip of the knife, she said, “Your wife’s name is Mary.”

“How do you know, that?”

“Because I know you dog, so be honest. How long have you been married?”

“T..ten years.”

“Kids?”

“Yes!” He lied, hoping to gain sympathy.

“That’s a lie.” She slapped his turgid cock, causing him to cry out in pain, “You have no children.”

“I’m sorry!”

“That better be the last lie you tell. Now, Tim, is this the first time you cheated on Mary?”

“Y… No!” he cried as she dug the tip of the knife into his finger just under the ring.

“Good answer,” she paused, “See, sweetie, I even gave him a second chance, just for you.”

“Thank you!” she giggled

“Anything for my pretty kitty, now back to Mr. Dog here.” She held the knife up in front of his face and he shook his head to try to clear the sweat from his eyes.

“Okay, this is it. Tell me, do you love Mary, Tim?”

“Y…yes.”

“Really?” The childlike smile was back. “Really, with all your heart?”

“Yes, more than anything!”

“Yay!” she exclaimed, “Good answer!”

“It is?” Oh, thank God.

“Yeah! The best one, know why?”

She gave him a huge child like smile and forcing himself to smile back he asked, “Why?”

“Because….” Her lips twisted into a snarl. Drawing the blade back she screamed, “You’re fucking lying!”

The knife descended and amidst the spraying blood and screaming, she giggled, “They always lie, don’t they?”

“Yes, my sweet little girl” she answered twirling the knife expertly in her right hand while holding her dripping prize in the other. Spinning the knife once more she lashed out in a back hand swing, but this time much higher to cut off the sound of his pathetic screams, “They always do.”

Chapter Two

Josh’s eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly, his hand reflexively going for the gun under his left arm. All it connected with was sweaty skin and exhaling loudly; he slumped against the head board, waiting for his heart to stop pounding. He rubbed his face, his hand making a scraping sound against the two days worth of growth on his cheeks, and reaching over to the small table next to the bed, pushed his holstered Glock out of the way to grab the pack of Marlboros.

Blinking his stinging eyes, he shook the cheap bic lighter out of the pack along with a cigarette and inhaled deeply as he lit it. Releasing the smoke, Josh remained leaning against the bed, his senses coming back to him one at a time. He swallowed painfully, his throat dry, scratchy and filled with the aftertaste of beer and Johnny Walker. On a more pleasant note, his nose was filled with the sweet scent of pussy.

He relaxed slumping further down into the bed as he looked around the small barely furnished bedroom of Marla, his current favorite stress relief. Aside from the bed there was only one nightstand and a beat up bureau against the wall. The cherry veneer was peeling off of the cheap wood beneath and the mirror leaning on top of it had a small crack in it. On the wall across from him was a large poster of a colorful butterfly with the word Believe beneath it.

The bright poster stuck out in the otherwise dingy room and Josh frowned at it. For some reason seeing something motivational in the room of a hooker carried a feeling of sadness to it.

“Stop believing,” he muttered, “It’ll be less painful in the end.”

He picked up his cell, ignoring the three missed calls and voicemails from Matt and was relieved to see it was only a little after nine, Sheri wouldn’t didn’t get home from work until around one. He still had a couple of hours to hang out here, maybe get a little more sleep, then another round with Marla. He crushed out the cigarette in the ashtray next to him. There were two left in the pack and that would be all he would smoke until tomorrow because he’d told Sheri he would quit.

He’d cut down a lot, but the last week had him on edge and he’d picked up again. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. In the grand scheme of things the cigarettes would be nothing compared to what would happen if she found out about his other habit, women. As he put the phone back, Josh stared at his left hand and the simple gold band around his finger.

The ring brought back images of the dream that had woke him up. Severed fingers and severed cocks. Bloody mouths stuffed with the gory oozing remains of testicles. Those images didn’t just appear in his dreams, but almost every waking hour since the killings had six days ago. Whether it was because of how horrific the crimes were or the fact Josh’s personal lifestyle would qualify him as a perfect victim of the killer, he couldn’t shake them.

He glanced again at the phone, three missed calls from Matt. Had it happened again? Was there another guy lying in some cheap motel surrounded by blood soaked sheets? Eyes wide open, bulging in pain and terror as he bled out from his throat and groin. What was the last thing they had seen? What did she look like; did she show them at the end?

