I knew what she wanted, but I needed to be sure.
“Take your dress off, Niki,” I commanded.
She stared at me for I don’t know how long before she stood up and pulled the dress off over her head. My first thought was, Damn, look at that ass. Okay, that might have seemed a little shallow, but you had to be there, you had to see. Admittedly, I’m an ass man, so I’m pre-disposed to be appreciative of the most obvious feature of the female of the species. But that also means I’m in a position to be a good judge. She was also able to wear that dress without a bra. Damn.
So that left her wearing a black thong and heels and standing in my living room.
“I thought you were never going to tell me to do that,” she said.
I really thought I was hearing things. I know I was coming out of headspace, but, what the hell was she saying?
“Have you thought any of this through?” I asked wearily.
She shrugged and I resolved that I was going to absolutely forbid her to ever do that again. Or maybe I was going to require her to do it frequently. Yeah, this may get interesting after all.
“Niki,” I began to protest.
“Dom, I’ve thought about it since I was thirteen or fourteen years old,” she said quietly, trying to garner the courage to take the final step into the abyss. “I’m supposed to be a good girl. I’m not supposed to want the things that I want you to do to me; the things that I want to do to please you.”
“Niki, this isn’t a game. What you’re saying to me, are you serious?” I didn’t know why I resisted her. My senses were on fire.
How in the hell did I end up with two women submitting to me in one weekend? I needed to go play
the lottery or something.
But I didn’t have the energy to do this… not now.
“What’s supposed to happen now, if this was a fantasy is that I dominate you, fuck you senseless and you have a life-changing sexual experience that leaves you my happy and devoted submissive,” I bluntly stated. “In reality, we’re supposed to have an open and mature discussion of sexual desires and limits. What’s really going to happen is that I’m going to bed and pray that you’re still interested in discussing this in the morning. I’m just... done. So... either go to the bathroom and then crawl into my bed or go home and call me in the morning.”
~Thirteen~
The killer was looking at twin visions of sexual intentions.
Camryn and Laney were favorites at Liquid Paradise, a converted strip club that is now the best upscale gentleman’s club in town. It catered to rich businessmen and these men, with their money, catered to Camryn and Laney. The police always suspected for the past year about ‘alleged’ prostitution at the club, but their hands were tied due to lack of evidence. Avoiding investigation was Camryn and Laney’s forte, as well.
Although the owners wanted to get rid of them both, too much money was being made because of them, and they didn’t want to lose business to the competition, especially in this economy.
Their looks made them a hit at any club. Their willingness to do whatever it took to please a customer made them even bigger. But the fact that they were twins who looked the way they did and played the way they did made them legendary. They were months away from escaping the land of table dances. Their spread in Busty Beauties would be out soon enough, just a matter of time.
They loved what they did though. When they stripped, they loved the interaction with the customer. They loved the power. They loved when other women attended; trying to show their husbands they were sexy.
That’s what they thought they saw tonight. A young woman with short, jet-black hair was sitting alone at the edge of the runway. They were surprised however, when the woman approached them.
“How much for a private show?” the woman asked.
Camryn spoke first, “umm... 500 for both of us.”
“I will give you a thousand dollars now and a thousand later, if we go upstairs right now,” the woman offered.
Laney said nary a word, but grabbed Camryn’s and the mysterious woman’s hand, leading them upstairs to a private room.
The killer awaited their arrival…
The killer leaned back in the leather couch, waiting for the private show. There is a stripping poll and a 5x5 square of mirrored floor. Vanity’s Nasty Girl pulsed through the small sound system as Camryn emerges, in silver hot pants and a silver shirt, tied off in Daisy Duke-style.
Wrapping one leg around the pole, she smiled at the killer. “I thought you would want a show first.”
“You thought correctly,” The killer said, sipping a martini.
Laney strutted out to her twin, standing behind her. Wearing the same silver outfit, with additional silver, elbow high gloves, she lightly ran her hands up and down Camryn’s hips, sides and over her breasts.
The killer got comfortable, drowning in the sea of blonde.
With a flip of a wrist, Camryn’s top came off. The killer leaned forward, at this point, dying to get a glimpse of Camryn’s melons, but Laney had deftly positioned her hands over her sister’s orbs.
She gripped them tightly for a second, but then loosened her grip. She removed her fingers slowly, revealing more and more of Camryn’s faux-tanned tit. She stopped, only her middle fingers covering her nipples. She winked at the killer, who nodded in return. On command she moved, the tiny pink bud springing to life. She ran her hands down her sister’s belly, sliding them into the waistband of her silver hot pants. The killer saw her hand, through the silver material, sliding into and over her slit. She withdrew her hand, covered with a liquid, visible sign of her excitement. She sashayed over to the killer, offering her fingers to succulent lips…
Blonde pussy surrounded the killer.
Camryn stood behind the killer, rubbing and gently caressing all over. Laney used the killer’s thigh as support for one foot, her other on the floor, offering an opened pink pussy for licking and viewing pleasure. The killer saw it was still slick from the tongue thrashing that her sister had given it.
