This will be clearer to the reader who's read 'Vamps', posted this time last year...
Her mouth opened wide and her tongue snaked out as she descended on his swollen cock, the head sliding along the pillow of her tongue. Her mouth closed as his eyes widened, his forehead wrinkling in terror as her teeth sunk into his engorged penis...
"Caroline!"
Caroline Parks snapped out of her trance and spun around to face the voice calling her name.
"What? Sorry, I... I was just..."
"Taking a nap or a little preoccupied day dreaming?" Max Ryan asked, sitting on the edge of her desk.
"I'm trying to make sense out of some things with this one case I've got and I keep running into a road block," she said.
"Maybe I can help," he said. "Come with me to the morgue. I've got a stiff I need you to look at. I'm told he's similar to the one you're working."
Caroline was out of her chair quickly, grabbing a notepad and following Ryan to the elevator.
"You sure you were stewing about a case and not a new boyfriend?" he asked as the door closed behind them.
"Positive," she replied. "Why?"
"No reason in particular," he said, looking down at her chest and smiling.
Caroline folded her arms across her chest and felt her nipples protruding through her shirt, raking into her forearms. Her motion had the unintended consequence of pushing her breasts up, enhancing her cleavage.
"I was just asking," he said.
"Bite me," Caroline said through narrowed teeth.
"Name a time and a place." Ryan's words died off as the elevator door opened.
"So what are you taking me to see?" she asked, ignoring his proposition.
"Remember that dead guy you got assigned? The one that had the life sucked out of him?"
"I still think there's more to it than that," she said, "but, yes, I remember. That's the case I was thinking about when you came to get me."
They pushed through the double doors and walked into the autopsy room. Preston, the M.E., stood off to the side making notes on a digital clipboard.
"He's the latest victim of what I can only call scary," Preston said without looking up. "From a man's perspective anyway."
Caroline walked up to the table and looked down at the corpse.
"Doug Marshall, male, barely," Ryan said, "twenty-nine years of age. COD still to be determined."
"I'm willing to go on record that the same thing that killed your vic killed this one, too," Preston said, looking across the corpse at Caroline. "I just don't know how to close it out beyond saying he had the life sucked right out of him. Literally."
Like the first victim, his genitals were shriveled. This time, however, more than one set of puncture marks were evident on what was left of his penis.
"The blow-job from hell," Ryan said.
"I thought that was every man's fantasy," Caroline said. "Having a beautiful woman naked, on her knees in front of you, worshipping your cock, sucking on you until you lose your mind."
She made the comment looking at Ryan, and when he didn't respond, she looked over at Preston. He stood there, mouth open, speechless.
"Sorry," she said. "We were kind of discussing this whole deal on the way down here."
"Not a problem," said Preston as he blinked and turned away from the table.
"As much as I would love to have a beautiful woman suck me off until my toes curl," Ryan said, "this is not what I have in mind. Did you get that report back, Doc?"
"Yeah," Preston said, handing him a clipboard. "The mineral deficiencies are the same as for Gary Rogers."
"So this is serial," Ryan said.
"I think that's a little premature," Caroline said. "First we need to establish a connection between the two guys, if there is one."
"Already working on that," Ryan said.
"Revolving door?" Caroline raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah, you know, like they have in some office buildings? People can be leaving as others are coming in?" The man looked from Ryan to Caroline and back again.
"I know what a revolving door is," she said. "So this guy was popular with the ladies, huh?"
The man looked away, measuring his response.
"I don't know that I'd say he was popular with the ladies; I can't recall seeing the same woman twice," he said. "Usually a good bit of noise, too. Sometimes you could understand what was being said, other times not so much. But either he was good at what he was doing or they were women inclined to really enjoy themselves."
"Thanks, we'll make a note of that," Ryan said.
The man closed his door as Caroline and Ryan turned away from him.
"He's the second person to make a comment like that about the endless line of women," Ryan said.
"I have three people that knew the first guy who said the same thing about him," Caroline said.
"You're thinking a group of pissed of ex-one-night-flings teamed up and took matters into their own hands," Ryan said, leaning against the door.
"I'm not leaning toward anything, at the moment," she said, "but that's as good a theory as anybody else has at the moment."
The man came around the corner, walking as though he belonged there, yet stopping in the path of the two detectives. His eyes were warm and deep, strong, penetrating; they locked with Caroline as they nearly bumped into each other.
"Hello," he said.
"Uh, hello," she said, stopping short.
"Hi," Ryan said, looking back and forth between Caroline and the stranger. "Do you two know each other?"