Josh forced himself to leave the phone alone. He’d been working day and night for the last week and told Matt he was taking tonight off. He was on call if anything happened, but what the hell? He had fallen asleep and not heard the phone. Tonight he’d decided to unwind and have some fun, take a break, get his mind off things and be able to go back at it fresh tomorrow.

Josh grabbed the bottle of Johnny Walker from the nightstand and not bothering with the glass next to it, took three long swallows. The liquor caused a warm trail down his throat that turned into an uncomfortable burn when it hit his stomach, but relaxed him nonetheless. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift, focusing on the smell of Marla on his face and the thought of her talented mouth working his cock.

He must have dozed because his eyes opened at the feeling of weight on the bed next to him and he smiled as Marla’s hand caressed his hard flat stomach.

“Hey baby,” she purred in his ear, “You want to play some more with your favorite pussy?”

“I think I just might…Jesus Christ!” Josh cried out as he turned his head and was confronted with a Cat mask

Throwing himself off to the side, he leaped off the bed ripping the Glock from its holster and raising it.

“Oh my God!” Marla screamed, pulling the mask from her face, “Josh, what the fuck?”

“Jesus…” He gasped, lowering the gun, “You…scared the shit out of me!”

“I…its only a cat.” She looked at the mask, “You afraid of cats?”

“When there’s a fucking psycho out there calling herself Bad Kitty, yeah…they’re a little creepy.”

He put the gun back in the holster and sat on the side of the bed.

“Sorry, baby.” She tossed the mask on the floor and grabbing his shoulder said, “Lay back and I’ll make you think about another kind of pussy.”

“Yeah.” He nodded swinging his legs back up onto the bed and leaning against the pillows, “But do yourself a favor and don’t wear that fucking thing anywhere, okay?”

“Why? I…”

“Don’t ask me why. Just don’t do it.”

“Yes officer.” She slipped off the bed and walked around to the foot of it.

Marla was in the short white silk robe he’d bought her last month, and pulling the ties let it fall open to expose her perky little tits with their delicious chocolate nipples. Josh let his eyes work their way down her stomach admiring her smooth skin and lingered on the dark cleft of her pussy.

“You like?” she cupped her tits for him, stroking her nipples with her pink nails.

“I do.” He said, his cock rising between his legs, “White looks good on you.”

“Especially on my lips.” She ran her pink tongue across them for emphasis, “Bet that would make you forget all about that stupid mask, wouldn’t it?”

“We can try, now take the robe off.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

The robe hit the floor and Marla got onto her knees on the bed and crawled up between his legs. Her perfect ass was in the air and he could feel her nipples sliding along his leg as she made her way towards his fully erect cock. Taking it in her hand she placed a soft kiss on the head before sucking him into her warm, wet mouth.

“Hmm,” she moaned, “You bad boy, you taste like pussy.” She flicked a tongue across the tip, “And not your wife’s.”

“Nope, just some whore.” He grinned.

Her brown eyes narrowed, “Don’t call me that. I’ve been working and trying not to do…”

“But you still do, don’t you Marla?” he enjoyed baiting her, “Every night or once a week a whore’s a whore.”

“You don’t mind this whore.”

“I don’t.” he ran his fingers through her long hair, the hair he gave her money to straighten because he liked it that way. “I’m a big fan of whores.”

“You don’t have to call me one.” She stroked his cock, “You can just call me…”

“What? My girlfriend, my mistress? My Sunday Night thing?” he laughed, “I like calling you a whore. It’s good for people to know what they are.”

“Then I should call you an asshole?” she started to sit up.

“No,” he held her head, just hard enough so she stopped moving. “You call me your free ride because I’m why your little night job hasn’t gotten you busted yet and the reason you get your nails done and some pretty clothes.”

“I…appreciate it, Josh, but you could be a little nicer.”

“I could, but why would I?” he sighed, “Whether I give you money or not, I am giving you things in exchange for fucking your hot little pussy so you’re still a whore Marla, so stop playing around and do what you’re good at.”

Marla stared at his cock and he added, “Oh, come on, you know you want to, besides, it’s just a game, if I didn’t like you I wouldn’t come back.”

“That’s better.” She gave him a smile, and then caused him to moan as she took him deep into her mouth.

Marla bobbed her head slowly, her hand following her lips, stroking him as she blew him. Her other hand caressed his balls and running his hands along the smooth dark skin of her back he sighed, “Goddamn you give a good blow job.”

