CSI: Shark-Infested Waters
The Greek House was located near UNLV and was a magnet for college students. It was alive and vibrated with excitement. Since drinking had just banned on campus, it drew an even larger crowd than normal. The addition of the Clearwater girls, advertising a new low-carbohydrate beer, drew more on top of that. Bodies were packed tightly together in violation of public occupancy laws. Togas were optional.
Nick and Warrick selectively scanned the crowd like two sharks after a ship sinking. They didn't want to waste any energy on anything but the best. And they had a lot to choose from. The place was packed with young women in various stages of drunkenness.
"What do you think?" Nick asked over the loud din of rap music that blared from several speakers.
"A target rich environment," Warrick responded. "Let's look around."
Nick shook his head in disbelief and smiled as two girls, scantily clad in tiny white shorts and white blouses knotted off beneath their jiggling breasts, writhed in each other's arms to the rhythm of music. Both had dyed blond hair, hard bodies, and gorgeous legs and faces. One sensed him looking, glanced over, and smiled. She gestured for him to join in. Warrick had moved through a wall of bodies and disappeared, so Nick accepted the invitation.
He stepped up to the girls, slipped his arms around their slender waists, and moved his body with theirs. The one that initially saw him gave Nick a sultry smile, reached a hand out, and pressed it against his crotch. His excitement surged and he stirred to life from the erotic pressure. Nick moved his mouth to hers and they kissed. As soon as their lips touched her hot, writhing tongue pushed fully into Nick's mouth. He was surprised by her enthusiasm and detected that she was looking for an armed torpedo to sink her ship.
She separated from her friend and set her sights on him. The other girl backed away, and left the two alone. He tasted sugar and alcohol in their kiss, as her mouth devoured his. Nick's tongue entwined with hers, entered her mouth, and pushed to the back of her throat. His left hand remained around her waist as his right pressed against her smooth, flat bare belly and down. When it reached the top edge of her shorts it moved over them and pushed between her legs. The girl groaned excitedly.
Her mouth pulled away from his and moved to his ear. "Touch me all over. I am so hot. You don't have to be gentle, either. I'm okay with that."
She retreated and he looked into her dazzling blue eyes in surprise. She gave him the sexiest, steamiest look he'd ever seen and his penis soared. Her crotch started bumping against his, rubbing on the erection that was getting larger by the minute. His left hand cradled her waist but his right reached up and cupped a glorious swell.
Her face indicated extreme pleasure as he squeezed and caressed the bouncing mound. His fingers grasped the nipple and, testing her, pinched and twisted on the swollen nub. He couldn't hear her groaning over the music, but he saw it on her incredible face. He twisted harder and she was more aroused. Her body danced against his fully hardened cock and his balls filled with seed. His torpedo was armed.
"I'm sort of with somebody," Nick told her.
"That guy? Are you queer?" she challenged.
The look he gave her confirmed his straight status. She reached down, took his left hand into her right, and guided him through the crowd. They moved past dancing bodies, most of which were sweetly scented women, to the extreme northeast corner of the club. Her left hand pushed a door open and led him into the women's bathroom.
Six stalls lined the north wall. Four of the stall doors were closed. When the spring-loaded entry door shut behind them and stifled the music Nick heard breathless groaning from several locations and he could smell sex.
His beautiful partner pulled him into an available stall and locked the door. As soon as they were hidden from view her hands reached down and popped the buttons of her blouse open. The fabric separated and she proudly displayed her naturally firm, upright swells and nipples. His eyes admired them for a brief moment, and then his hands reached out and filled with the soft, warm flesh.
He sat down on the toilet and pulled her, standing, between his legs. He fondled the bewitching mounds and pressed his mouth upon the valley between them. He kissed and licked the quivering skin. His mouth moved to a hardened nipple and gorged on it. His lips and tongue sucked and teased until it was as large as it would ever be. His teeth took their turn and roughly bit on the nub, and her moans of pleasure spiked and surged with the biting of his teeth. He could smell her sex as her pussy grew wet with excitement.
"Eat my pussy," she requested in a breathless voice. "After that, you can do whatever you want with me."
The young college co-ed knew precisely what she wanted, and Nick eagerly complied. His hands reached down. He unbuttoned and unzipped the tiny white denim shorts and pulled them down over her shapely hips and sleek thighs. Once they reached the knees gravity pulled them down her calves. She stepped out of her sandals and kicked the shorts aside. Nick looked at the silver and gold striped thong that covered her pussy. It was darkened with flowing nectar. His fingers looped around the tiny straps and peeled it away from her crotch.
Her pussy was bald; freshly shaved, as a matter of fact. There was no stubble at all. He'd seen female homicide victims that shaved, and even after death the hair grew. But this girl's rising pelvic mound was baby-soft smooth, and he adored it. She moved her left leg up and placed it on the toilet paper dispenser, readily opening herself up to him. Nick was amazed by the beauty of the tiny folds of pink flesh that her efforts revealed to him.
"Come on, lick it," she pleaded impatiently. "Afterwards I'm all yours."
His head moved between her smooth, quivering thighs. His lips pressed against the swollen, pulsating folds that glistened with her essence. Nick kissed and lightly licked the flesh, but her excitement demanded more. Her hands reached down and wrapped around his head. She anxiously drew his face tightly to her pussy and rubbed herself upon his mouth. Loud groaning ensued.
The fingers of his right hand pushed the outer folds apart and his tongue pushed into the valley within. His left hand caressed up and down her raised right thigh. His moving tongue teased the palpitating clitoris, generating renewed groaning. Her nectar smeared against his lips, chin, and cheeks as he gladly feasted on her succulent center. A finger moved to her portal of love, and pressed against the tiny orifice. It eased into the canal. Her muscle invited the finger deeply inside and surrounded it with hot, steamy affection.
