by Lee Cockburn
Andrew was a strong, fit, well-built man, who loved this woman. He meant what he said, and John had every intention of keeping him to his word.
Andrew opened the door slowly. He hid it well but he too was a little apprehensive about what could be outside. He brushed the feeling off as stupidity and stuck his head out the door, almost convincing himself that there was nothing there that could hurt him other than a falling tree or an act of god. He looked around quickly scanning the trees round about, trying to catch a glimpse of what might be out there, never considering it may be him. The trees concealed a terrifying darkness, like something you’d find in a horror movie, the trees whispering at him loudly as his imagination started to play games with him. He could feel a sense of unease but couldn’t quite place it; there was nothing to suggest that there was anything wrong. He was really only taking a quick look to put Susan’s mind at rest, but he felt it - strong and powerful, a searing sense of dread with nothing to back it up.
John’s eyes remained fixed on Andrew like a lion with its prey, not flinching and barely breathing, not a movement, nothing. Andrew’s breath could be seen in the light on the porch and John wondered if there would be any trace of his, although he was invisible between the trees in the pitch darkness. Andrew looked round one more time; John could see he was uncomfortable just by his posture. His head moved round and slowed as he faced towards John, and stopped. Andrew looked into the trees, straight at him, but was only able to see the first row of trees before him, the others were engulfed in darkness, a darkness hiding pure evil. His eyes seemed to be drawn into them, a pull from an unwanted chain, his head even visibly moved forward in John’s direction. John actually began to worry that he’d been detected, as Andrew’s eyes seemed to focus on him. He questioned what he’d do if he had been spotted. Would he be able to overcome them both without the element of surprise? Hairs felt like they were popping out of Andrew’s skin as a shiver ran up his spine, and he couldn’t help but make that shiver noise when it passed through him. He gave himself a shake and questioned why he was feeling like this; there was nothing there, nothing to see, nothing to hear. He turned back and pulled the door closed. John could hear the locks being engaged and sighed with relief that he had not given himself away. Andrew went back to his bed and held Susan tightly.
“There was nothing out there, no noise, nothing - bit creepy though, just how dark it is. I wouldn’t like to be out in that on my own. Bbbrrruuuggh - spooky shit.”
John’s dark eyes narrowed as he heard a faint crack behind him in the woods. He shone a small light in the direction of the noise, showing no fear and oozing power; the badger that stared back into his face took a few steps backwards and moved off in the opposite direction, sensing danger from the man that stood before it. It didn’t hesitate in taking heed of its instincts and retreating back into the darkness, away from the thing hiding in the woods.
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Taylor’s lips sipped from her glass of Shiraz and she leaned back on the seat, her designer blouse silky and fitted. The team all sat round in the hotel bar chatting about the day and the disappointment at their lack of success. The voices all rolled into one another and everyone was relaxed as this was not their first drink of the evening. As the night went on the humour reached the suggestive lows, innuendo and smut to be expected at any gathering of police officers. They turned all of their war stories into something that could be dealt with and stored, to avoid the job damaging them. The laughter was a well needed release for everybody, taking their minds off the task at hand, humour the essential release from the reality needed to do their work. Taylor looked over towards Fran, who was deep in conversation with Marcus. Taylor allowed her eyes to linger longer than she should have. Sensing that she was being watched, Fran looked up towards Taylor, and they held each other’s gaze. Each of their minds inquisitive, both looking for something more than a friendly glance. Taylor felt a slight flutter in her stomach as the corners of Fran’s mouth turned slightly upwards into a flirtatious smile and her eyes sent a very clear message that she wanted more than just a smile back from her. Taylor was first to look away, her face a little flushed with the wine and now with the sense of arousal that was emanating through her body. Her mind was floating in and out of scenarios and how it would be to savour the pleasure of what was clearly on offer to her. Taylor kept thinking of Kay and how she had made her feel only three days ago and how this flirting could end something really good before it even got the chance to get properly started. Unfortunately for Taylor, she lacked willpower and this time she was not the one in pursuit and may not be in control of what could happen. With these thoughts in mind, she finished her glass of wine and excused herself from the group, in an attempt to set a good example to the team and try and prevent any awkward situations developing.
“Early start tomorrow and lots to do in the morning! Please don’t get too drunk. I don’t want to be a spoil sport but we need to keep our wits about us for when we do locate him.”
They all said their goodnights and watched her as she left the bar area, her toned figure pleasing for most that watched.
“She is hot,” PC Lomond commented and Marcus just looked at him with his eyebrows almost at his hairline.
“Really? You don’t say.”
“She’s very attractive but I doubt you’ll appear hot to her,” Marcus said with a hint of mirth.
“What do you mean?” PC Lomond genuinely asked.
“What? You don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“She bats for the other side you divvy.”
“No way! She’s fucking gorgeous!”
“There are lots of good looking lesbians, ya twat, and it’s pretty obvious she’s one anyway.”
“I thought she was into me. She was looking right at me!”
“Through you, you mean, to the next female hotty that may walk in to her viewing arc,” Marcus laughed wholeheartedly at him.