“So, who was born first?” the killer asked as fingers sank knuckle deep into Laney’s womb.
Camryn spoke up, not realizing the reasoning for the question, “I am...by two minutes!”
“Well, then Camryn wins the prize!!!”
The killer stood up and retrieved a ball gag and handcuffs from the bag.
Laney announced that the two don’t mind a little rough play, “but it will cost more.”
“I am sure it’s well worth extra,” the killer replied.
The two handcuffed Laney to a chair. Then they secured the ball gag in her mouth so that she couldn’t utter a word.
“Now the fun begins,” the killer announced.
The killer reached into the bag and pulled out a 9mm Beretta fitted with silencer. Turning to Camryn, the killer fired two shots into her chest, killing her instantly and splattering her sister with blood.
Laney was sobbing, inaudibly, due to the ball-gag. The killer knelt in front of her, wiping some of the blood off.
“Shhh sexy, you have 2 more minutes. I thought I should let you catch up to your sister.”
The killer masturbated over Camryn’s body. “Did you like what you saw?” Laney’s eyes were red from crying, her cheeks wet with tears.
The killer reached in and retrieved a dagger from the bag and carved a Roman numeral three into Camryn’s chest.
She then turned to Laney, kneeling next to her.
Laney turned away, but the killer held her head close.
“Shhh, it will all be over soon,” the killer said. While staring in her eyes, the killer stabs the knife deep into her flesh.
As blood flew through the air, the killer carved the Roman numeral four into the second twin...
I felt that it was best that the two met.
No time like the present.
Natasha joined me and Niki for brunch. I wanted to introduce them, partly because I insisted on keeping completely open about the tw
o of them and let them know that they have the same desires in common, the other reason because I really needed to get my mind off the cases for a while.
“So, how long have you and Dom been partners?” Niki asked, as she opened another bottle of champagne to make some mimosas.
“Four days,” Natasha chuckled.
“Damn, Dom, you moved quickly,” Niki tried to sound jealous, but I knew her better than that.
“No more quickly than you and I moved,” I replied, not taking the bait.
“I am surprised at this. How open you two are,” Niki remarked.
“I figured out a long time ago that you cannot be happy if you ignore part of yourself. So I’ve learned to embrace it. The night at Club Coquette kinda helped a lot, too,” Natasha blushed as she explained.
“Damn, and I had my epiphany after Dom scened with this performer last night at Indigo Lounge. Looks like our friendly neighborhood P.I. has been making the rounds,” Niki looked at me. She then looked at Natasha, taking her hand, “Let’s head into the living room so we can get better acquainted.”
Natasha looked at the glass of mimosa, swirling it back and forth as if trying to figure out her next move within the glass. She finally made eye contact with Niki and replied, “I thought you would never ask.”
Damn. So this was how Ramesses felt?
Niki sat against the couch, the glass of mimosa on the floor next to her. She was dressed in a white cotton thong and her white button-down blouse. Natasha was sitting beside her, her right foot on the ground, leg bent on a 90-degree angle, while the leg nearest Niki was on the ground, pressed against Niki’s leg.
The two were engaged in a sensuous kiss, their tongues gently exploring their mouths. It is the kind of kiss two lovers share when they feel an instant, deep connection. Niki looked lost in Natasha’s warm mouth. She looked as if she was floating, as if this was the first kiss she had ever experienced and that no other would ever be better. Natasha was nervous as to what would happen next, I felt it on her. She looked like a 14 year-old girl playing doctor in her parents’ basement. She nervously ran her hand up and down Natasha’s neck, feeling her excitement racing. She loved the softness of her skin, the delicacy.
Natasha moved to her knees, continuing the embrace.
She felt Niki’s hand on her arm, running up and down. I watched her shiver, get deeper into the kiss.
Niki grabbed Natasha’s hand and moved it toward her breast. Niki moaned as she slowly massaged the perfectly rounded breast.
Natasha broke the kiss, trying to fight through the dizziness from it. “Niki, I don’t know how to say this. I am so glad that I met you, I don’t want this to be just a...you know.”
Niki raised her fingers to Natasha’s lips. “Shhh, you don’t have to say anything. I know. It’s hard to find someone like you – successful, intelligent and so sexy. So don’t worry, I feel it, too.”
All I could do was watch. I mean, what red-blooded man wouldn’t enjoy seeing this?
I didn’t want to interrupt them while they were in the midst of their intimacy, so I slipped out into the kitchen to leave them to their devices. I figured eventually they would want me in there.
It gave me a moment to be alone with my thoughts a bit.
I wanted them both, that much was for certain, but I couldn’t really figure out if I was being greedy or if it was just hellacious on the good luck.
Both women were on the force, so discretion was a must. Playing at the Palace would cure that ill, considering that it is an exclusively private compound that screens the clientele and membership.
I should know; I was head of security.
