Rachel woke with a start, jumping up from her bed like she had finally broken free of a terrible nightmare. Breathing heavily she looked around her room as the early morning sunlight broke through the curtains. "It was a dream...it was a dream..." Though the evidence showed it wasn't a dream, Rachel was doing her best to refuse that she had been raped by Chloe Durant, or whatever that was in her room last night.
The bed had several large, still drying wet spots on it, her tank top lay in taters off to the side, the sheet used to bind her hands to the headboard was still entangled in it and the panties used to keep her quiet, where sitting in a damp pile beside her pillow. "You must have done that while sleeping...you where exhausted and Chloe's in jail, so only a dream can disappear and reappear like that."
Firmly not a believer in the paranormal, Rachel did her best to explain the mess away, that she had been over tired and hadn't had any physical release in some time, so her mind and body concocted the insane nightmare, like she had been sleep walking. "I'm late for work." Feeling utterly exhausted from her nightmare and lack of sleep, Rachel made her way towards the bathroom. "Ugh..how could you concoct that..with her?" Never in her life had she been attracted to women, so Rachel felt even more confused that her nightmare was of Chloe. The worst for Rachel was as she relieved herself, she could feel the sticky after math of the multiple orgasms she had gone through.
A scalding hot shower did little to shake what Rachel still firmly believed was some insane nightmare, Rachel applied her makeup and began to fix her long blonde hair into a pony-tail. "I'm so late..." Rushing into her bedroom and flicking through the outfits in her closet, Rachel picked out a short black skirt that came down to just above her knees and a blue silk blouse. Moving to her dresser she paused while selecting her undergarments, suddenly feeling almost in a daze, she began to pick her underwear for the day.
Selecting a pair of lacy black boy shorts, Rachel grabbed the matching garter belt and black stockings. Garters and sexy panties weren't her usual attire for work, but still in a daze she matched her underwear with a black, lacy bralette. After dressing and checking herself out in the mirror, the daze remained as she skipped her usual comfortable shoes and opted for a pair of four inch blue pumps, that where saved for special occasions and dates. The daze lasted until she was in the car and Rachel wondered why on earth she had dressed as she had as she made her way to the office.
Emily had a coffee waiting for her by the time she had made it to her office and Rachel was very grateful to get into her office and hopefully dive into work, finally forgetting about that horrid dream. "Miss Moore, this file came for you this morning." Looking up from her desk, Rachel took the offered file from her secretary. "Thanks Emily."
The address was from Chloe's lawyer's office and Rachel sighed, wondering if she would ever get away from this woman. Inside the envelope she found a letter and several pictures that where from Chloe's cell. Alone the pictures didn't make much sense to the prosecutor, there seemed to be several books on the occult, some symbols painted on the floor that looked like dry blood and several candles that had been burnt out.
"Miss Moore;
Several days ago, at around three am, Chloe Durant was found in her cell, apparent suicide. At the time of her discovery, several items relating to the occult where also found and in the center was a picture of you. The incident is being investigated, if you have any information that could assist, we would be great full. Should new information come to light, I will for sure pass it along to you.
Jack Donaldson, Attorney at law."
That growing familiar shiver went up Rachel's spine and she looked back at the photo's again, this time seeing a photograph of her coming out of her office. "She was having me followed? How...what the hell..." There had been speculation that Chloe had a counter part in her schemes, but nothing had been proven, though Rachel was now wondering if this mysterious partner was the reason for her nightmare and had some how broken in to her condo.
No matter how much work she dove into, the memories of being tied to her own bed, while invisible hands molested her, stayed at the fore front of her mind. Playing the events over and over, she wondered how this mysterious person had not only gotten into her condo, but appeared and disappeared, while looking like Chloe herself. "It was just a nightmare Rachel." Scolding herself she went back to work and tried to force those thoughts from her head.
Time passed slowly for Rachel and she checked the clock repeatedly, hoping for the day to end. But even the prospect of going home didn't really fill her with joy. "Miss Moore, Peter Smenlly is on line three for you." Rolling her eyes Rachel thanked Emily and took several deep breaths, not at all in the mood for Peter Smenlly.
Like many underfunded lawyers, Peter was a public defender and Rachel had encountered him on several other occasions. Each time she had beat him handily and that also played into the sting of having called him the day before to end their current battle. Of all the lawyers she had come up against, Peter was one she loathed, his looks, his actions, all spoke of a disgusting human being, with no morals and selfish ambition.
R: "Hi, Peter...thought we settled yesterday, what can I do for you?"
P: "Well, I have some paper work you need to sign, I figured you could come by and we could have a celebratory drink to the case being over."
Another eye roll was followed by a frustrated exhale, obviously she would never want to go to his office under any circumstances, let alone have a drink with him. "Just have them..." That dazed feeling began to overwhelm her again and Rachel found herself unable to speak for a moment. "You know what Pete, that sounds good. Be there in about twenty?"
