Have We Met: Part 1
I slept through the entire thing, event, hell, whatever you wanted to call it. The night before had been pure bliss. I picked up this gal at a local watering hole, went to a motel, and we fucked each other sober. You know it was a good night when that happened. I got home after midnight and crashed hard. The evening would have been perfect if it wasn't for the damn dream. In it, I began as a rat; granted, I was a huge gnarly one; anyway, I was hunting for something. That something ended up being a sickly old dog. The poor thing was on its last leg, and in typical dream fashion, logic never played a part in what happened next. My body leaped at the canine's throat, and it died quickly. No longer a rat, I was now a huge hulking wolf hybrid, primitive and hungry. Relentlessly driven by some unseen force, I headed to the zoo. I knew where I was going but not why. I easily slipped onto the grounds and sought my next target at the big cat facility. This time it was a feeble aged leopard. You guessed it, I killed the cat and took on the form of a deadly apex predator to stalk my last prey, a human being. I woke from the nightmare with my teeth firmly embedded in a night watchman's jugular. It wouldn't have been so bad if the dream hadn't haunted me for nearly a year.
I buried the dream with the memories of the night before since I wanted a second shot at the woman, but we never exchanged numbers or emails. Oh well, probably for the best. I was showering off her scent when the landlord hollered about the murder. I finished up as quickly as possible and waited outside the four-family flat until police forensics gathered evidence and the cops interviewed everyone. Though I had put on a jacket, the wind cut through it like crazy, and my wet hair didn't help.
The police tape quarantined the apartment and maintained the scene until every scrap of evidence could be collected, bagged, and sent to the lab for study. My landlord and one of my neighbors stood shivering, just like me. One of them was missing; was he the victim? Another blast of agonizing wind cut through me, and I shivered and rubbed my torso to keep from freezing. I endured because I must.
"You are Colton Windermere?" The uniformed officer asked.
"Yeah, what the hell is going on?" I replied as I tried and failed to check out the female cop's ass discretely.
"Did you just?" She asked as she got in my face.
"I just woke up, and my landlord is screaming about a dead body. I am not at my best right now," I said, and she glared at me. "It is difficult ignoring such a phenomenal backside." The glare became a sly grin.
"Where were you last night?" The officer asked.
"I hit the Black Thorn bar, picked up some female companionship, and didn't get back here until after midnight. I don't know if anyone heard me come in or not. You'd have to ask them."
She jotted it down in her notebook. Officer sweetcheeks continued asking questions, mainly whether I knew the victim and if we got along.
"Dex kept to himself though he did have a lot of visitors," I replied. "He was quiet by nature. I couldn't tell you what he did for a living."
That is when the late model Mustang police interceptor pulled up; you could tell from the front grill with the hidden emergency lights and tinted windows. I wondered if other countries had unmarked police vehicles. Maybe I'd Google it after they let me go. Was this a second detective arriving on the scene or perhaps one of the higher-ups? Why would a murder here merit the attention of a high-ranking police officer? I could barely make out movement, and it looked to me like the driver was drinking from a cup or container. The movement stopped, and a short time later, the driver's side door opened, and she stepped out. Damn, she looked hotter dressed than she did the night before. Not that she didn't look good naked and impaled on my cock. No doubt, she was the woman I had recruited from the bar.
Officer Sweetcheeks finished the initial interview, and I found a spot out of the wind to wait until they cleared the building. The uniformed cop approached the female detective and addressed her by name.
"Detective Evenwood."
"Aw fuck," I cursed softly. "This is going to be awkward."
Evenwood never mentioned she was a cop when I buried my dick in her ass. Well, she was too busy moaning and thrusting her hips against me. I wondered if she wanted the footage of last night as evidence for my alibi. Not fucking likely; that kind of shit ended careers. The chief of police would not be amused to see a bright young woman begging for my dick in her backdoor. I better keep that information to myself. Besides, it would be nice to revisit it later. Maybe I could get Evenwood's number and reacquaint ourselves. The odds for a rematch improved significantly.
"What's the situation?" Evenwood asked as she scanned the area, and our eyes locked. The lovely Asian/Black woman cursed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Who is that?" She asked, pointing to me.
"He lives here. According to his statement, he slept through everything," Sweetcheeks replied. "He claims he had sex before he got home."
"Do we have a time of death?" Evenwood asked, ignoring me altogether.
"Initial estimate puts the murder between eleven and midnight," Sweetcheeks said.
My rock-hard alibi for the murder is one of the detectives. It didn't get much better than that, I thought. The other detective waved Evenwood over to the edge of the police tape. As Evenwood walked over to her partner, I took in her beauty. The way her tits bounced and her ass moved, I wanted her more than ever. Despite the bitter wind, my body reacted to the memory of our time together. I tried to hide my hand, adjusting my growing erection.
"This one is fucking brutal," the male detective announced. "Speaking of, how was your night off?"