She responded by taking him all the way, wrapping her lips around the base of his shaft and shaking her head back and forth.

“Damn.” He gave her a nasty smirk, “See this is why it’s worth going to a professional, they do it right.”

The look of anger in her eyes caused his cock to twitch in her mouth, and he continued, “Takes a lot of experience to suck like that doesn’t it?”

She started to pull his cock from her mouth, but he held her head down, “You know you get into this Marla, and isn’t that what you do? Give the guys whatever they want no matter what?”

Their eyes met and her anger faded and with a look of defeat she resumed bobbing her head.

“There you go, know your place.” He whispered watching his cock slide between her full lips.

Mara sucked faster, her ass grinding into the bed.

She was turned on and she knew it. Little slut loved being talked down to; they all did, some just never admitted it. He rocked his hips in time with her mouth, shoving his cock deeper each time her head descended. He thought about just letting her suck him off, after all he’d already fucked her once, but staring at her ass and watching her hips move made him want her again.

“How about you slide up?”

Marla removed his cock from her mouth and with an eagerness that made him smile, slid up until her pussy was directly over his cock.

“Higher.”

“Oh, you want another taste?” she grabbed the headboard and pulling her legs up, placed her feet on either side of his shoulders, squatting over his head.

Reaching between her legs she spread her dark lips, showing off the pink flesh between them. Then lowered herself and moaned softly as he flicked his tongue across her clit.

“I do like the taste of your pussy,” he told her, wrapping his hands around her thighs, pulling her down to his face.

“The darker the berry the sweeter the juice, right baby?”

Her words were followed by a groan when he plunged his tongue inside of her. He swirled it around getting a mouthful of her sticky juices, before working it slowly through her lips and across her clit. Marla moaned and rocked her hips as he fluttered his tongue back and forth. Josh slid his hands along her sides, finding her small firm breasts and toying with her nipples while sucking on her swollen button.

“Oh, fuck.” Marla moaned, “Oh, just like that, baby!” she moved her hips in circles, grinding her pussy into his face and whimpering as he alternated licking and sucking her clit.

Her breathing became loud and heavy, each breath ending in a soft whimper and her thighs were trembling around his face. He sucked harder on her clit and gave her nipples a hard pinch. Marla came long and loud, wailing like a banshee as she bucked wildly on his face.

Some guys didn’t care if the women they were with faked it or not, but Josh did and he knew he was making it more than worth it for Marla to put up with some of his shit, the rest he made up for in money. Marla moaned and slumped against the headboard, breathing hard as the last of the orgasm flowed through her.

Grabbing her hips, Josh pushed down and without any further coaxing, Marla slid back down the bed and directly onto his waiting cock. He sighed contentedly as he sank into her hot flesh and as she rode him he fondled her tits and watched his cock disappears in her smooth pussy. He enjoyed the way her dark skin looked against his much lighter body and recalled how his racist father had told him he better never catch him playing with any ‘coon pussy’

His father had been full of pearls of wisdom like that and Josh smiled at the thought of what his father would think of this. Then again his father had also told him you should only marry once, but you could fuck as many as you wanted. So maybe he wasn’t completely full of shit.

“Hmm, you got such a nice fucking cock.” Marla moaned, now bouncing up and down, driving down hard on him.

“Do you get extra when you tell them that?” he asked with a grin.

Marla ignored him, leaning over, she placed her hands on his chest and worked her hips hard and fast. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and pulling her down to him, held her pinned against his chest and lifting his hips fucked her as hard as he could. Marla was yelping in his ear and the noise was driving him crazy and despite the fact he’d cum about an hour earlier he was already getting close and thrust even harder.

Sensing he was close, Marla slipped off his cock, and kneeling between his legs took his cock in her mouth, bobbing her head rapidly.

“Oh, yeah.” He moaned, “Suck that cock, keep sucking, I….Oh fuck.” Josh groaned as he exploded in her mouth.

Marla moaned and her eyes rolled back as she sucked his spurting cock even harder. Her cheeks hollowed and he gasped as she took every drop. Marla released his cock and giving it a kiss sat up on her knees, “I know you said I look good in white, but sometimes I just rather take it all.”

“Win win for me either way.” He told her, “You are a hot little thing, Marla.”

