EP 2. THE KISS

The morning sunlight passes through the open window shades, casting a warm glow from the bedroom into the kitchen. The dull hum of the T.V. plays in the background of the quiet home, detailing the gruesome murder of a well-known therapist. Xela listens while he counts the number of completed pushups “457, 458, 459, 460.”

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“Dr. Francis Ladle was found last night in his office deceased. The victim had over 24 stab wounds and lacerations covering his body. The main suspect, Jeane Diggs, was also found holding one of the alleged murder weapons, a name plaque. The second suspect has not been identified yet. Facing 2nd-degree murder, she was released on bond to her husband...,”

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The news anchor on the T.V. says. Then sudden rapid ringing of the doorbell causes the boy's attention to veer off. Xela rises off the floor, stretching his arms above his head. This early? He thinks before the violent knocking ensues. Xela reaches for the handle, cracking the door slightly.

“Good morning, Ma’am; I am Detective Bronze. I was wondering if your husband wouldn’t mind answering a few questions about yesterday’s murder of Dr. Francis Ladle.” A man in a brown jacket flashes his badge. He moves his hand to his side to expose the gun on his waist. “Come on in, officer. I would be happy to help in any way,” Xela says as she steps out of the way, clearing a path for him to enter.

“I don’t have much to offer but would you like anything to drink. I think I might have tea.”

“No, I’m ok, Ma’am, but thanks for the offer,” the detective replies. “So, is Mr. Xela home?”

“Mr. Xela? Sorry but it's only me. I’m not married. No boyfriend either.”

“Well, Ma’am, according to the records, Xela, a male, was supposedly scheduled to have an appointment with Dr. Ladle at 3pm.”

“Oh yeah, I was there at 3pm.”

Detective Bronze looks at the cream-colored woman. Her short dusty blonde hair, grass green eyes, and the flawless petite frame cause him to adjust his pants and lower his tone. “And what were you doing there, pretty little lady?”

“Like you said, I had an appointment with the doctor. I wanted to talk to him about something that happened in the past, but he became very aggressive during the talk. He even grabbed and forced himself on me. Luckily, Mrs. Diggs heard the commotion and rush in. She saw Dr. Ladle attempting to take advantage of me and demanded he stopped. However that only made him more aggressive. He struck me, knocking me off and into the floor.” Looking at the detective to her left, Xela pulls up her knees and lays her head on them sideways. The detective could smell the sweet scent emulating from the moistened pool forming between her crotch. It draws his attention down, where he witness the silhouette of a perfectly formed mitten behind the saturated spot on her undergarments.

“You’re saying he got physical with you. Is that right?

“Yes, after he hit me, I started to black out. When I awoke, Mrs. Diggs was standing there covered in blood. She looked at me and told me to run home. So I did.”

Xela moves closer to the detective. She sits with her leg brushing against his while sliding her hand up his thigh and between his legs. While her oval- shaped eyes peer into his.

“I didn’t see what happen, but I know she saved me.” Xela says while laying her head on his shoulder.

Directive Bronze shakes his head vigorously to bring himself out of the lustfully thought that were assaulting his mind. Thought of ripping off the young girls clothes, slamming her into the wall, and ravaging her tight dripping hole. But trying to continue to investigation, he asks,

“We can see a hooded person enter and exit the lobby waiting room twice to be exact. Around the time the murder took place. So that was you? It doesn’t look like the shape of your body from the video.” The detective’s hand wraps around her waist. Getting lost in her beauty, he tries to make sense of it all.

“Wait a minute, something isn’t adding up with this situation. You don’t look like the person that removed his hood in the video, and you’re not a male. And we can clearly see the person say something to Mrs. Diggs before the secretary retrieved the murder weapon  from her desk and went into his office. ”

“I told her what happened inside his office and what he did to me. I didn’t see her grab the name plate, though.” Xela explains as she continues to caress his leg.

The officer pulls out his small notebook and records the conversation the two are having.  “Wait you said that she heard the commotion and ran in. Which is it Ms. Xela?” he asks, refusing to look up. He focuses on the words he is scribing, trying not to be tempted by the gorgeous lady any longer,

“So what is the truth, Mrs. Xela?”

