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Hidden Truths ? ? ? ?
(An Erotic Murder Mystery)
Part 7
Alisa Martinez

"Mmmh, Yessssssss Papi just like that! YES!! Eat this pussy! Oh my God! You gonna make me cum daddy!! Ohh Shit! I fuckin love you Landon!”
I woke up cumming…again! It’s five in the morning. Dayumm! I need to get some dick in real life. These dreams about Landon were so real and intense I always wake up with my pussy dripping wet. That dream was crazy!
The sun was going down and we were walking along Cocoa Beach. We had just came from visiting the Kennedy space center and the vibes were great between us. Things felt so right! I wished it were real! He had even picked the perfect spot to watch the sunset. The area was so intimate and discreet.
"Alisa you’re so beautiful I don't know why I waited so long to make you mine" he said.
I flashed him a satisfying grin. "All that matters is us being together now. I've always loved you Landon. I need you to know that" I replied.
The words slipped out with ease. He leaned in for a kiss and the heat that passed between us was undeniable. We kissed feverishly and I tugged at his white button down, wanting to feel all of him. He rubbed my breasts through my pink strapless sundress and my nipples responded instantly. I'd wanting it for so long my pussy was wet and throbbing with anticipation. He pulled my dress down and put one of my dark chocolate nipples in his mouth and his tongue teased me into a trance.
"Please Landon, I need you inside of me!" I begged.
He placed his hands inside of my soaked panties then rubbed the silky juices around my clit. "Shiiiit!" Was all I managed to get out between clenched teeth.
He watched me intensely while playing with my pussy and bringing me to the brink of climax. He suddenly pulled his hand away. I stared into his eyes with the 'Come Fuck Me' look spread across my face and watched him lustfully licked each of his fingers before kneeling down in front of me.
"This pussy is too sweet to not be eaten my love." His lips were warm and gentle as they touched mine. She opened for him, and his tongue flicked my clit so slowly that I released myself to him with my heart and soul attached.
"Mmmh, Yessssssss Papi...” and that's when I woke up. It's odd we never actually get to fuck in my dreams. It's always him eating my pussy until I cum and then boom… I'm wake and wet! Maybe him being married to the devil's bitch has something to do with it.
I get up to jump in the shower just as my phone goes off. I look to see who it is and it's the station.
"Martinez speaking" I say into the phone.
"Hey, its Jones it's get up time we got another male victim. Better call Monroe and get your asses to the scene! It’s at 269 Carlisle Drive…one of the good neighborhoods. Guess your guy is moving on up!"
"Shit!! Thanks Jones, I'll see you when we get to the station."
"Hey! You guys be safe out there!" He chimed.
"Always!" I replied. The line disconnected and I quickly dialed Monroe.
"Get Your Ass Up Partner. We got another one!"
I take a quick shower to wash last night's dream away and head out to the scene.
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Our killers rage is increasing heavily. The fact that she killed two nights in a row is a clear sign that she wants us to hunt her down. She chopped off the victim’s fingers and toes along with his penis. Jesus Christ! We need to catch her and fast. This woman has neither heart nor conscious. My mind began racing to figure out what kind of satisfaction she could be getting by killing and mutilating these men. I'm getting angry at myself because someone else's father is dead and we have no leads. I mean we have nothing! I rubbed my hands against my pants leg and peeked at my partner.
The scenes are getting harder for him to stomach. I offered to work with Jones on the case if he needed relief but he said he's good. Sure he's good puking his guts up. He's the boss of this relationship, so hey.
We'd seen enough of the blood show, so we headed to Axum's Coffee shop on West Plant street to start the paperwork and start connecting some dots. I rode over with him and we got a table and some coffee while we go over some written evidence about the case.
"Monroe, the toxicology reports showed that she's injecting the men with Pancuronium bromide to paralyze them and potassium chloride to stop their hearts before she mutilates them. You think our killer could be a doctor or nurse?"
"I highly doubt it. The cuts on the body were messy and really not the signature of a doctor. But you never know." He said.
I sat reviewing the reports in deep thought. Monroe suddenly excused himself to go to the bathroom. I could tell his dick was hard by the way he was fidgeting in his seat. I wonder what he was thinking about. I smiled at the thought of him slapping me across the lips with his juicy dick. For me it was just another day in wanting misery, with piles of notes on a serial killer bitch on the loose to get me through.
“Aye Dio mio!” I moaned as I rubbed my forehead.
Once Monroe returned to the table we reviewed more evidence and notes from the crime scenes. It was really time for us to start hitting the beat and start asking people some questions. I didn't want to miss any possible leads to this crazy woman. I knew there was only so much more death and blood my partner could take along with myself.
Monroe looked a lot less stressed after her used the bathroom, and on our way out of Auxum's I peeped why. I’m not sure what caused me to look down at his feet but there it was a small white spot of cum on his shoe. It took everything in me not to drool but I definitely laughed and pointed it out to him. If he only knew, I had much sexier places for him to put that cum. But business is business right. Detectives handle business not each other's cum. That definitely was the highlight of our heavy day at work.
"Monroe you oughta check in with pinky tonight and see if anyone knows anything."
"Good idea Martinez, I'll stop through there later," he replied.
Once at the station I checked in with Jones to see if he had any new information, but there was nothing yet. We gotta get a hit somewhere.
My father's dead face flashed across my mind. I couldn’t let this Bitch get away no matter what I have to do!
After another long day of blood, paperwork and pictures we still hadn’t gotten any closer to who our killer was. I felt so overwhelmed I didn't know what to do. I definitely needed a release! I picked up the phone and dialed up Pinky.
"Hola Bonita! What's been going on down that way? Everything good?"
"Yeah, pretty much the same shit different day." Pinky responded.
"Guess that means business is good. I called to see if you got anything for me?
"Alisa, Landon already came through shakin shit up like he the Damm boss up in here! He Lucky I got love for his fine ass or I'd have Vanessa on the 911 dial up." She laughed.
"I ain't talking about the case pinky! I need to let go all this shit for a night. I'm too stressed out and I'm trying not to lose it!"
"Oh! Hell Nahh Alisa!! You said you were done creeping up in here damm near a year ago! Please Tell Me! What was the whole sense of you moving way to Florida from California to get the career of your dreams and then still be shaking ya ass when you don't need to!” Her question was laced with a sincere concern.
"Pinky come on! You can even keep the money. You know how I love to dance. This'll be the last time for REAL! Por Favor! With kisses on top?!" I begged and whined.
"I'll see what I got in my line up. I'll call you back later Mizz Alizay." Her response was tinged with skepticism. That didn't go as bad as I thought it would. I thought to myself.
Before I left California I danced in a few spots occasionally. It was my stress relief and I just wanted to dance. It's just in my blood. My mother couldn't afford to put me in a dancing school so I got all of my skills from the pole. I never needed the money because I always kept a decent job. It was purely for the art of dancing, plus it helped build the beautiful body I posses.
I wasn't even sure if I wanted to be a cop back then because of how my people looked down at the police. But I eventually made up my mind, got my shit together, and moved here to Florida. I spotted Pinky's place when I was working the traffic unit one day and my urge to dance hit me. I checked it out one weekend and the rest is pretty much history. Whenever I got the urge she'd let me come through and do a private party for her out of town clients. So no one local ever saw me. I wouldn't have done it any other way. My partner would probably flip shit if he knew. I have to enjoy life and let go somehow! Pinky never understood my love for dancing. It's hard to explain. I just feel free when I dance! I hope she calls me back… wedding dresses for the beach
A few hours later pinky called me back saying that she had a private show lined up for a group from New York and that I could come work it, and also not to ask her for anymore work. When she said that I laughed because she knew I'd be calling again. I just needed to call Landon and tell him I'm not feeling well and to have Jones stand in for me if anything happened. He didn't answer so I left a message. I seriously needed the little break. I spent a few hours watching TV before I got ready. Every local news channel was reporting on the string of murders happening in the Orlando area. I tuned in to channel five.
"The lastest victim, Corey Howard, was said to be in the middle divorce proceedings. Speculation is that Precious Howard, the deceased ex wife, could have possibly been involved." The reporter stated. Stupid ass news reporters I thought to myself. I changed the channel back to Real House Wives of Atlanta. It was just about time to get ready.
I went to my secret closet and pulled out my sheer rhinestone covered catsuit and my 7 inch Pleaser Adore Exotic heels. A simple black thong completed my underneath attire. I threw my tan trench coat over me then headed out. I got to Pinky's around 11:30 and entered through the back so I wouldn't be seen. I tossed back a few shots of Tanqueray to get warmed up and ease my nerves. There was entirely too much excitement and nervousness built up since it had been a while. The thought of the lights and eyes watching sent a familiar rush through my body! I was ready to dance! My introductions and my exit were always sexy as Hell!
When Tank’s music began to play, that was my cue. My dark round nipples showed just enough through the sheer rhinestoned material. My ass was nice and round and the outline of my thong added to the 'DAYUMM!' effect. As I walked to the private stage area, I felt my ass jiggling from side to side just as the music got louder.