“Why thank you,” she leaned over and ran her hands over his chest and stomach, “You’re not so bad yourself, sexy. You want to go back to sleep for awhile?”

He looked over to see it was now after ten, “Nah, I have to get going, need to get my ass home.”

“Okay.”

Josh swung his legs over the bed and as he grabbed his boxers and slipped them on, Marla threw herself onto the bed on her back and stretched. Josh looked down her lithe dark body and shook his head, “Have to tell you Marla, you’re getting to be a real bad habit.”

“That’s what I’m hoping.” She smiled.

Josh stood and pulling his pants up grabbed his shirt.

“Hey, Josh?”

“Yeah?” he asked, buttoning his shirt.

“I meant what I said; I’ve been working and not going online as much, that’s why I’m in this place I wanted to get away from the other girls.”

“Good for you.” He muttered donning the shoulder holster and picking up his wallet and badge.

“Well I don’t have as much money and was wondering if, you know, you could help me out?”

“Help you out?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m good to you right, you like fucking me?”

“I’m not here for conversation” he looked around, “Or the ambiance.”

“So, maybe you can give me something?”

“Sure.” What the hell, she was worth it.

Opening his wallet he removed a hundred dollar bill and handed it to her.

“Thank you, I…” she stopped when he pulled it a few inches away from her hand.

“Hold on, you only get it on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

He smirked and held the bill in front of her face, “Tell me you’re a whore.”

Chapter Three

Josh tore down Main Street, weaving in and out of traffic flashing his lights to blow through the intersections. He had plenty of time to get home, but just felt like airing out the new Camaro he’d been commissioned. Matt had taken the car the first few days so this was his first night with it and he was enjoying the way the powerful car handled. Passing Broad Street, Josh glanced to the right looking down the street towards the South Providence where he’d grown up.

Until his teens, when his mother finally smartened up and ditched his old man, Josh had lived in a series of cockroach infested apartments in inner city ghettos. Now here he was making good money in a respected career, driving a brand new sports car, with a pretty wife and plenty of action on the side.

“This countries been good to you, boy.” Josh said aloud, quoting his uncle Jack a retired Lieutenant, who years ago had taken him and his mom in and got him on the right path and helped him get into the academy.

Josh turned the corner and hit the brakes, slowing the car down to a crawl. He was approaching the Knights of Columbus hall and from the large double doors a crowd of people, all in costumes were emerging. Josh pulled over and lighting his last cigarette watched the colorful crowd cross street and head down the sidewalk.

He watched the women, forcing himself not to be distracted by some of the risqué costumes. His eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat when the last couple out the door was a man dressed as some type of phantom and a woman dressed as a cat. They stopped two cars down from him and lifting his mask, the woman kissed him. Her mask left her lower face open and as he stared at the gloves on her hand Josh whispered,

“It can’t be this easy.”

The street light caught the gleam of a wedding band on the man’s hand and Josh killed the motor. The kiss broke and taking him by the hand, the woman led him across the street. Josh’s excitement grew when he saw them following two other couples that were heading for the Marriott across the street from the hall.

Josh reached into the glove compartment and grabbed his two way, planning on calling for back up, but then decided against it. If it wasn’t her he’d look like an ass, but if it was? What a feather in his cap this would be. Right out of his whore’s bed he might make the biggest bust of his career.

He got out of the car and crossing the street managed to get in front of the couple, whom he noticed were listing to the side as they walked.

“Excuse me.” He said putting his hand up, “Can I have a word with you?”

The guy stared at him, his eyes bleary from drinking, “Ask us what, who the hell are you?”

“Detective Josh Wilson, Providence PD” he flashed his shield.

“Hey we’re not driving,” the woman’s voice was slurred, “We have a room for the night.”

Josh looked her up and down, taking in her long legs and impressive tits. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes behind the mask. Her eyes were glazed and she was leaning on the guy, but it could be an act.

“Sir, do you know this woman?”

“Of course I do, she’s my wife.”

“What’s the matter, officer?” she asked, “Why are you bothering us?”

“Sir, can you step over here for a minute please?” Josh took a couple of steps to the side and gestured for him to follow.

The guy said something to her and came over to him. As he approached, Josh stared past him watching to see if she would run.

“Is there a problem detective?”

“Listen,” Josh said softly, “I’m not here to judge or bust balls.”

“What do you mean?” he looked confused and behind him, the woman stood there with her arms folded, tapping her booted foot impatiently, she didn’t seem scared, just annoyed.