I would have to be careful not to call either of them for any problems that may arise with my dealings with the police departments as well. That would only complicate matters once we all got home from our respective occupations. But then again, it won’t matter, since I would be their Master in time.
I would have to be open in my dealings with any women that I happen to interact with outside of them,
too. The one thing that Ramesses and Amenhotep preached and drilled in my head over and over again was the need for transparency, to make sure that there are no secrets, because there was no need to lie in this lifestyle, that we could leave that madness to the vanilla world.
Yeah, there would be a lot that needed to be discussed when these cases were over.
I heard screaming coming from the living room, but it wasn’t the type of screaming that I thought I would be hearing from the two of them at this point.
“Dom!” I heard Natasha screaming for me as if something was really, really wrong.
I paced the room, completely livid.
Seeing my girls half naked would have been a beautiful thing to behold to say the least, but it was the red mark in the shape of a “V”, or rather, a Roman numeral five that I saw that was right at Niki’s panty line that had me on serious edge.
I looked at Niki, completely beside myself at that point, trying to get a hold of my emotions.
She had been in intimate contact with the killer and she didn’t even know it.
“Niki, where the hell did you get that?” I demanded.
“A girl I met, at a club a few weeks ago. We have been seeing each other regularly. Sometimes things get a little… kinky,” Niki responded, almost embarrassed that she had to reveal that information.
I wasn’t worried about the fact that Niki had been holding out on me at that moment, especially when she said I was the first one that she was trying to figure this out with, because I didn’t ask, frankly speaking.
But there is a killer that needed to be caught, and I didn’t want to bother with “21 Questions” at that particular moment. This was the closest that we had been in a couple of days, and this needed to be done.
Right now, things needed to happen yesterday.
She’d been in close contact with the killer, who we now knew was a woman.
My senses kicked in quickly. As long as I felt we had the upper hand, then it made the next few moves crucial. If we were going to do this right, I needed Niki’s help.
“Niki, I am going to need to know who this woman is and how you contact her,” I pressed her further.
“Ok, her name is Simone and all I have is a cell number,” Niki replied quickly, not sure how to take my aggression at that moment.
That name stopped me dead in my tracks.
Simone.
I shook my head.
No way… too much of a coincidence.
Niki sat on the floor against the couch, the button down shirt wrapped around her, in a complete shock.
“Dom, what the hell is going on?”
Before I could answer, Natasha came rushing into the room, “We have another one.”
I couldn’t help but curse out loud at that point.
I kissed Niki on the forehead and looked into her eyes. “Everything will be fine. I need you to go get that number, ok?”
Niki nodded, started flipping through her personal cell phone.
“Well, we actually have two; a Sally and Jessica Boles?” Natasha confessed.
Suddenly, I’m not feeling so good again. Those names are the real names of two of the girls at Liquid.
This was so unreal…
“And I take it you knew them, too?” was Natasha’s response to my despondent behavior.
Niki was still in a state of confusion, trying to get the number from her phone. “Will someone please let me know what the fuck is going on?!?!?”
“Niki, here’s the deal,” I summarized it for her. “Natasha and I have been dealing with a homicide that seems to have turned into a serial case now. The woman that you’ve been intimate with… has been leaving Roman numeral carvings into the victims that she’s been killing, and they all have a link to me.”
“So, you mean the new victims…” Niki started.
“Yeah, they’re dancers at Liquid,” I answered her thought pattern. “They were two of the money makers
there, usually were very flirty with me whenever I was handling security there. Where were the bodies found, Natasha?”
“Bodies were found at Liquid.”
Fuck.
That meant that Ramesses and Neferterri would know what was up soon.
I texted them both to let them know I was already en route to the club.
“OK, I am going over there to see what’s going on. Watch Niki for me. I am also gonna send a couple of agents over to sit and watch the house. Maybe this Simone person will come to us.”
I couldn’t let on that I knew what was up just yet. It was the only advantage that I had right now.
This couldn’t be the same Simone that I remembered?
I had to put those thoughts out of my head fast. I couldn’t think that way.
Natasha leaned in and kissed me. I did the same with Niki when she came back into the room.
“I tried to call her, but the number is dead now,” Niki informed me, not sure what to do at that moment. It was the first time that she’d been so close to being victimized.
I knew it had to be traumatizing her, which is why I silently nodded to Natasha that she needed to stay here at the house with her instead of riding with me. Any detective on the scene would know that I was on the case as well.
“No worries, baby. I am going to check these latest murders out. You’re in good hands, I am sure.”
I left the girls in the house, and made my way over to Liquid.
A range of emotions were on me as soon as I got in the truck.
The pieces were coming together so fast it was damn near making my head spin.
Simone was a plaything in college. She was supposed to be simply a tutor that I fucked, no more so than the other ones that I had relations with while they were trying to get me through college. After all, I was the ladies’ man, the BMOC, one of the star football players that all the ladies wanted.
Only, Simone wanted more.
Much more…
But it was the one piece that made me shiver because it truly let me know that this was all about me.
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