"Oh, yeah," she groaned approvingly. "Finger-fuck me hard and make me cum."
Nick pushed a second finger in and stretched her tight canal wider. The two entwined as one and quickly plunged in and out of her pussy. His lips and tongue placed direct stimulation on her hooded clit, and her body shook with erotic pleasure. She grew wetter by the second. Her moaning quickened as did her twitching as she approached climax.
The girl's gorgeous body tensed for an instant, then erupted. A flood of nectar surged from her pussy as Nick rapidly finger-fucked and ate her flesh. Her groaning intensified as she twitched and shuddered in sexual release. Her body repeatedly slammed into and vibrated the metal housing that shrouded the toilet in privacy. In the stall beside them another did the same.
When her orgasm dissipated Nick withdrew his head. He quickly loosened his pants as she removed her right leg from the toilet-paper dispenser and rubbed life back into the stiff and tingling limb. By the time feeling returned to her leg Nick's impressive cock towered beneath her and oscillated temptingly.
His hands grasped her waist and pulled her down to his lap. Her luscious thighs parted and she straddled him. Her soft fingers wrapped around him as she lowered her body. Nick groaned in delight as the sensitive head pushed between the juicy outer folds and pressed into the snug valley. She rotated her body back and forth and smeared him with her slippery nectar.
When he was well lubricated she moved him to the orifice and plunged half his length inside her wondrous canal. Her hips gyrated forward and back, side to side, and worked his throbbing penis deeper. Her tight walls loosened and he felt himself ramming into her. After several upward thrusts he was balls-deep in her exquisite flesh.
"Oh, baby, that feels so great," she groaned aloud as her body rocked up and down and willing impaled herself.
Nick filled and refilled her hot canal with his penis. She breathlessly bobbed up and down and shuddered like a floundering fish on the end of a fisherman's single-pronged spear. Nick's pleasure intensified as he plunged into the seemingly solid canal that then moved apart as his round tip speared into it. He grunted as she groaned, filled with twinges of animal-like raw delight. They both satisfied their basic need as their aching flesh was filled with desire.
His head leaned up and his extended tongue licked a jiggling breast. It traced the round contours of wonderfully scented skin. His teeth caught the rapidly jiggling nipple and trapped the enlarged rubbery pink nub. Once confined, his tongue hungrily licked the pulsating tip as his teeth applied enough pressure to cause a slight surge of discomfort. She appeared to enjoy it, for she moaned louder than before and shuddered with unparalleled intensity.
The soft co-ed climaxed a second time. Her head leaned back and a guttural moaning was emitted from her throat. Her vibrating body froze, tensed, and wildly writhed in ecstasy. Nick pumped faster and harder as his dangling catch released a brief flood of thick, hot honey. He buried his spear into the seizing co-ed. The breath caught in her throat as she savored the remaining moments of ecstasy.
She hugged his head and struggled for breath. Her face beamed with joy, and her dazzling eyes sparkled. "That was amazing. You really rocked my world."
His sperm was rising as he continued driving into the gorgeous young blonde. She wanted him to cum just as hard, and she reached her hands down and grasped both of his hard nipples. Her mouth attached to Nick's left ear and hot breath surrounded it. Her teeth nibbled on the lobe and her tongue alternately pushed inside and retreated. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto his spear as his hips drove upwards.
He grunted as powerful surges of pleasure rushed through him. The semen rose further, closer to completing its journey. His smooth head turned super-sensitive. His dangling balls were eager to release their contents. His steel-hard spear absorbed more of his racing blood and surged even larger. The co-ed felt the increase in size and groaned in sheer joy as her pussy stretched to accommodate it.
He went for the kill. Nick moved as deeply into her wonderful canal as he could possible extend, and his entire being twitched as a steady stream of semen was released. He thrust several more times as his balls pumped their load through the tubing at the center of his shaft and embedded his seed into her warm, receptive womb. He gasped a final time and leaned back, panting for breath.
She leaned forward and her mouth kissed his. Their warm, darting tongues embraced in a post-coital kiss of shared delight.
"I'd love for you to take me and my friend home tonight," she offered, acknowledging her physical attraction to the absolute stranger. "We wouldn't let you sleep all night, and we'll give you a show you'll never forget."
The words, and the sexy way she whispered them, made his soft cock twitch. He couldn't deny her amazing beauty, and it was every man's wish to have two beauties at the same tme. He remembered that her friend had an equally hot body.
"I don't even know your name," he realized.
"Candy, as in candy cane," she answered in a teasing voice.
"Are you sure your friend is up for it?" he questioned.
"Lisa will do anything for me, and she knows I'd do anything for her," Candy revealed. "She's a virgin, but I'll bet she'll give it up for the likes of you."
There was loud thumping and banging in the next stall. Nick and Candy looked at each other and softly laughed. She retrieved her clothes off the floor and they both cleaned themselves with toilet paper. After they were dressed, Candy handed him her soiled silver and gold striped thong.
They unlocked the door and left the stall. Another couple was in an erotic embrace against the wall, but when the stall opened up they anxiously took advantage and occupied it.
Just behind them, another stall door opened. Warrick stepped out with a gorgeous brunette in tow. His left hand held a pair of soiled black bikini panties.
They somehow found themselves in the crowd. Two blondes hung on Nick like he was the catch of the day, while Warrick had a cat-that-ate-the-canary look of smug satisfaction on his face. But that look faded away when he saw Nick and his companions. Suddenly the cotton-polyester blend trophies seemed less significant to them.
"I'd have to say that I won the bet," Nick decided as he proudly displayed two women.