Fran was sitting beside PC Lomond and she knew those eyes were meant for her and not for him; she smiled inwardly that she was the one that had the attention of her highly attractive boss.
Taylor leant forward to press the button for the lift when another hand gently brushed over hers and pressed the button beneath. Taylor gasped a little as she had not been aware that there was anyone else in the corridor behind her. The touch was from a feminine hand that sent a rush of electric pulses to every sensitive place in her body. Fran came up very close to Taylor, a total invasion of her personal space, but she wasn’t uncomfortable with it, although she should have been. There was a sense of nervous tension, an anticipation that excited her. Taylor was not used to this; she was always usually in control but not this time.
Fran stood beside her, looking straight at her boss with beautiful warm eyes, her scent luring Taylor to her. They both knew that this moment had been thought about; Fran’s tongue passed over her lips lightly within her mouth, knowing that Taylor would be able to see it. Fran moved even closer, her face coming within an inch or two of Taylor’s. Taylor instinctively moved back a bit, not knowing how this would end. As she did so, Fran took her slender hand and gently pulled her back towards her. Taylor’s heart was pounding. Do I want this to happen? Could I stop this happening? It feels so good, totally exciting and unexpected.
Fran’s eyes were fixed on Taylor, a hot passionate look, willing her to come to her, to give in to her desire. Fran leant forward and this time Taylor did not pull away from her; Fran was tentative, hoping not to be rejected, the softness of her mouth sending Taylor’s insides flipping in circles, the power of that initial touch was so consuming. Fran’s kiss was soft and not intrusive, mouths remaining closed. Another followed, this time a little more needy than the other. Taylor let out a small moan of pleasure as she put her arm round Fran’s waist and pulled her into her. This time the kiss was full of lust, open mouthed, tongues meeting, but still gentle as any desire that had been felt was released all at that moment.
Ping!
The lift arrived and Fran was pushed into it backwards, Taylor took control unable to resist the lustful feelings that surged through her with such ferocity. Fran’s moan told its own story as Taylor’s hand pushed down hard into her trousers and beneath her panties, fingers gliding over her already wet pussy. Fran gripped Taylor’s shoulders and bit down hard on her lip as she felt the power of what was happening to her, gripping her inside. Every movement of Taylor’s hand sent waves of immense pleasure coursing through Fran’s body.
“Oh god, oh god,” she gasped, her moans arousing as she came so hard that her legs started to buckle beneath her. Taylor held her up, driving her fingers deeper inside, keeping the rhythm with the pulse of Fran’s orgasm, keeping her where she wanted her to be, totally turned on. Taylor fucked Fran hard, making sure she didn’t lose the heightened state of arousal, dropping to her knees to lick her intensely and intimately with such well-practised skill that Fran’s next orgasm sent her head into a euphoric spin. She moaned as Taylor continued to pleasure her, bringing on another more desperate orgasm that continued sending tingles up and down her spine. The next one brought on by the intensity of Taylor’s constant motion of her fingers was so powerful, Taylor could feel Fran’s pleasure in her hand as she slowed down, allowing Fran to catch her breath. Taylor steadied her with her arm round her. Now standing, she kissed her open and very willing mouth. Their kisses were so intense that even Taylor was taken aback. They slowed down and looked at each other, both aware that this encounter was a little bit more than they had thought it would be.
Taylor spoke first. “My god! That was intense.” They both smiled, shared another lingering kiss and began to make themselves look a little more respectable.
“Wow! I’ve got to go. You do understand that, don’t you?”
“I do. I never thought we’d get this far anyway and I certainly didn’t expect an invite to your room, because I know you’re with Kay!”
Taylor stopped in her tracks and turned her head round really quickly to meet Fran’s gaze, mouth open and a little speechless as she believed nobody knew about their affair or that Kay was even gay.
“How do you know that?”
“I have eyes. I watched you in the office the other week, for my own reasons, I watched the way you looked at her and the way she responded and I agree it was very subtle but, to a woman, it’s obvious that there was affection there.”
“So why me and why did we just do what we did?”
“It would be hard to put it into words but the last 20 minutes was something else. I didn’t want it to happen, but I couldn’t have stopped that.”
Taylor leant into Fran and kissed her softly on the forehead, then on the mouth and they shared the warmth of each other one more time before Taylor pressed the button to free the lift and it carried on up to her floor. She exited and glanced back at Fran with fond affection, her mouth curled up with the thought of the exhilarating sex they had just shared.
Fran watched Taylor’s lithe body walk confidently away from her and stop at the door to her room. She turned and smiled at her but guilt made her go into her room and shut the door without extending an invite to share her bed for the night. Fran sighed as she leant back in the lift but she could still feel the physical effects of what had just happened to her and she smiled into herself warmly. She went straight to her own room as she did not want any of her team to notice that her neck was significantly red and that she looked a little dishevelled. Knowing them, questions would be asked and the last thing she wanted was finger-pointing in the office where Kay also worked; that would be a little too awkward to face and she really didn’t mean to harm Kay in any way; she was just drawn to Taylor and couldn’t help herself.