“I need to know if that’s really your wife and like I said if she’s just your fun for the night, that’s cool, that’s not what I’m here for.”

“You know, not every guy is punk who can’t keep it in his pants.” He said heatedly, “Christ, someone sees a guy happy to be with a woman and it can’t be his wife?”

“I said I’m not judging and neither should you. Not everyone’s a boy scout, but you’re saying that’s your wife?”

“Hold on.” He removed his wallet from beneath the costume and showed Josh his I driver’s license; Derek Jacobs.

“Julie, can you come show the detective your license?”

“I suppose.” She stumbled over to them almost falling and when she reached them leaned against the man as she had before.

Digging into her small purse she produced her driver’s license

Josh glanced from one id to the other, “I’m sorry Mister and Misses Jacobs. This was a misunderstanding. I apologize for the confusion.”

“You’re looking for that woman aren’t you?” Julie asked, “The one killing married men.”

“I…can’t say.”

“You pretty much just did.” She shrugged, “Well, good to see you do your job.”

“So its true,” Her husband, said, “She always dresses like a cat?”

“Always? We don’t know.” Josh lied, “But she did the last time” the press had made sure people had heard that after the last victim was found. “So…just checking.”

“Well I’m checking in. Have a good night detective.” Julie stumbled away, righted herself and headed into the hotel.

“Sorry again.” Josh said, feeling like an idiot.

“Don’t be, it is good to see the police are being diligent, this thing is getting damn creepy.”

“That it is.” Josh said, “You have a good time with your wife tonight, sir.”

“You as well, detective.” He pointed at Josh’s hand. “I meant what I said, not every guy is cheat, there are plenty of good men around like us.”

“Yeah.” Josh nodded and giving him a friendly clap on the shoulder turned to head back to his car thinking all good men head home with another woman’s pussy on their face.

Might not be good, he thought, starting the car and revving the engine, but he was happy.

Chapter Four

Josh cruised slowly down his street, keeping the car quiet. In his part of suburbia everyone seemed to be in bed by eleven. He pulled into the driveway and stared at the house, which except for being blue was identical to the house to the left of it, as well as the right and pretty much every house on the fucking block.

Why Sheri had wanted to live in this cookie cutter neighborhood he would never understand, but like he always did, he went along with it. Josh figured it was an even exchange; he let her have whatever she wanted to keep her happy and he had his girls on the side. The difference being he knew everything Sheri had and she had no idea what he did. Sheri trusted him completely and he supposed that should make him feel bad, but end of the day he just counted himself as lucky.

He smirked as he made his way along the side of the house to the back door. He would have to remember to slip that in when he talked to Matt. To say his partner of the last four years was a fucking goody two shoes was like saying the sun was warm. Matt was a damn good cop, but somehow still naïve enough to think things should be….well the way they were supposed to be. In a society that was gray, Matt still saw only black and white.

The fact most everyone who knew Matt loved that quality about him, especially Sheri, Josh loved to tweak him any chance he could. So in between their work and everyday conversation, the game was Matt telling Josh what an asshole he was and him telling Matt what a goddamn old lady he was. He would also never fail to remind him, which of the two was married and which lived alone and ate TV dinners every night.

Odd that such a soft hearted feminist in male skin would be single, but then again whether they admitted it or not, deep down most women wanted to be treated like shit in one way or another and Matt was too much of a pussy for them. Matt claimed Josh treated Sheri poorly, as he was well aware of his habits, but truth was Josh was pretty good to her. She was the one he loved, or as much as he was capable of loving, the others he just fucked.

Josh let himself in the kitchen and shutting the light off over the stove Sheri always left on for him, headed out to the living room. Despite how exhausted he was and the amount he’d had to drink, he’d slept a couple of hours at Marla’s and the adrenalin surge from thinking he might have had their elusive kitty had him wide awake. Against his better judgment he figured he’d watch the news and listen to the reporters tell the city how inept Providence PD was.

After the news he’d shower, washing away Marla and then go to sleep to avoid talking with Sheri. He flopped into his comfortable recliner and picking up the remote flipped on the TV. There was a commercial on and pulling out his phone he bit the bullet and listened to the four messages he had there. The first was from Sheri and almost word for word the same one she left him every night for the decade they had been together.