"This is like fishing in an aquarium," Warrick countered as he leaned forward and loudly spoke into Warrick's ear. "There's no challenge to it. We'll try some other time. Are you heading out?"
Nick's expression said it all. They bumped the knuckles of their right hands together and went their separate ways.
* * * * *
A waiter showed Catherine and her companion to a table. He pulled out her chair and, after she occupied it, he pushed it back in. Her companion seated himself across the table. A candle flickered in its red glass holder. The dim lighting and soft background music gave the restaurant a romantic ambiance.
She attracted the stares of many men as her lithe, slender chassis was provocatively contained in a classy burgundy dress with a plunging neckline. It revealed her attractive bosom that was shaped and lifted by a support bra. Her long flowing blonde hair was beautifully styled, and her eyes sparkled with joy and happiness.
"It seems so strange going out to dinner," Catherine admitted. "It's been so long."
"Thanks for allowing me to do this for you," her handsome companion several years her senior responded. "It's been a long time for me as well, not since...well, it's just been a while."
"I'm not normally the type to accept a dinner invitation from a man I just met," she explained as she attempted to make it known that she thought of him as no ordinary man. "You are very disarming and charming, two qualities I admire and rarely find."
"And you are beautiful, mature, and available, three qualities that I find equally difficult to find in the same woman," he returned the compliment.
He ordered for them both and spoke fluent French, which Catherine found very impressive. There was warmth in his eyes and smiling face, and she had a strong attraction for him. It had been several years since she'd been with a man, and she felt like she was falling for him. Her heart fluttered with first-time love like she was a teenaged girl all over again, and her whole body nervously trembled and excitedly tingled.
She inquired about his past and found him very open. His name was Jason, and he was an international antiquities dealer. Based on her observation of his high-dollar Armani silk suit and the partial list of clientele he spoke of, he was highly successful.
Catherine found herself giggling childishly at his slightest attempt at humor, and when she heard herself she was almost embarrassed. But she couldn't help the giddy feeling, and when it was aided by several glasses of vintage Dom Perignon she couldn't stop herself. Jason appeared pleased by her reaction to him, and after consuming most of a platter of French food that she couldn't identify but fully enjoyed, he swept her into his black Mercedes Benz S600 sedan and left the parking lot.
After helping her into the passenger seat, he sat behind the wheel. After sliding the key into the ignition but before turning it, he looked over at his lovely companion. She sat back and returned the look. Her beautiful face was absolutely beaming. Her luscious lips glistened in the light of an overhead mercury vapor bulb. His eyes strayed to the swell of her breasts. They pushed up and together and formed alluring cleavage.
She saw his eyes as they perused her body, and it aroused her. There was undeniable warmth in her loins, a sensation she hadn't felt for so long. With Lindsay taken care of, there was nothing stopping her from deciding to spend the night with him if she chose to do so. And in her mind, she was leaning heavily in that direction.
"Thank you so much for a wonderful dinner," she expressed her heartfelt appreciation for the meal but mostly for his charming and sincere companionship. "I hope I didn't sound too much like a love-struck teenager in there."
"You were hopelessly adorable," he assured her as he grasped her right hand and lifted the palm to his lips. "You made me feel like a teenager as well, and the return trip was especially enjoyable. And it is I that should be thanking you for your elegance and grace. You are more beautiful than I ever could have hoped."
Catherine's smile widened and her gaze dropped. She felt undeserving of his generous compliments. Her aroused body quivered excitedly, and when his lips lightly kissed her palm she softly moaned. She hated herself for doing it, for sounding so desperate for his attention. After several kisses his lips blazed a trail along her lower arm. When his mouth reached the elbow, he gently pulled her towards him. Catherine's eyes fluttered and closed, and she moved closer.
He took his time as his lips kissed all the way up her arm to the shoulder. When his mouth encountered a dress strap, he slowly slipped it off her shoulder and revealed the skin that it had kept from his mouth. Both hands tenderly held her face and stroked her soft cheeks. He savored the perfume that graced her neck as his mouth kissed and nibbled at the base.
When his lips moved up to her left ear, she groaned in pleasure as hot breath blew over the skin. She twitched and shuddered. Wetness developed between her thighs and the warmth in her belly grew into a fire of desire. He kissed and licked her ear for several moments. That was all he needed to gain her willing cooperation. She was his for the taking. The decision had been made.
"Will you join me for the night, Catherine?" he whispered.
"I will," she agreed. "Take me home."
"Shortly," he replied.
His left hand slid her right dress strap the shoulder and he anxiously pushed the top of the dress down until her breasts were exposed. He saw the catch between the cups and deftly released the mechanism. The red cups sank and pulled away, but still contained the silky mounds. He lifted them away and revealed the swells of flesh that had tempted him all evening. The nipples were swollen and throbbed invitingly.
Jason's left hand cupped and squeezed a bare breast as his lips pressed to her mouth. His right hand embraced her body and held her tightly against him. Catherine moaned, for she had longed to be kissed and fondled in such a manner for so many sleepless nights. And now that the time had arrived she was nervous and scared. Her body was awakened, and ached for stimulation. When his fingers tenderly pinched a nipple her pussy oozed with more essence, and the valley between her folded lips was moistened in anticipation.
"Now I'll take you home," he whispered, kissed her sweet lips a final time, and started the car.
His hands reached down, and when they did Catherine watched as he unzipped his pants and guided his erection into the open. A hand reached over and grasped the back of her neck. He firmly guided her head down to his crotch. She leaned over the console that separated them and felt as the round tip pushed between her lips and filled her mouth.
