The Profilers

by Suzanne Steele

  “Well, that’s true but it still needs to come down and we’re going to the hospital to watch her do it. I don’t give a fuck if Angel’s sound asleep. I’m waking her up and making her take this shit down. Damn vigilantes.” He pounded the steering wheel once again in frustration.

  “So tense,” she spoke gently as she stroked her hand over his cock.

  “Rene, someone could see.”

  “Shut the fuck up, boy, and pull back in that alley over there. I want to suck that big, thick cock of yours.”

  He quickly started the car and did as she instructed him.

  “Put your seat back, David.”

  His hand reached down quickly to pull the seat back in anticipation of her lips being wrapped around him.

  Her fingers slowly tugged at his zipper and pulled his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free. She gently ran her thumb over his slit, smearing the pre-cum that glistened there.

  “Ahh fuck, Rene, you’re making me crazy and you haven’t even started.”

  “This way I know you’re sated and your mind’s on me. It’s where your mind should always be, boy—on your Mistress.” She took his chin in her hand and forced him to look at her. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me. In fact, now would be a good time for you to wrap your hands around that headrest.” She watched as he obeyed her before she locked her lips over the engorged head of his cock.

  Her hand pumped at the base of his hardness as her throat opened up to take him in. A systematic rhythm ensured that she sucked more intensely every time he exited her throat. When his cock head reached her lips, she swirled her tongue under the head, hitting his sweet spot. She tormented him until the warm spray filling her mouth assured her that he was no longer stressed.

  “Why would you do this?!? Now you’ve opened the door to some innocent person taking up your cause and getting locked up. The community is incensed.” Rene eyed her partner as she spoke, hoping it would help to deflate the anger he was feeling. “We need you to take those posts down before someone gets hurt or, worse yet, killed.”

  “I’m the victim here!”

  “Which is all the more reason I don’t want to see you coming up on charges. If someone kills these two, you could be held liable for setting that up.”

  “Oh shit,” Angel’s face fell as she rushed to grab her phone.

  The agents watched to ensure that she took down all of the posts from each and every one of her profiles. As they made their way to the door to leave, Agent Turner looked over his shoulder and hissed, “Don’t put them back up or I swear I’ll press charges against you myself.”

  The look of anger on her face certainly made one thing clear to the agents. Angel no longer had a crush on Agent Turner, which was more than fine with Rene.

  Chapter Twenty

  “Hey baby, hey girl, you want to party?” Bobbie hung out of the car window, asking the woman making her way down the street.

  “Damn girl, are you new out here?”

  “What do you boys have in mind?”

  Reginald leaned over to eye the woman. “Boys? I don’t think so. A party is what we have in mind.”

  “Well, meet me in this parking lot over here and we’ll talk about it.” The woman nodded over towards where her car was parked. “I need to grab my purse.”

  The guys watched as she removed a large purse from the trunk of her car and made her way back over to the passenger window. “It’s going cost for both of you.”

  “How much?” Reginald asked, playing along but having no intentions of paying her anything.

  “Two hundred bucks,” she stated with no hesitation.

  “Hey, sounds good to us.” Bobbie jumped out so the woman could sit between them.

  “Yeah, you’re new alright,” Reginald drawled, taking a peek down the front of her shirt. It never ceased to amaze him how a woman would get in a car with two guys for the right amount of money

  He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a joint, handing it to the woman along with a lighter. She smiled as she lit it up.

  “You got a name, pretty girl?” Reginald asked, smiling in her direction.

  “Just call me The Librarian…”

  “Well, there isn’t a whole lot going on so let’s head back to the house and do some phishing on The Librarian.” Agent Turner pulled from the hospital parking lot to make the drive back to his place. Slowly the neighborhoods turned from being inner city to that of the more upper echelon. He was glad his partner had broken down and agreed to move some of her belongings into his home.

  The drive there was quiet while each agent wondered when and where the killer would strike next. Agent Turner pulled into his garage and they made their way in.

  “Go ahead and jump in the shower while I get logged on and see who’s up for a chat tonight.”

  “Yeah, chat my ass. I better not find out that you’re talking to any other women online.”

  “I love it when your jealous streak shows,” he laughed as he listened to her making her way into the bathroom. He used the time it took for the computer to boot up to go make some coffee.

  He brewed two cups in his specialty coffee maker and then headed back to his office just in time to see Rene sit down. One side of the large desk had already been set up to her liking and he loved her being here. He loved being around her and he already knew that he was falling head over heels in love with her. Before he met her, he had spent time frequenting the BDSM club at The Mansion, an exclusive members only establishment, trying to stave off his cravings for kink. Rene was so much more than casual play; she was his Mistress. He was attached to her and he had no desire to play with anyone other than her anymore. She gave him all he needed.

  “Geez, it’s deathly quiet here. No one is chatting tonight.”

  “Deathly quiet, huh? I hope that isn’t some kind of premonition on your part.”

  “Yeah, me too. I guess we’ll be hitting the sack early tonight.”

  He looked up at her through dark lashes. “Well, we could always help each other get to sleep.”