“Hi my love, just calling to tell you I love you and to make sure you stay safe and come back home to me, love you!”

The next one was Matt as usual telling him his life story.

“Hey, Josh, okay, I have appointments with four girls tonight, two from back page, one from Craig’s list and another from a personals ad from nightlife. They’re from eight up to one, hopefully one of them has heard or knows something. I have a list of names to give to the detail and if you want to…”

“Shut up.” Josh skipped to the next message.

“Listen the second girl gave me a name, a girl that goes by Pretty Kitty, says she wears costumes for her johns all year round, going to try to get in with her.”

The next call, Matt sounded pissed off and her grinned.

“Hope you’re having fun, hey while you’re with your whore du jour, why don’t you ask her some questions, you know, do your fucking job.”

Josh dropped the phone onto his end table and started to focus on the news.

“Hey, baby, how was your night?”

Josh jerked his head around to see Sheri coming into the room. She was wearing a pair of blue lace shorts and matching tank top that left her stomach bare and was tight enough to show every contour of her breasts. Those breasts were nothing short of perfect, not huge, but far more than a handful.

He recalled the early days of their marriage when just a glimpse of her cleavage would have him all over her. He still thought they were damn fine, but they were already his. No matter how hot a woman was the shine wore off when you could have them anytime you wanted them. Removing his eyes from her tits so she wouldn’t think he was looking for anything he noticed her long sandy brown hair was tousled and her hazel eyes looked bleary from sleep.

“Hey, what are you doing home?” he asked, shutting the TV off.

“Nice to see you too, Josh.” She said, stepping in front of him.

“Sorry, you just surprised me. Where’s your car?”

“I had a bad headache, couldn’t even see straight, Laura drove me home.”

“Oh, you’ve been getting a lot of those lately, think you should call the doctor?”

“They’ll pass.” She shrugged, causing her tits to bounce fetchingly, but he quickly averted his gaze, again “Might just be nerves.”

“Work getting to you? That can’t be easy at night; I’ve seen some of the people the cops bring there when they find them.”

Not to mention Crossroads, the shelter for transients and displaced families where she now worked paid squat compared to what she had been making doing psychiatric evaluations at Memorial Hospital, he thought disgustedly, but much like Matt, Sheri still thought she could save the world one person at a time.

“Yours is.” She put her hands on the arms of the recliner and leaned over him. “It scares me when you’re working on something like this.”

“I’ve been in homicide for eight years, Sheri.” He leaned his head back, conscious of the fact he was still wearing Marla like cologne. Marla, the new fragrance for the discerning player, the thought came quickly and even as Sheri leaned in to kiss him, he almost laughed, his nerves really were getting to him. He turned, giving her his cheek.

Sheri looked at him oddly, but sounded fine when she spoke.

“Usually you’re investigating murders where the suspects are known and half the time you never get involved in the arrest, something like this…baby, this woman is crazy and dangerous.”

“Please, she’s a woman, she’s only dangerous when her victims are tied down, and she’d never be able to take down a guy like me.”

“You still can’t be reckless,” she smiled, “Besides you’re not the type of guy she’s after anyway. But I bet I could take you down,” she placed her hand on his cheek, keeping his head still and kissed him softly.

He returned the kiss quickly, trying for a brief peck, but Sheri kept her lips to his, kissing him more deeply. Her soft lips caressed his and her fingers slid into his short black hair. Her other hand slid down to his waist and worked its way under his shirt to fondle his stomach. Josh kissed her back, but all he could think of was the scent and the fact he’d gotten off twice already and wasn’t sure he could get going again.

That wouldn’t be the first time and it would lead to more of her feeling sorry for herself or for them or…Sheri broke the kiss and straightening pointed down at him, “What the fuck Josh?”

“W…what…”

“You know what! Don’t play dumb with me; you don’t think I can taste that?”

“Sheri, look, I…” rare were the times in his life Josh had been at a loss for words, but this was one of them.

“You told me you’d quit!” she snapped, “You smell like a damn ashtray.”

“I…” a surge of relief flowed through him, “Yeah, okay, you got me, I’ve been smoking, but only the last few days and just a few.”

“You promised me Josh!” she crossed her arms over her chest, pushed out her lips and gave her hair a toss, the classic Sheri brat pose. “You gave me your word!”

“Oh, for fucks sake.” He rolled his eyes, “It’s just for now, I’m working arou [...]