Warning bells sounded. It was like being with Big Lou all over again. She didn't know why her mind returned to that life she'd left behind, or why she felt that way. It just didn't seem right to her confused mind, numbed with expensive wine. As her mouth slid down his vibrating shaft and the head moved to the back of her throat, the car was slipped into gear and he drove them away.
With the sound of traffic in the background and his soft groaning of approval in the foreground, she relived the fear and shame of being with Big Lou. The hand on the back of her neck constantly applied downward pressure and she really had no choice. Catherine was a resourceful woman but was filled with conflicting emotions. Was her mind overreacting? Was it the wine? It was the indecision that prevented her from acting, and so her skilled mouth consumed him.
The car stopped and started in traffic. She was in an uncomfortable position so she moved and placed her knees on the seat and leaned over the center console and his lap. Her mouth sucked and licked on his penis. Her soft fingers wrapped around the base of the shaft and as her mouth retreated, they moved up. Her lips and tongue briefly concentrated on the round smooth head as her hands stroked him fast and hard. A drop of semen leaked, and the taste and smell overwhelmed her senses.
"Don't get any on my suit," he warned in a stern tone that should have frightened her but for some reason didn't. "Swallow everything."
Catherine returned to a mode that she wasn't consciously aware of, and in so doing her mouth sucked harder. It was the old days again, precisely as her companion had intended.
"Yes, your mouth feels wonderful," he applauded her efforts as his penis pulsated in her hot mouth and against the erotically moving tongue. "I'm close, suck it faster."
She renewed her efforts to please him. Her lips tightened more firmly around the shaft, her head bobbed up and down more swiftly, and her fingers wildly jerked the length of him in rhythm with her moving mouth. Catherine felt his legs as they tensed and she could almost see the semen as it rose from his hairy balls.
"Splendid," he quietly remarked as he struggled to control his composure and maintain control of the moving vehicle.
Her mouth withdrew until only the round head throbbed on the tip of her tongue. It playfully danced over the smooth flesh, and as it did he softly grunted and twitched. A brief stream of thick, warm semen was discharged into her awaiting mouth. She swallowed the initial load and kept sucking, knowing he had more to offer. He twitched again, and another stream of seed filled her mouth. Her stroking fingers drew the last remaining drops from the tubing it had traveled through, and he was finished.
Wary of his cautionary statement about not getting anything on his suit, her fingers held his softening penis in a suspended position as her mouth thoroughly cleaned him of anything that may have dripped. When she was confident she'd eaten his entire load, her fingers gently pushed him back inside the pants and zipped him up.
"Delightful," he complimented her. "Beauty is not your only charm."
* * * * *
"Dr. Robbins," the medical examiner spoke into the phone.
"Doc?" a hesitant young female voice sounded.
"Dr. Robbins, Medical Examiner," he clarified. "May I help you?"
"Uncle Doc?" an uncertain voice questioned.
"Nancy?" he asked back.
The sweet voice broke into uncontrollable crying. As soon as he thought it might abate her sobbing continued.
Her helpless, broken voice pleaded "Help."
"Are you home?" he desperately inquired as the hair on his neck arose. "Sweetie, please tell me you're okay."
The young woman on the other end collected herself enough to respond. "I'm fine. It's Susie, my best friend. I didn't know who else to call. Can you please come? Please? I don't know who else to call!" The sobbing that had been briefly contained erupted again in an emotional release that prevented any further communication.
"Call 9-1-1," he commanded in a stern voice.
"She won't let me," the sobbing voice continued.
"Call 9-1-1 or I will!" he repeated.
"Please, if you love me you won't, and when you see you'll understand."
"I'll coming, sweetheart!" Dr. Robbins promised.
Grissom had never seen Dr. Robbins so upset or so determined. When they brushed elbows in the hallway he sensed that Doc had problems of his own. When Doc failed to even acknowledge him Grissom knew that something was terribly, terribly wrong.
He walked past Greg who held an envelope in his hand and appeared to be looking for someone.
Dr. Robbins peeled off his latex gloves and rushed to the door that led to the parking lot. He withdrew the keychain from his pocket and when he couldn't successfully insert the ignition key after several attempts, he broke down into tears.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he apologized to the memory of his younger brother. "I promised that I'd care for her, and not let anything upset her. I can't be there 24/7 and have a life of my own. But she's fine; she told me she's fine. Whatever happened, it could have been her. This time it's not. Forgive me, Donnie."
The engine sprung to life and he eased the 2004 Ford Mustang into traffic. It's customized 350 horsepower turbo-charged engine roared to life. The sleek white pin-striped exterior attracted many glances as it cut through traffic like a surgeon's knife, dissecting the congestion as he headed cross-town to the apartment of his only niece.
* * * * *
"Grissom, this is addressed to you," Greg delivered the innocuous looking letter.
Grissom froze. There was a hint of recognition. There was something about the envelope that reminded him of a previous case. He reached into his pocket and slipped on a pair of latex gloves before carefully handling it. The flap of the envelope was unsealed and he slowly retrieved the letter inside.
'Justice must be served in light of your inopportune Blunder / Mary Beth has been lost so i have taken your Beloved Catherine / Gil Grissom Join the Search / better Rush or she will surely Perish / only Forensics Will Lead to her discovery'
"Where's Catherine?" he immediately asked.
"Not sure, she took the night off," Greg reminded him, and when he noted the look of distress on Grissom's face it alerted him of the danger. "What's going on?"
"The Alphabet killer is back, and he has Catherine."
* * * * *
"Don't be mad," Nancy pleaded with him.
He saw the fear and apprehension on her sweet face and knew that she was struggling with a huge burden. He smiled and lightly kissed her forehead in reassurance.
"Where's Susie?" he calmly asked, hoping that his voice would soothe and relax her.