  “Yes, love, we could.” She reached her hand out to stroke his clean-cut facial hair. “That sounds like an excellent plan.”

  “Well, here we are,” Bobbie announced, leering at the woman seated between them.

  “Come on, girl,” Reginald coaxed. “I’m looking forward to seeing those tits of yours without that jacket over them. He pulled her shirt down where it was cut at a V and got a good look at her cleavage.

  “Well, I’m looking forward to showing you boys that… and more,” she purred seductively, giving him her best smile. She waited until he was at the entrance of the building and when he turned around to open the door, she rubbed up against him, leaning in so she could whisper in his ear. “I’m a little bit on the kinky side.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yes,” she answered, speaking low enough that his friend wouldn’t be able to hear her. “Yeah, how about you watching me tie your friend up and suck his cock. You know… tease him until he’s begging me to let him come.”

  “Hey, our girl is kinky, Bobbie. Let her tie you up in that wooden chair over there. She wants to suck your cock while I watch.” He nodded his head in the direction of a straight-backed, wooden chair that was sitting off to the side in the room.

  “I don’t know, man.”

  “Ahh, don’t be a pussy. I want to watch her. Let her do it.”

  “Uh, I guess so,” Bobbie answered.

  “Sit on the couch,” she said as she nodded at Reginald and then continued, “because you’re getting ready to get the show of your life.”

  Reginald sat on the couch with a cocky grin and spread his legs wide. He watched as she scooted the wooden chair around so that it was in front of the couch and then she began to undress his friend.

  “Your dick is already hard, Bobbie.” Reginald said as he noted the tenting in his friend’s pants.

  “Yeah it is, ain’t it? Just thinking about what she’s going to do to m
e got me all hard.”

  “Now, there’s just one condition.” She eyed Reginald as she spoke, “You sit right there on that couch and don’t move. You can look all you like, maybe stroke your cock or something while you watch me work him over. I like being watched.”

  Reginald already had his cock out and was stroking it leisurely as he leered at her. “Yeah, well, I like watching.”

  She slowly reached up to remove Bobbie’s shirt and then pulled his belt off before she unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down around his ankles.

  “Kick your shoes off,” she directed Bobbie, who was already more than willing to do whatever she asked of him.

  She sat him down and instructed him to put his arms behind the back of the chair, forearm to forearm. She used the belt she had taken from him and wrapped it around his arms and then secured him to one of the wooden slats on the back of the chair.

  “Now, spread your legs. That’s a good boy.” She reached in the large purse she had brought and grabbed two strands of rope, which, thankfully, she had the foresight to cut beforehand. She tied both of his ankles to the legs of the chair and Bobbie was fully restrained in no time.

  Reginald took a break from masturbating long enough to put a rock into the small pipe he now held in his hand and lit it. He sucked in, deeply inhaling the smoke that would give him the rush he craved. He watched with interest as the woman began massaging his friend’s cock with her delicate hand.

  “Gi-gi-give me some,” Bobbie stuttered due to being so sexually excited by what the woman was doing to him. “Su-suck my cock whi-while I hit this pipe,” he begged.

  She leaned down to take Bobbie’s hard cock into her mouth but it was Reginald she looked at while she licked and sucked. One hand pumped at the base of his engorged cock while the other lightly massaged his balls. She was clearly putting on a show in an effort to excite both men at the same time.

  “Ahh, fuck girl! That is hot watching you to do that to him,” Reginald groaned as he pulled at his own cock. He fisted it hard and pulled as he watched her sucking and licking at Bobbie’s cock. His friend’s dick was so hard that it looked like it might explode.

  She languidly licked at the man in the chair as if licking the drops off a melting ice cream cone. Reginald watched her mouth intently as his friend’s cock jumped in response.

  “Oh, that feels so good. Su-suck, please suck,” Bobbie groaned, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to push himself back between her lips. She flicked her tongue beneath the head, teasing him and watching Reginald as he stood up to get a better look at what she was doing to his friend. He was clearly mesmerized with watching her.

  She slowly took him back into her mouth, tightening her lips in a tight O shape as she bobbed up and down.

  Bobbie’s hips were frantically pumping now as his eyes rolled back in his head and his neck rested on the back of the wooden chair.

  “Oh yeah, oh yeah, baby, I’m going to come.”

  A bloodcurdling scream reverberated off the walls as she bit down and blood spewed from the man’s cock she had just teased to the point of almost climaxing.

  Reginald, who was pumping away and hard as rock only seconds ago, immediately went flaccid as he backed up in horror, unable to believe what he was seeing.

  The offender quickly jumped up before he could make an escape and pulled the gun from the back of her pants, stopping him cold. She spit in his face—a mixture of flesh, blood, and saliva that had him gagging and jumping back in revulsion. Still trying to wipe his best friend’s blood from his face, he never saw the bullet coming. She hit him right between the eyes.