Xela sits across the detective’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kisses his cheek softly and whispers into his ear.

“You want the truth? Ok… About two years back, A string of  women went missing. Each were found dead a week after they disappeared. Six to be exact. And each one was found yards away from the previous dumping spot. Only a couple things were tying the women together. They all had a documented case of depression and sought professional help. That help came in the form of Dr. Ladle. I know this because one of those missing girls was an acquaintance of mine. When I learned that she was gone, I filed a report at the police department. But it was too late. she was found a week later. Her body cleaned and placed in a muddy ditch. The police department determined it was a suicide by means of an overdose. But truth is they didn’t care. Another recovering  prostitute off the streets. If they would have taking it seriously, it wouldn’t be hard to piece together that each woman died from the same drug. Prescribed illegally by someone that wasn’t qualified to give medicine. That being the good doctor.”

The detective grabs the small of her back and pulls her close. His breath runs down her neck.

“Same medicine…huh? I will be sure to look into it. Anything else? Any other reason to suspect Doctor Ladle?” the investigator asked.

Xela circled her tongue around his ear. “Yes, they was one more thing. Each one of the women was in the process of transitioning. Which drove the depression and lead them to his office. I knew he was the one when he looked at me... I still had a dick. But only when he kissed me, I was I able to see exactly what he did to those ladies. Chained and tortured for fun.”

Xela grabs the raising indentation in the detective’s pants. “For what he did to them, I had him dismember himself and offer it to me. And that was that. However, he kissed me. So killing him was the only option.” Xela grabs the detective’s throat, thrusting his head back. Catching the man by surprise. The investigator places his hand on her chest and attempts to push Xela off. But she plunges her tongue into his mouth quicker than he could react. The man’s eyes go ghost white, squeezing the girl even tighter. Then, as she slips her tongue out of his mouth, she slides his head down onto the seat cushion.

“And once you kiss me, only misery awaits you. Day after day, your cravings for me will grow in intensity until your mind believes there’s nothing else but me. At that point, you will become a threat. There’s no resisting it.”

She stands up and slowly lifts up her shirt. The detective watches as she adjust the damp crotch of her underwear to the side. Xela hovers her parted legs over his head before gently squatting on his face. He grabs her thighs, locking her firmly in place while she grinds her soft slick peach into his mouth.

“In your report, you will say that Mrs. Diggs rushed into the office to rescue me. And acted out of self-defense. Ok?” the lady says. The detective replies with a muffled,

“Yes.”

“If you investigate his house, you will find some of the missing bodies under the living room floor. And the others are buried under his dog’s house,” Xela says, as she continuously feeds the welcoming detective the nectar of her sweet fruit. Finally, she grips the top of the couch, her nails dig deep into the fabric and finished in a scream of ecstasy. Exhausted and spent, Xela remains motionless for a couple minutes to collect her composure. Then with a satisfied exhale, she un-straddles the detective’s face.  She released her shirt, letting it hand to the top of her petite ass. She stared down at the man’s that was now covered in her cream. He gets up and wiped his face clean with his hand, before tasting it off his fingers.

While she walks him to the door, she says, “I hope I was able to help you with your search, Detective Bronze,” to the desperately infatuated man.

“You did. Thanks for your cooperation. But I need to see you again. So, once I fill this report, I will come right back over,” the detective said while wearing still holding remnants of her juices in his scruffy beard.

“Yes, please, but can you do something for me before you return? It’ll make my day.”

“Yes, anything.”

“I need for you to destroy the tapes and evidence of the investigation. Can you do that for me?”

The detective's eyes develop a red sheen, “Yes, I will do it to make you happy. Then I can come back?”

“I will be waiting,” Xela says after she closes the door behind the man.

Hot water from the shower trickles down her body. It creates a mist-like vapor that coats the inside of the bathroom. She places her hand on the wall and lifts her thigh, washing the scent of the detective’s saliva from between her legs.

At least I found your killer, Tina. We weren’t really friends, but your presence will be missed.

She thought as the water dripped from her face. Exiting the shower, she looks into the fogged mirror, wiping it clean with a dank cloth. Next, she takes a towel and vigorously dries her wet hair until a thought emerges in her head.

What am I?

Xela lays the towel down on the sink and stares at herself.