Nancy led him to her. He found an upset young brunette Nancy's age crying uncontrollably on the couch. Her slender, bronzed body was clad in a pair of denim shorts and a white pullover T-shirt. Her top was dotted with red along the neckline from nose trauma that had since stopped bleeding. He saw bruising on her face, although in her frenzied state he couldn't see her entire face as much of it was shamefully hidden behind her hands.
He sat down on the couch beside her and gently peeled the hands away and examined the extent of her injuries. He wasn't accustomed to dealing with the emotions of the living, but he did the best he could.
Susie reached out and clung to him. He was her savior, a man that could keep her safe. Her arms grabbed him tightly, and once she embraced him the fear was released. It dripped from her eyes in the form of tears, and rolled down her face. Her body shook as she wept from the pain, the shame, and the humiliation of the attack. The attack that was delivered from a man she loved and trusted. But there was no more trust. There could never be again.
"There's significant hematoma around the right eye and cheek with localized swelling," he decided as her looked at Susie's face. "No immediate signs of bone damage. I see marks on the front of the neck, probably from a strangulation attempt."
"He tried to kill me," Susie acknowledged in a broken voice. "That bastard!'
"Try and keep calm," he said. "You'll be just fine."
He stood and took Nancy aside. "She'll be fine. It'll take a week for the swelling and bruising to subside. But her boyfriend continues to be a threat. I don't know what this guy might be capable of. He could have killed her tonight. She needs to get a VPO."
"VPO?" Nancy asked.
"Victim Protective Order, a legal document that will keep him away from her," he advised.
"And if he comes back?"
"He'll be arrested," Doc assured her. "He'll be sent where he belongs."
Susie overheard much of their conversation. "No, I can't make it without him."
"You won't make it with him," Dr. Robbins said as he returned to the couch beside her. "This shows what he's capable of. Please, you must keep him away."
"And how do I live?" the desperate young woman asked. "He pays half the bills. I have a lease. Tell me how I survive. Please, tell me that."
"I'll pay his half," Dr. Robbins reassured her in a moment of heartfelt sympathy. "Yes, I'll pay his half."
He looked over at Nancy, whose hands were on her face in a display of emotion that he'd never seen before. Tears filled her eyes and she mouthed him a thank-you from the bottom of her appreciative heart.
"Not all men are animals," he whispered under his breath.
"No, a few are angels, and you're the first angel I've met," Susie replied as she overheard his proclamation. "Thank you so much."
"I told you he's the best!" Nancy exclaimed as she joined the choir singing praise for him. "We both love you, Uncle Doc. You always have the answers."
Nancy announced a love borne of familiarity and relations. Susie's love was centered on his heroic entrance and promise of financial support.
"I need to be going," Nancy announced. "Thanks again."
Uncle Doc kissed his adorable niece on the forehead. "I'll try and make time for us to have dinner or do something special."
She looked up at him and smiled. "You already have. I love her like a sister. Thanks so much for coming."
After Nancy left he felt awkward and tired. His black leather medical kit was beside the couch and he was grateful that its tools were unneeded. He walked into the kitchen, released a dozen ice cubes from an orange plastic tray, and wrapped them in a dish towel.
"You need to sleep," he told Susie in a firm doctor-patient tone as he handed her the improvised ice pack.
"How can I?" she asked. "He's out there and he's only one door-jarring kick away."
The weight of the Glock on his belt was a reminder of his protective potential. His heart went out to the beautiful young woman. He was accustomed to seeing them after it was too late. He realized that he'd have to stay if she was to get any sleep.
"I'll find a spot on the couch and cat-nap while you rest," he reassured her.
She watched as he sat down and occupied the extreme right side of the tan and burgundy flower print sofa. Once he was comfortable she sat down beside him. Both arms slipped around his shoulders as her legs stretched across the remaining length of the couch.
"You should be lying down," he said.
"I'm perfect right where I am."
He understood her need to feel safe and secure after the violent attack. Doc wrapped his arms tightly around her slender form as she held the ice to her swollen eye. He instinctively lowered his face and kissed her forehead.
"Hey, bitch, open up!" a muffled voice shouted from behind the front door.
Susie's body tightened and her body curled up into a fetal position in fear. Doc gently moved out from under her and pulled the Glock automatic 9mm pistol from its holster as he did every week at the range and shot small holes in paper targets. He pulled back on the slide which forced back the hammer. When it was released a bullet was removed from the top of the magazine and chambered. There was a loud metallic click as the slide came to a sudden halt.
His hands visibly trembled. He'd never faced a living person armed with a loaded and primed weapon. It wasn't his style, and conflicted with the Hypocratic oath he'd taken to the contrary after graduating Med school. But as he thought of Susie and the fear that gripped her, anger steadied his hands and hardened his resolve to protect her using any means necessary.
"Hurry up, or I'll punch that other eye!" the voice threatened. "Open up, bitch!"
Doc unlocked the chain and deadbolt. When he heard the activity, he was ready, and quickly pushed his way into the apartment. His eyes enlarged when he focused on Doc and the drawn weapon, and he froze.
"I'm not your bitch, but I have half a mind to make you mine," Doc told the stranger as he stared at him down the barrel of the pistol.
"Oh, like your grand-dad is going to save you from me?" the younger man said in disbelief as his eyes looked at her curled form. "We need to talk."
"You have a tendency to talk with your hands, and she's heard more than enough. You'll be served with a VPO in the next few days and will be arrested if you're seen within 300 feet of her," Doc explained. "I don't think I need to tell you what I'll do if I see you within 300 feet."
The man looked at Susie a final time, turned, and left. From the hallway, as the door was closing, he made a final promise. "You're going to wish you shot me. It's not going to end this way."
