Silence and Stilettoes, Pt. 7 (Decided)

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“My dress shoes come off with a simple set of small kicks, and my belt buckle hits the floor with a bang. A loud, throaty growl comes at me from across the room. She likes what she sees. It doesn’t take much to get me going either… despite the humid heat of the room, the clinical smell and off-kilter mind that rattles in Ivy’s head, she is one hot dame and I’m in the mood to please. 

Behind those glasses lie burning eyes of desire, below them plum and hungry painted lips. Her lean body is like a slinking reed, but it can take a throttling and then some, I know that from experience. She can do things without shame I’ve never seen another lady do with her hands and her thighs for that matter… even if she uses her nails a little too much. But most of all, her whole body gives off this… this… I can only call it a kind of sweet pheromone… a heavily musk that goads me into action for hours no matter how tired and sweaty we get. I don’t know how she does it…

… And that’s all it takes, some quick thoughts in my head and a flash of vivid memory, it’s all that’s needed to make me rock hard and pointing right at her. This isn’t going down like that though, I’m not letting her tug and pull me around again, not this time. My knuckles crack as I flex them, a plan in mind for what I’m going to do to her for making me wait for my answers. Without touching my stiff and exposed pecker I step out of my fallen slacks and stride across the small room towards the woman now splayed out before me.

‘Oh Roy, that’s the kind of passion I want to see, to feel! Now, tha-‘

‘Shut it! You want this, we’re doing it my way. Now strip down and show me.’

‘*Rowr* Such anger! The natural poison! You’d better get it out of your system and into me…’

‘I said strip!’

We’ve played this game her way before, and it’s amazing, but with the day I’ve had I’m not interested in games. We’re fucking and then I’m getting what I came for, literally. With one hand I grab her open collar top, right above the cleavage area, and pull hard until it slips off her body and shows me plenty of her own skin. My other hand pushes her back so she must prop herself up on her elbows see over her swell of her naked chest. Tossing her top aside with disregard I move on down to her jeans, while my eyes take in the excited curl forming in her lips as she watches. I spank the side of her ass, in part her thigh, so I can get enough leverage underneath to pull her pants off in one fell swoop.

‘Roooyyy… Where’s this raw animalism been all this time? People should die more often if it makes you so beastly!’

She taunts me as she sits bare-assed on the metal table, her hot slit dripping onto the surface in drabs. It’s about now that she’ll make her move and pounce on me, dig her nails into my shoulders and us me as a human mechanical bull, riding me from above and every other angle until she gets her months long drought sated. Not this time. The palms of my hands land on the cushions of her rounded breasts, I make sure to give them a feel before I keep pushing.

‘Whoa there, my beast… That’s not how we do this…’

‘It is now…’

With my superior strength I press down, pinning her torso beneath both my palms as I knead and squeeze her tits, using the balls of my hands to tweak her stiff nipples. Almost like a weight balance, as her upper half is driven into the desktop, her legs rise up into the air and spread wide. My cock finds her opening pretty easily by itself and it slides right inside until by balls slap her ass.

‘Yeeesss!’ She screams ‘Yeeeesssss!’

Her hips shake wildly as I rock my own, pushing my spearhead into her depths repeatedly. We shake the table and make it rattle with our rough fucking right on top of it. The various pieces of plants, vials of various chemicals and scientific equipment topple with the force, but her screams and my breathing drown out the sounds of things falling. 

I continue to hold her body to the desk, lest she try make a move on me, even as her back arches and hands run through her hair in a delirious attack of passion. At her other end, the walls, pleats and folds twitch and grip along the length of my shaft, coaxing and teasing the sticky white juices from me with every thrust. I’m not going to give up so easily though, and not just because she’ll need more than this to get any useful info out of her.

I stare into her face as I keep up my attack, her plump lips teasing me to come closer and helping me keep up the will not to cum. We’ll get there, and I’ll make those lips lily white when we do. For now though, they cry out to be kissed, but kissing is for lovers… this is business.

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What seems like a few hours must have passed, and now that my third heart attack scare has just subsided, I think it’s about time to finish this. She’s had a few finishes of her own by now too. We must have done it in 8, maybe 9, different positions and placements already. I’ve lost count just trying to keep it in and her on the defensive… this hungry dame can sure keep pace and turn things around at the drop of a hat. My hat. I thrust my hips one last time before I pull out, then grabbing her wildly messed up hair I pull her down to eye level with my cannon before she can turn on me. I told myself I’d paint those lips white and in only a second, that’s what I do. Her face takes my bullets and those lips taste sour cream and salt.

