Justin couldn't remember that last time he had seen such a beautiful woman. Her face only was enough to make a man fall to his knees to thank god, but her body, oh god, she had a body. Slim, with big, perky, round breasts, a flat stomach and hips that could choke a bear. Her smooth skin would haunt him long after she had left. He couldn't describe the color, mocha always came to mind but it didn't do her any justice.
Her long, dark brown hair reached down to the small back and blew softly as she moved to the beat. He laid on the bed and watched her prance around the room, dancing for him. Her eyes never breaking from his as she seduced him. She turned around and reached back behind her to unclasped her bra and let it fall slowly to the floor. She turned back around, her eyes staring deeply into his as she moved her hips and walked slowly to him.
She crawled onto the bed and straddled him, still in her black underwear and high heels. He liked it when she kept her heels on. His hands flew to either side of her hips and held her tightly as her hips started to buck slightly into his. She closed her eyes as he's lips met the skin between her chest. Her hands dug into his hair and massaged his scalp as he moaned against her hot skin.
She, herself could not remember meeting such a beautiful man. She often wondered what he saw in her. He could have any girl he wanted; yet, he kept coming back to her. For once in her life, he provided consistency, conversation and great sex. She had never really experience any of those things before.
She raised up slowly, to allow him to pull off her little panties and to tear off his boxers before she sat back down, taking him into her hands. She stroked him a few times, bucking her hips into him. She raised up again, and started to come down, guiding his dick into her. She had just felt his tip against her lips when his phone rang. She let out a deep, irritated sigh as she rolled off of him and sat next to him on the bed as he answered the phone.
"Detective Timberlake." he said, throwing her a look.
He nodded his head as the other person talked loudly into the phone, "Okay, i'll be there in five captain."
He flipped his razr shut and laid it back on the table before throwing his feet over the side of the bed. He pulled up his boxers and then turned back to her, "Don't be mad."
"This is the third time you've done this to me."
He sighed, and stepped into slacks, "I know and I'm sorry."
"Oh fuck you. I don't even know why I waste my time with you anymore. You don't do anything but fuck me over." She said, getting off of the bed and collecting her own underwear.
He watched her as she dressed hastily, mumbling words and insults to herself all the while. He slipped into his shirt and tie and then clipped his badge and gun onto his hip, "You can stay if you want, I don't care."
"I don't want to stay, I've got money to make." She said, starting to walk past him.
He grabbed her wrist and stared into her dark brown eyes, "Candy, you don't have to be mean. I always pay you don't I?" She doesn't answer, "Don't I? I could haul your ass off to jail for prostitution."
"Fuck you."
"No, I'd rather fuck you."
He placed his hand on her thigh and then runs it up into her dress and places the one hundred dollar bill into the rim of her panties, "I'm still your favorite customer aren't I?" He whispered into her ear.
She nods her head yes and squeezes his still slightly hard package before getting up on her tip toes to kiss him lightly on the lips, "If you don't get back to late, call me. I'm just going to go home tonight instead of prowling the streets."
"Okay."
They exit his apartment together, not talking as they take the steps down to the ground level. They part, Justin going left to get into his car and Candy going right to start the walk home. When he pulls his 2000 Mustang into the driveway, he turns on his signal but turns his head to watch her walk. He watches her until she turns the corner and then turns into the street to make his way to 3rd and Franklin.
When he makes it there, he can already hear his captain's voice. The lights off of the squad cars illuminated the other wise dark dark and he pulled along the curb. He stepped out of the car and walked slowly over to his captain and partner, "What's up?"
"Another dead girl, that's her mother over there." Justin glances over at the distraught woman as one of the rookies holds her up, "We think it's the same guy as the other two murders. She's been shot, stabbed and then raped post-mortum. A fifty dollar bill was found on the body but there are no prints."
Justin shakes his head and then walks over to the big oak tree. As he rounds the tree, the dead girl comes into his vision. Her cold, dead eyes stare out into the darkness and Justin cocks his head to the left, looking her over. Poor girl, she didn't deserve this. Justin glanced over at the photographer, who placed little yellow cards with black numbers all around her and photographed her. This sight didn't bother Justin though, he had seen plenty since he had first started working homicide. After five years, nothing fazed him anymore.
"Yeah, it's definitely the same guy. How many times was she stabbed?" Justin asked as his partner, Jack, walked up beside him.
"Umm," He said, flipping through his little notebook, "Thirty two times, she was stabbed."
"And shot once in the stomach?"
"Yep." Jack said, raising his coffee cup to his lips.