Doc secured the door and lowered the weapon. After the incident was over he visibly trembled. He'd never been in a situation like that before and it shook him to the core. Susie watched as Doc released the magazine and ejected the chambered cartridge. His finger pressed the trigger and released the cocked hammer. He returned the bullet to the magazine and the weapon to its holster. When he returned to the couch beside Susie her lovely face beamed with joy.
"Thank you so much!" she exclaimed. "If you hadn't of stayed..."
Her lips pressed against his and the tip of her tongue hesitantly pushed between his lips. Doc's mouth opened and their warm tongues eagerly entwined. The testosterone-charged incident left them both incredibly excited and adrenaline continued to pump through their veins. Their arms embraced and the kissing was deep and hard. The wet muscles moved inside each other's mouth, exploring and savoring the erotic contact.
She was less than half his age, and guilt tugged at his mind like a desperate beggar unwilling to let the wealthy pass by without contributing. But he cast guilt aside as the wealthy do the beggar and indulged himself in the moment. His hands moved to her front and he embraced both breasts through the clothing. When he did Susie sighed, and her back arched and pushed the firm swells more tightly against his palms. Doc squeezed on the glorious mounds and felt their soft warmth through the fabric that covered them. Her nipples hardened and throbbed beneath his rubbing fingers.
Their mouths parted and they looked at each other with smiles on faces reddened with passion. Her soft light green eyes shimmered with affection, and his showed the strength and compassion that he was fully capable of.
"Love me," she pleaded for him in a voice that would not be denied.
She saw the hesitation borne from guilt resulting from their difference in ages and she confronted it head-on. "We're two mature, consenting adults that have a common basic need that aches to be filled. We're only human."
He glanced down at the wonderful breasts and was tempted by the sight. On impulse he grasped the bottom of her pullover T-shirt and lifted up. She raised her arms as he removed her top. Doc tossed the shirt aside and gazed down at the firm, creamy mounds and pink nipples. Her youthful flesh defied gravity and stood upright, and the pink tips swelled with pride and excitement. His penis stirred as he quickly grew aroused. She groaned as he gently filled his hands with the firm swells, fondling the incredibly soft flesh and hard nipples.
Doc had always been attracted to young women. When strolling down the strip his eyes were inexplicably drawn to the scantily clad eighteen year old daughters that ignored him, not the forty year old mature mothers that acknowledged him and smiled in greeting. He'd never revealed this to anyone because it seemed unnatural and embarrassing, even though he heard about such unions in the celebrity ranks all the time. His unfulfilled strong attraction to youth made this even sweeter and more arousing than it would have otherwise.
She pulled away from him and stood up. When Doc looked up at her she flashed him a sexy smile and reached her hand out. He grabbed it, and she led him to her bedroom.
As they stood at the foot of the bed her soft hands unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Doc slipped his arms from the sleeves and tossed it to the floor as her hands reached down and unfastened his belt. She pulled him forward and sat on the edge of the bed as she unbuckled and unzipped the dress slacks. Susie pushed them down to his knees and revealed the white underpants. Inside of them his swelling penis stirred restlessly and the front of the fabric bulged out.
Her fingers peeled the underpants down and revealed him. Her fingers gently wrapped around the base of his erection as her head leaned forward and she took him into her mouth. Doc softly groaned as he felt her hot, wet mouth embrace him. He quickly grew to a fully hardened state and throbbed against her tongue and cheeks. He moved his hands around her head and sifted his fingers through the long, silky brown hair.
Her head slowly moved forward and back and her luscious lips slid up and down his saliva-moistened penis. Her tongue teasingly glided over the smooth head and on the bottom of his shaft as delicate fingers caressed his hairy testes and squeezed on the base of his erection. Incredible sensations of tingling excitement raced through his mature form as he savored the surprising and decidedly wonderful feeling of her mouth devouring him. It had been years since anyone had performed such a beautiful, selfless act on him.
Her eyes smiled up at him as she heard his soft groans of pleasure. Susie wanted to make him feel good for making her feel so safe and important, two things she'd never gotten from her boyfriend. Her mouth maintained a slow but steady movement up and down his pulsating penis. It glistened in the bright morning sun that sliced through the half-opened vertical blinds.
A thick drop of milky semen oozed from the tip and smeared over her tongue. The taste of him filled her mouth and she shuddered excitedly as tingling warmth filled her center. Susie knew he was getting close. Experience had taught her the signs. His groaning increased in tempo, his body twiched more frequently, and another drop of seed appeared on her tongue. It would soon be followed by a hot, steady stream.
Doc tensed and grunted aloud. His hands tightened around her head as the rising semen completed its journey. His entire form jerked as he ejaculated into the back of her mouth. She eagerly swallowed his initial load and kept sucking him off. He jerked again, and another short stream of hot semen was delivered and readily devoured. Finally, when she was sure he had no more to offer, her mouth retreated.
"I'm sorry," he apologized with a stunned expression on his face.
"No, I wanted you to," she replied. "Don't worry, I'm sure I can get you hard again."
He sat on the edge of bed beside her as he kicked off his shoes and removed his loosened clothing. Susie placed her hands palms down on the bed beside her and pulled herself up. She crawled backwards until her body was centered on the bed, then she laid back and waited. Doc's naked form moved alongside her and he settled into a comfortable spot flanking her.
They looked and smiled at one another. His eyes were drawn to firm, soft breasts and swollen pink nipples. Even when she was lying down the breasts defiantly resisted the pull of gravity, and he could tell that they were all natural. He realized that she must have tanned on a regular basis in a booth, because her skin was tinged dark gold all over. There were no light patches indicative of a bathing suit or other clothing. He adored the bronze coloring, even though as a doctor he knew of the risks associated with such behavior.