*Oh…. Fuck…*

My knees give out and I land on my ass with a thump, my back and shoulders landing among the plants in the moments after. My head spins in exhaustion, while the sounds of a woman purring and slurping reaches my ears as I try my hardest to stay conscious. 5 minutes pass… I think… and I’m still lying on the floor when a voice calls to me, sternly I might add.

‘Get up Roy, it’s time for you to leave me to my quiet.’

My eyes open to see Ivy standing over me, dropping my files onto my chest as she points me to the door. Her desirous demeaner gone, she wants me out so she can go back to whatever mad science she preforms here.

‘Not until you keep your end of the bargain, lady. What did you find?’

‘Celeritcury Compound Toxin, or CCT as it’s known more commonly in scientific circles. Incurable.’

‘Explain.’

‘*Sigh*… It’s a quicker acting form of Dimethylmercury, a man made super-potent poison. It’s several times less powerful than its parent derivative but even still, a few millilitres of the stuff absorbed into the skin will kill in about a day. Given the large dose in your victim’s skin, I’d say he had all of a few hours of life after contact. You see, the compound works by allowing mercury elements to pass-’

‘Don’t technobabble at me… just tell me this. Is it expensive?’

‘Incredible. Very rare, made only in labs like mine. I’ve got some on the desk there, you nearly spilled it on us when we were partaking in some animalism…’

This fucking woman… she only tells me we could have died now? Plus, she might have just incriminated herself with that statement. She’s more suspicious at least… But what’s more is I’ve got another serious lead. Mark was exposed to some potent chemicals within an hour or two of his death, plus somebody was with him when he did, hence we have the missing knife in play. Thank you, you wakko, you have given me somewhere to go.

‘… Get off my floor Roy, and please leave. I’ll have need for you in… about 7 and a half months… don’t bother me until then.’

I do stand up, not because she told me to but because I have a place to be. My bed, sleeping, but then I have other places to go. I don’t even say my goodbyes, I simply take my files and go, glad to leave the sweltering heat of her cubby lab behind.

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By the grace of some higher power I manage to find a ride home from all the way out there in Alloy Town. The sun is only a few hours away from rising when I make my way back home. What a fucking day. I turn the key, that last cup of coffee before bed on my mind as the door opens, only to have a voice call out the second I step through the threshold.

‘You’re home?! I was terrified something had happen!’

A sleepy-eyed Asana lifts her head from my couch, rubbing face as she wakes from a nap of sorts. I almost forgot about her…

‘Yeah… it’s been a long day… But productive…’

‘You look ready to keel over! What… what happened out there? This city truly is scary…’

She stands up to come to my aid, but I make sure to keep her at bay. Best she not smell the stench of sex off me right now. Instead I point her to a back room that I call my living space, she can find a bed there and really get some sleep. Tomorrow will be tough for both of us.

‘I’m fine Ms. Khar, I just need some sleep is all. You should get some shuteye too. You can use my bed in the back. I’ll take the couch tonight.’

‘You’ll not sleep in the bed with me? Keep me safe?’

‘… Well… I mean, no, not tonight. I need to discuss things with you in the morning, question you some more, so let’s keep this professional…’

Even I don’t believe that last part. Tonight’s not the night for anything though, I’m all spent after Ivy and I’m still feeling the effects of the blow to the head. The couch is the best option for me, though watching her waddle off to my bed in that little black dress and heels makes me doubt my common sense for a moment.

No sooner than she’s gone do I crash onto my rigid, shitty little sofa. I’m ready to pass out right here and now, while images of the next morning run through my mind unhindered. How am I going to deal with that woman? I have to press her for more info, I need a timeline of the night of the murder, but how do I put her through that again? I might break her…

… No… I can’t drag her through that mud again… I may be jaded in many ways, but this woman, she’s an innocent in all this. I hope. I’ll get what I can from her, but if I have to find some other source of corroboration, so be it. If I can only save her soul from this Hell, give her a fresh start, I’ll consider this case to have a happy ending for once…”

Be hard boiled and beWilder!