"Yeah, it's definitely the same guy. What is this pricks motive though? It looks as if he's just picking random women off of the streets."
"I don't know. Are you hungry?" Jack asks.
"I could eat, yeah."
"Let's grab something and talk this over. Hey Manny?" The photographer, looked up at him, "You wanna come with us?"
"No man, I've gotta lot more to do here, I'll catch you next time though."
"Alright, can you get those pictures to me by Monday?"
"They'll be on your desk."
The two detectives walk to their respected cars and meet up at the Denny's a couple of blocks away. Once at their table, Jack throws two folders on the top, pictures of two other gruesome murders slide out, "I have two theories." He says as Justin grabs some of the pictures and looks the over.
"And they would be?" Justin asked.
"One, this guy is a classic case, molested as a child, had an abusive mother, and takes out his frustrations and hatred of women on prostitutes because they represent the pure essence of a woman; sex."
"You've been reading again, haven't you Jack?" Justin teased.
"Shut up, or two, he's just a nut job that likes to kill and rape young girls."
"I don't know, he's starting to drive me fucking crazy. Why does he half to pick my damn district every time?" Justin says, rubbing his forehead.
"Ooh, someone looks frustrated. When's the last time you've gotten some pussy man? You look terrible."
"I was actually in the middle of gettin' some when I got the call."
His partner let out a sigh and grabbed his chest, "I hate it when that shit happens. Damn man, I'm sorry to hear that."
Justin shrugged his shoulder, "It happens, how's the wife and kid?"
"Eh, they're good. Tracey is driving me fucking crazy, she still thinks I'm cheating."
"You are still cheating." Justin says, matter of factly.
"So what, she doesn't know that."
Justin shook his head and pretended to listen as his friend kept running off at the mouth. He envied Jack, he wanted what Jack had. A wife and a beautiful little baby to come home to every night. He wanted that with one person but she happened to not want that same thing. She always reminded him when he started to talk about getting her out of the game, that she was a prostitute. She would always be a prostitute and not even Justin, could get her to stop.
"You still seeing that girl?" Jack asked, breaking Justin out of his thoughts.
"Uh, yeah. That's who I was with."
Jack stared at his friend, "Why do you keep fucking with that nasty girl? You could have any good, sweet girl you wanted but you keep fucking around with a dirty ass prostitute."
"Hey, keep your voice down." Justin says.
"You just don't want to hear what I'm telling you."
"You're damn right, I'm a grown ass man, I'll do what I want Jackson."
Jack leaned back in the booth, both hands around his cup of coffee, "How do you know she's clean? I'm mean you told me yourself that she's been hooking since she was fifteen."
Justin sighs, "I know she's clean okay? She gets tested every six months."
Jack shakes his head still, "I just don't get you sometimes man. She's a dirty, filthy-"
"You have a lot of nerve talking to me about this shit. Aren't you the one that pays your daughters babysitter to fuck you when your wife is working the late shift? It's the same damn thing Jackson."
"First of all, don't call me Jackson. Second of all, at least Sam doesn't prowl the streets at night looking for a john."
"Why does she when she's got you eating out of her hand?" Justin says, his eyebrows raised, "Me and you are doing the same thing, just with two different people."
The two men continue to argue in the little dinner without knowing that someone is watching them. The Franklin killer, as he was called in the news because all three women were found on Franklin street, sat across the street, watching Justin and Jackson. He had no interest in Jackson but Justin was another story. He watched him as Justin laughed, how he brought his cup up to his lips, how he chewed his food thoroughly before he swallowed.
"Justin." He said to himself.
He know had a name to a face. He stood from his spot on the bench, looking at Justin once more before heading off to his apartment once more. Walking past the very cops that were desperately trying to find him.
Hours later, Justin walked back into his apartment and glanced at the clock. 2:30. She's still be awake at 2:30, he thought to himself. He pulled his black razr from his pocket and dialed her number. You're the only customer that I've given my number to. Her voice ran through his head as he waited for her to pick up.
"Hello?" She said, yawning into the phone.
"I'm calling."
He could practically hear her smiling, "Do you want to come over and finish what you started?"
"Sure Candy."
"Don't call me Candy, I'm off duty now." Her sweet voice said.
"Sorry, Mary Jane."
She laughs a little, "Nobody calls me that anymore. I wonder why I let you know everything about me."
This time, it's Justin's turn to smile, "Because you like me. I'll be there in about ten, I gotta change."
"Kay."
They hang up and Justin walks into his closet to throw on some jeans and a shirt. Finally, he could relax.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Here is chapter 2, thanks for the review ladies and I hope you enjoy!
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