He moved his head down to her chest and as he filled his hands with the creamy swells his mouth attached to a vibrating nipple. She softly groaned and arched her back as delightful sensations rippled through her body. Hs tongue and lips teased the nub as his hands caressed and savored the feel of her velvety mounds. In his mind he was living out a fantasy as he touched the youthful breasts that he'd desired for so many years.
The more he thought about all the young women he'd walked past on the strip in their skimpy half-tops or thin silk halters, he imagined himself with them as he was with Susie, and knew that their breasts would have been just as glorious. Thinking of that aroused him further, and even though his testicles were empty and reloading, his penis restlessly stirred. It would be several minutes before he could get hard again, but teasing himself with those images was more fun than he had ever expected.
His right hand moved away from her left breast and rubbed over her smooth, flat belly. Her moaning grew louder the closer his hand got to the top edge of her denim shorts. He caressed her lower belly and continued sucking on a nipple for several moments before his mouth reluctantly retreated.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered as he looked her directly in the eyes. He observed as they watered with emotion upon hearing his compliment.
"You are so good to me," Susie said in a broken voice filled with affection. "Now I know why Nancy is so crazy about you. You're an incredible man."
Doc rose to his knees, crawled to the foot of the bed, and kneeled down on the floor. He grabbed her ankles and playfully pulled her down towards him. She giggled and allowed herself to be tugged. He stopped moving Susie when her lower back was on the edge of the mattress, her ass hanging off suspended between the bed and her thighs, which were draped over his shoulders. The look of playful excitement and desire in his eyes triggered more laughter from her.
"Ooh, somebody let the tiger out of his cage," Susie teased him. "I have a feeling I'll be enjoying every second of this."
"I guarantee it," he promised in a animal-like snarl as his arms embraced her thighs and pinned her into position.
His mind returned to thoughts of the strip on a warm summer night, the sun sinking in the western sky, as the throngs of lightly dressed tourists emerged from air-cooled environs and filled the streets. He admired all those smooth slender legs, and as he thought of them his mouth kissed on the inside of her quivering right thigh. It blazed a meandering path from the knee to the edge of her shorts, and as it closed in on her crotch she writhed on the bed, gasping and groaning in obvious excitement.
He could smell her sex and the scent strengthened as his nose closed in. His fingers pulled the inside edge of the right leg of her shorts up and he could see the right edge of her panty crotch. Heat rolled out that had been trapped behind the wall of clothing and with it her much stronger smell. His extended tongue pressed inside the gap and teasingly licked the smooth skin alobg the edge of her panties. Susie bucked and writhed as intense waves of pleasure gripped her stimulated flesh. A tiny squirt of nectar soaked her pussy even more, and it anxiously dripped with wetness.
His tongue withdrew. Doc opened his mouth wide and bit down on her pussy through the thick denim crotch. She groaned in response and her hips vibrated, rubbing herself against the wonderful pressure. He jerked his head left and right like a feasting tiger tearing flesh from bone and her lithe form twitched and shuddered. He tasted her pussy as it soaked through the denim. His mouth retreated and started kissing her left knee. It slowly kissed its way up her inner thigh, torturing her with teasing delight.
When his lips reached the bottom edge of the left leg of her shorts he raised the denim and revealed the left side of her panty crotch. His tongue moved inside the gap and licked along the edge of the panties. As he continued the teasing his hands popped the button of the shorts loose and lowered the zipper. Susie excitedly moved her legs together and he slid the clothing down her sleek, slender legs.
When her legs parted once more, his eyes feasted on her beauty. An extremely narrow patch of hair sprouted from the center of the rise of flesh and descended down to her brightly shining pink folds, where it split and fringed the swollen lips. Wetness seeped from within, and the smell betrayed her fully aroused state. He had done this so many times in his mind when he glanced at the gorgeous young women that walked the strip, but this was the first time he'd given in to the temptation.
His thumbs gently pushed between the wet folds and tenderly pinched beneath the hooded clit and lifted the pink swell of upwards. His tongue and lips devoured her. Almost immediately Susie cried out as a tremendous, almost painful surge of pleasure engulfed her. She rose up to a sitting position as her thighs and arms tightened around his head. His thumbs expertly manipulated her organ in synchronization with his moving tongue and lips. It was the most incredible thing she'd ever felt, and she struggled to regain the breath was that ripped from her lungs.
The powerful sensations of delight were unrelenting. Essence leaked from her glorious center as a tingling fire of desire filled her loins. She writhed in spasms of ecstasy as she curled up around his head, amazed by the joy his mouth delivered. Convulsions wracked her form and she heard her own breathless voice crying out as orgasm rapidly approached. Susie groaned faster and louder the closer she moved to sexual release.
For a second her body tightened as it transitioned from one plane to the next. It was followed by agonizing jolts of wondrous tingling delight that shook her entire body. High-pitched wailing echoed off the walls of the small room as her form vibrated on his shoulders and against his skilled mouth. A flood of nectar was released and bathed his face, seeping into his mouth and dripping from his chin. Susie jerked in uncontrollable spasms as all of the pent-up fear and anxiety was released in the act, and when the pleasure faded from her body she fell back onto the bed in exhaustion, panting for air.
Doc arose from his kneeling position and stood between the smooth, soft thighs he so adored. His penis was fully hardened as he looked down and admired her gorgeous body. He thought of all those hard bodies that packed the streets and flaunted their assets, and how they must have looked just as beautiful under the skimpy clothing that adorned them. The thought made him even harder, and he was so ready to feel her pussy wrapped around him. Susie looked up with a weak smile on her face, still feeling overwhelmed by the orgasm he'd given to her.