  She quietly made her way over to her purse and retrieved a large plastic bag as she listened to the cries of the man still tied to the wooden chair. Tears ran down his face and his screams had now turned into pathetic little whimpers. She placed the plastic bag over his head and tightened it with her hands. She watched as his useless attempts to struggle became more futile. She looked intently into his eyes as they bulged and watched every moment until he breathed his last breath. Finally, the monster within her was sated.

  Chapter Twenty One

  “I have never, in all my years of being a coroner, seen anything as horrifying as this. This is the most gruesome crime scene I have ever been privy to.”

  Agent Turner looked down at the dead man tied to the chair. He sat in a puddle of blood with a bag over his head and his genitals were hanging on by a thread.

  “I would have to agree, Herb.”

  “There have already been two uniforms who have run out of here just in time to puke out front. This is every man’s nightmare.”

  “You know, guys, I have a hard time believing that a fifty year old librarian brought these guys here and wreaked all this havoc.”

  “Did anybody in the neighborhood see anything?”

  One of the uniforms stepped up to respond, though he purposely turned his back to the victim. “One of the neighbors happened to look out the window when they were coming in and said she saw a woman in a purple jacket. Described her as being plain and middle-aged but said she only saw the back of her.”

  “Yet no one called the police when they heard gunshots,” Rene answered.

  “You know how it is in these neighborhoods. No one wants to get involved.”

  “Okay… Thanks, Officer.” She directed her attention back to her partner. “We don’t have any choice. We’re going to have to set up a meeting with our informant and The Librarian. At least it will give us something to go on. Right now, we only have the coincidence that our first body was behind the library, someone using the profile name The Librarian, and a few shady chat room conversations. She may not even be involved; stranger things have happened.”

  “Well, we can do one of two things: we can go get her and take her down to the precinct for questioning, or we can have Angel meet with her.”

  “If we question her and she lawyers up, we’re screwed. We may never get any answers and we can’t hold her for anything.” Rene answered.

  “Then we need to set up a meeting with Angel. Whoever she was talking to online was hinting around at getting rid of her abuser. At least if we set up a meeting, we can see if the librarian is the same person as the one online using that as their profile name.”

  “Okay then, it isn’t like we have any live witnesses.”

  “We’ll set it up and then we just have to roll with it, girl.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Whatever our gut instincts tell us.”

  Angel answered her phone on the first ring when she saw it was Agent Turner.

  “Angel, it’s Agent Turner.”

  “Yeah, I guessed that already due to your name popping up on my screen,” she giggled.

  He remained all business as he spoke. “We need you to do us a favor and meet up with us. Rene will go online under your profile but you need to be there to watch the interaction and know what’s being said. We’re going to try to talk with The Librarian and see if we can set it up so the two of you can meet.”

  “I’m two steps ahead of you. I’ve already been talking to her and I’m headed over to the library now.”

  “You shouldn’t have done that on your own. You need to wait until we get there. It’s potentially dangerous.”

  “Too late, I’m already here. If you guys don’t want to do anything to help me, then I’ll help myself.” Angel hung up the phone and turned it off. Fuck him! She couldn’t believe she’d actually thought he was cute. What an asshole! If they didn’t want to help her get back at her rapists, then she’d talk to someone who would. During the short chat they’d had online before she’d headed over here, The Librarian had assured Angel that she could solve her problem. As an added bonus, she said that she could take care of it permanently. Angel didn’t need any more convincing. That’s exactly what Reginald and Bobbie were—problems she need rid of.

  “Hello,” she called out as she entered the building. A bell chimed to announce her arrival. />
  “Well hello, dear. I’m The Librarian. It’s wonderful to finally meet you.” The woman made her way over to the door, turned the open sign over, and closed the blinds.

  “Would you like some tea, dear?”

  “Yes, ma’am, and thank you.” Angel smiled as she followed the woman back to a small kitchenette.

  She waited a moment while the woman turned around and heated some water, placed a specialty tea bag in a china cup, and then repeated the process. Everything here seemed so quaint, so peaceful.

  “Now, dear, you poor dear,” she said as she gently stroked Angel’s hand. “You said the last time we spoke online that you had been the victim of abuse?”

  “Yes, ma’am. No offence, but you seem so much younger than I thought you would be. I mean, you’re actually very pretty and I love that purple jacket you’re wearing.”

  “Damn it, damn it, damn it,” Agent Turner growled as he sat in traffic. He finally got tired of waiting and hit the lights and siren to get through it. “I already know, Rene. I’ll turn it off before we’re close enough for whoever is at that fucking library to hear.”

  Rene just shook her head and watched the side streets for oncoming traffic as he blew through stoplights. He made it downtown in record time and cut off the lights and siren as they approached the front of the library.

  “She’s got the blinds down and the closed sign on the door.”

  “I see that.”

  They made their way up to the front entrance. After confirming it was locked, Agent Turner used the butt of his gun to smash the glass in the door, cringing at the unavoidable noise he was making. He then reached in to turn the deadbolt and open the door.

  He placed his finger up to his lips, indicating the need for silence, and they went in with guns drawn. They slowly made their way back towards the small kitchenette where they could hear a female’s voice, thick with emotion.