Taylor sat down on the end of the bed, her head in her hands. She took several deep breaths before going to look at herself in the mirror. What are you doing? Why can’t you just leave things alone? I think I love Kay and I can still do that. What is wrong with me? She took a deep breath and stood up, slipping out of her clothes and getting into bed, the scent of Fran still heavy on her skin. Her heart fluttered and she knew that the encounter was a little more than it should have been. Fran’s scent still sent waves of excitement and pleasure through her body. Her eyes closed and she imagined hearing the soft moans that escaped Fran’s lips as she made love to her, their kisses intense. Taylor sighed, rolled her eyes and turned over and went to sleep, her mind tormented at her ability to screw things up, because she was weak when it came to beautiful women and Fran was beautiful.
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John sat down against a tree, his presence hidden from the prying eyes of those he stalked, but he could see the log cabin from where he sat. His mind swirled with thoughts of Susan, thoughts that would send chills down the spine of any person. He was imagining their next encounter and how he would torture them both, Andrew first for soiling his bride and taking what was rightfully his. His mind was so twisted now that he actually believed that Susan was his property and she was his to do with as he pleased, for him to rule over. Normal thoughts were long gone from the mind of the psychotic killer, now so depraved and unfeeling he was a danger to anyone and anything that crossed his path.
Chapter 27: Prowler’s Encounter
The sun came up and there was a buzz in the hotel as the team gathered at 6.30 am for breakfast. All were eager to get on with the day and chatted amongst themselves about the next lead they had to follow up. Taylor was last to appear, not through lateness but because she had been in a conference call with the top table. Everyone that was anyone had an input in the investigation, and the team’s progress or lack of it was hot on the agenda. On arrival at breakfast, Taylor apologised to her colleagues for being later than she had said they were to be there. Polite hellos and a little jibe or two followed but the mood of the team remained relaxed.
Taylor looked over at Fran. Their eyes met and only they felt the familiarity and fondness that their eyes passed to one another. There was no embarrassment or expectation, just a mutual attraction and the thoughts of their private rendezvous the night before in the lift. They all finished up their full English breakfast, with a bit of black pudding and haggis to add a little bit of Scots to it, retrieved their kit bags and moved off to their next area for investigation.
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John opened his eyes, blinking in the sun that shone brightly through the trees and onto his rugged unshaven face. He found it hard to focus on anything. The sun dazzled him and his vision was blurred. He was aware that he wasn’t alone anymore and that there was something there in front of him but his eyes were still not working properly yet. He felt no reason to be afraid. He focused harder and there she was, two tiny little feet in front of him, a little girl was right there playing with twigs, talking away to herself, not at all bothered that he was just sitting there in the middle of nowhere against a tree. Unlike the wild animals that could sense the danger, she could not! John didn’t move and discreetly looked around him for any parents that may be close by. It was still early and he was a bit uneasy that a child was out there alone, his human side re-emerging from within his twisted soul, worried about what might happen to such a young child on her own. His evil didn’t and had never focused on children and he felt no feelings of ill will towards her; he almost cared about her welfare, instead of worrying that she had obviously seen him and where he was. She stopped muttering to herself and looked straight up at him and spoke.
“What you doing here? Are you playing with twigs like me too?”
John was taken aback at the child’s lack or fear and her warmth towards him. He almost felt human, totally relaxed in her company, his murderous thoughts far from his mind as he leant forward to speak to the girl.
“I am. These are great twigs here, aren’t they?” He picked up a handful, jiggling them in his huge hands. The little girl moved closer to him and John handed his twigs over to her. He was aware that he didn’t want anyone to know he was there and that this little girl could turn out to be a pro
blem for him. The little girl said, “Thank you,” and started to move away.
John whispered to her, “Come here a minute,” and the little girl stopped and paused.
John wondered if it was now he was going to have to take some kind of action to silence her. He thought, this is when she’ll remember the talk about strangers and the trouble she’ll be in.
He was wrong; she turned back and said, “Do you want your twigs back?”
He replied, “No, but I’ve got a secret that you’ve got to keep. Come here so I can whisper.”
John’s eyes lost focus. They rolled back in his head, his thoughts twisting from right and wrong: his saviour or her young life. She walked closer, totally innocent and unaware of the monster she approached, her wavy blonde hair on her shoulders, her pretty clothes so neat and clean. She was now right beside him and she bent down to allow him to whisper in her ear.
John took a deep breath and knew he was making a huge mistake by letting her live, but he said, “You can’t tell anyone I’m here. I’m a police man and I’m on a secret mission and you’re now my little helper, but you can’t tell anyone you’ve seen me because that will ruin my cover. Can you do that - pretend I’m not here - please?”
“Yeesss, I can do that. Can I go now? Mummy will be looking for me.”
“Of course you can,” he said, as the little girl moved away from him without a care in the world. She skipped as she left the cover of the trees and headed up the grassy area and out of sight.
John’s heart was pounding. He didn’t want to be caught and the last chance to stop her leaving was now gone, but killing a small child was not his thing and was very wrong in his twisted reasoning and logic. If he had killed her though, there would have been a major search of the area to find her. He would have been caught unless he left and then he would miss out on the opportunity to have his final party with Susan and Andrew. He’d just have to sit it out and hope that she did as he had asked her to do.