He leaned forward and guided his throbbing cock to her pussy. It pushed between the outer folds and into the pink canyon within. He rubbed the tip up and down and smeared it with her hot, slippery wetness. When it shimmered, he moved the tip to the opening of her canal and pushed inside. His round head forced the hole open and moved the tight walls apart.
"Oh, yeah," Susie groaned approvingly as he entered her. "Fuck me, Doc. Give it to me real good."
He eagerly moved back and forth inside of her, opening up her juicy orifice and thrusting deeper inside. After several strokes he sank balls-deep into her center, giving her his full length. His penis stretched her pussy, and she gasped in joy. His hips rocked back and forth and his shaft slid within the velvet-smooth canal. Wetness embraced his erection as thoughts again returned to the crowds of young women that walked the strip. He thought of those unrestricted bouncing breasts barely covered and tight asses packed inside tiny shorts, perfect thighs moving back and forth as beautiful faces looked at the dazzling array of neon that surrounded them.
Doc changed position. He pushed Susie further back onto the bed and rolled her onto her belly. He grabbed the pillows and moved them underneath her stomach, and re-entered her tight pussy. As his penis rapidly thrust in and out of her center his hands reached around and embraced her gorgeous breasts. He squeezed on the supple swells and tweaked on the vibrating nipples. She groaned and shuddered in amazed wonder as strength slowly returned to her body.
"Fuck me hard, Doc," she whispered in encouragement. "Make me scream with joy."
His hips moved faster as Susie became the object of all fantasies. He slammed into her and pushed her body deeply into the mattress. His fingers squeezed harder on the firm swells, and twisted on the nipples unintentionally hard. But Susie found she liked it, and a combination of tingling delight and slight stinging filled her form and pushed her to the brink of another orgasm.
Susie tensed, crossed the invisible boundary into ecstasy, and vibrated as never before. She screamed in genuine wonder beneath him as her pussy squirted creamy nectar that coated his driving penis and dripped from the pink folds onto the bedding. Her voice echoed off the walls as she jerked and twitched.
Her canal tightened and trembled around his moving erection, and Doc gave in to the advance of his rising semen. Just as her earth-shattering climax was ending, his began. He plunged fully into her pussy and softly grunted. He twitched as hot semen streamed from his head and into her belly. It was a steady stream that lasted several seconds, for the fantasies had fueled an excitement that loaded his testes with seed. He delighted in its release, enjoying the sensations as his sensitized penis moved inside of her tight canal until it became too uncomfortable and he withdrew.
They curled up together and drifted off to sleep.
In another erotic dream he was walking down the strip when an extraordinarily ravishing young blonde woman caught his attention. While in realty she would have ignored his existence, things happened much differently in his dream. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at him with an incredibly sexy smile that silently begged for him.
He immediately pushed her out of the stream of people and up against the front of a building. He reached one hand up beneath her purple half-top and the other down the front of her tiny shorts. His hands embraced her glorious flesh. After getting a feel of a perky breast and her moist, warm pussy, she pushed him away and dropped to her knees and began sucking on his erect penis.
Doc jerked awake, disoriented. The late afternoon sun was beating against the blinds. Slowly he realized that he was hard, and that Susie's hot mouth was anxiously devouring him again. Their eyes briefly met and he leaned back and enjoyed the pleasure a second time.
He woke several hours later. Susie was still sleeping. He borrowed her shower and dressed in the same clothes he'd arrived in. He sat at the kitchen table and was wrote out a check in the amount of five hundred dollars and left it there along with a brief note.
"You're leaving without saying goodbye?" she asked in a disappointed tone as she stood naked behind him.
"I have to," he explained. "I left you a check, but please don't mistakenly link this with what happened between us."
"No, I won't," she promised as she moved behind him, leaned down, and hugged his neck. "That was the greatest sex I ever had. Please don't tell me that it won't happen again."
"I'll be checking in on you from time to time," he replied as he felt her breasts on both sides of his head and smelled her scent. "Call me if you need anything."
"Thanks so much, for everything."
"Don't forget to follow up on that VPO. I left the number of a detective. His name's Jim Brass. Tell him everything you can about your ex-boyfriend and I'm sure he'll do everything he can to help."
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Jason stood at the foot of the bed and admired Catherine's motionless naked form. He had pulled the blanket back to administer the drug-filled syringe. She stirred briefly as the needle entered her thigh but never awakened. And she never would again, he was certain of it.
He had always been impressed with Catherine. But that had been more than a decade ago. In his lucrative antiquities business he interfaced with many different types of men; the rich, the famous, and in some cases the infamous. Big Lou was such a business contact and supplied Jason with various rare items that were quietly sold for him. Their exclusive partnership was mutually beneficial.
Big Lou was impressed and introduced him to a popular dancer. Catherine was every bit as beautiful then, and her sexual prowess was undeniable. He was quickly hooked on her and that wonderful mouth. Every time he returned to Vegas he enjoyed her. But twelve years ago he discovered that she'd moved on. It had been difficult for him to find her. Now she would never leave him.
He was saddened that she didn't recognize him, but how could he have realistically hoped that she would? After all, twelve years had elapsed, and then the string of murders, the plastic surgeries... No, he was a stranger to her again. But it was better this way. It was like discovering her for the first time all over again. And now, with self-confidence and maturity, she was more ravishing than ever.
It was a shame she had to die, but those nagging headaches had returned again, and he knew of only one way to stop them. But she did have a special hold on him, even though she wasn't aware of it.
He decided to give her one slim chance, by placing her life in the hands of the CSI team she'd devoted her life to. He seriously doubted they'd have the intelligence to solve the puzzle he'd had delivered to Grissom. Jason knew that he himself was so much smarter.