"I like it when you lose it! I like it when you go there! I like the way you use it!" Tank sang.
I seductively walked up to the pole and by the time Tank sang "I like that you don't play fair," I dropped to my knees and crawled across the stage giving the crowd of fourteen the side view of my ass.
They acted like any semi intoxicated group of young men would by throwing dollars and hollering like crazy people. I rolled over and humped the air while imagining Landon on top of me working his magic. Thoughts of Landon had me turned on and going hard on the stage. I did a few pole tricks and splits. I shook and clapped my ass cheeks to the music. I slid my back down the pole, opened my legs and started slow winding my hips in a circle.
The guys were going crazzzy and making it rain on the stage. I almost had second thoughts about giving Pinky the damm money! I didn't need it though.
After I got the guys wide open, the DJ comes to the stage to exit me with a bottle of Liquor.
"Give it up for Mizz Alizay Yall!"
I take the bottle of Gold Passion Alize, bend over and pour it all over my ass cheeksm then bounce it up and down. I gave my ass a good hard smack before strutting off stage.
“That was fun,” I thought to myself. “Definitely one helluva work out.” I grabbed my duffle bag so I can get cleaned up then check my phone. The screen showed four missed calls from Monroe. What the hell is going on now?
I decide to call him back in the morning considering I was way too tired and sticky. The idea of him licking the Gold Passion Alize off of my ass crossed my mind. The shower was going to be a life saver once I got home. I'll play detective tomorrow. I needed to get some sleep....

To Be Continued...

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