"It was nice," Evenwood replied. "I got rid of some much-needed stress."
Yeah, she did, I thought, three orgasms worth of tension. I sank two loads worth of anxiety into her, one in the front and finished in her rear. The wind didn't bother me much as I remembered our fierce encounter.
"Glad to hear it. This job can eat you alive if you let it," the older detective said.
What had happened that a seasoned homicide detective could describe the scene as fucking brutal? Had the victim been butchered? It was the only thing I could think of that fit the description. Was Dex the victim? I looked around and spotted Dasha and Rupert. Rupert, our landlord, lived on the first floor, while Dasha had the apartment across from me on the second floor. Dasha worked as an exotic dancer at one of the local strip clubs at night and went to college during the day. Her stage name was Nanna-Sin, after a Sumerian goddess. Dasha also benefited from having a Middle Eastern lineage and reminded me of the adult actress Mia Khalifa. They could have been body twins, except I thought Dasha was more attractive. I had visited her at work a few times when she needed a lift home and didn't want to take a bus late at night. It didn't hurt that she was a massive fan of road head with a matching oral fixation.
Dex rented the apartment below me and was not on the front lawn with the rest of us. He must be dead or on the run. The questions began to form in my head despite the rude awakening. Could the police identify the corpse? The male detective had used the descriptor fucking brutal, which painted a particular image in my mind like tons of blood, fleshy bits, and a savage attack. Had Dex murdered someone over a drug deal gone wrong or the other way around? I had mixed feelings about it. I didn't know much about Dex since he wasn't social, and his visitors at odd hours had long ago become fucking annoying.
I wasn't the only one that suspected he was dealing drugs. Rupert called him out on it more than once. Their argument wasn't what you'd call civil. Dex declared that nothing illegal occurred in his apartment. However, he did have a lot of guests at all hours of the night and day. The few times the cops got called, they came up empty. So, whatever he was doing may not have involved narcotics. Something painted a target on his back, and he or a client had paid with their life. It was all conjecture until the police released details about the case.
The detectives moved inside, and I waited patiently until the officer with the nice butt offered to drive me to the station to file an official statement. I climbed into the back of her squad car and settled in for the short haul to the station.
"Mr. Callahan wasn't well-liked?" Sweetcheeks asked. "Your neighbors spoke less encouraging about him. Would you like to amend your initial statement?"
"So, Dex was murdered last night?"
"I can confirm that he was the victim of a homicide. Do you want to tell me your genuine feelings?"
"I didn't want to speak ill of the dead," I began. "Dex wasn't what you'd call a social animal and came off as shady as fuck. There were many people in and out of his apartment all the time. I can't be sure, but find out who supplied his drugs if you are looking for a suspect. Something was going on down there. What it was, I can only guess."
"Stand-up kind of guy, huh?" She asked sarcastically. "Speaking of death wish, you checked out my ass at a crime scene. You claimed to be with someone last night. So, you still need to stare at someone's butt?"
"Is that an official question, officer?"
"Call it a need to know for now," she laughed.
"Officially, last night, I found a nice religious girl, took her to a motel, and we went at it in a biblical sense."
"Ha, you crack me up," she giggled. "I guess we run her down for your alibi, and you'll be off our list."
"She did not give me her name or number. We were too busy with other things," I said. It was the truth, but things might get interesting when the detective gets involved. "If it will help to apologize, I will."
"Pfft," she made a rude noise. "The uniform hugs my butt, and I don't mind. Pity you didn't get a name. It might make finding her easier."
"I noticed you didn't say hard," I joked.
The cop laughed and winked at me via the rearview mirror. Two cops in two days, my luck was turning around. We arrived at the station, and I wrote out my statement and signed it. Officer Sweetcheeks initialed it and handed me her business card and cell number. Her work shift ended at six, and she'd be getting off by seven if I had anything to say about it. Of course, there might be a delay since I was technically a suspect in a homicide. I could wait for this to blow over to nail Officer Jennifer MacLeod.
"Wait here while I file your report, and if we need anything else, someone will inform you," Jennifer said.
I kicked back and relaxed. The chairs weren't what you'd call comfortable. But I had nothing to worry about since I was balls deep in sweet detective pussy while someone ended Dex. Jennifer returned and informed me that one of the detectives would call me when I could return home. If I had friends or family, I might want to stay with them for a few days. I dialed my mom. She still lived in town.
"Colton?"
"Hey, mom, I need a favor. Can I crash on your couch for a few days? I can't use my apartment right now."
"Let me guess, another jealous husband," mom joked. "Kidding. Come on over. You still have a key, don't you?"
"I got it. I will be over as soon as the police give me the okay."
"Police! Goddamnit, Colton, what did you do this time?"
"Nothing, someone murdered one of my neighbors."
"Holy shit, that was just on the news. Alright, I will make up one of the spare bedrooms. Stay as long as you like."
"Thanks, mom, you're the best."
