Dionne laid
in bed thinking. She hadn’t slept much
since sending Crag out of her door. She
knew it would be better to not have someone like that under her roof. She couldn’t help, but think she threw him to
the wolves somehow. Sure the orc was
strong, but she doubted he could withstand bullets.
Dionne
couldn’t get memories of Andre Senior out of her head. What if they traced the killing back to
Crag? There would, of course, be a
struggle and shots fired. He would go
down fighting, but he would go down.
Dionne didn’t even know why she cared.
It wasn’t like they shared a tender moment. He quickly proved he was just like the males
of her own race. But there was
something… something that compelled her to think about him… to care about him.
Dionne
swung her legs out of bed, but the rest of her stayed in bed reveling in the
comfort of the cotton sheets. She felt
the drifting cloth as it followed in the wake of her legs moving. Carefully she moved the sheets over her
skin. The feather light feeling traveled
up her legs, between her legs, over her newly hardened nipples into her face
with a flush, then down her spine registering back to her buttocks and vulva
with a solid need for something hard.
She felt
her vaginal muscles clench on an imaginary Crag as he filled her beyond the
point anyone ever had before. Dionne
remembered his penis as it hung as low as his voice with veins that rose like
mountain ranges leading to his foreskin fortress protecting the head of his
penis.
She
imagined clenching his huge muscles while he subjugated her one stroke at a
time. ‘On my honor, I have never mated a
female against her will’ he said in her head.
Dionne smiled and imagined saying, ‘This is completely by my will.’ Maybe that’s why she thought of him. Despite having normal male instincts, he
chose not to let them rule him. He could
have easily taken her and who knows Dionne might have even enjoyed it, but she
would have felt wrong afterward. He knew
that and didn’t pursue it even though she had expressed hunger for him.
Her real
fingers teased and rubbed at her clitoris as she let her mind drift further
into fantasy. She imagined what he would
look like when he reached climax. She
imagined his eyes going wide; his under bite jaw extending like the maw of a
great cavern; the roar of his orgasm like a thousand lions; the flood of his
semen completely filling her vagina. Her
muscles clenched tightly in a simultaneous orgasm with imaginary Crag and felt
the flood of juices leak from between her legs as she moaned softly and
contentedly.
She didn’t
mean to, but she passed out in the same position with her legs still hanging
off of the bed.
~ * ~
Just past noon, Detective Jane Hunter knocked
on Dionne Jenkins’ door. She should have
been home, she worked last night. Dionne
answered the door wearing a red silk kimono and apparently nothing else. Hunter caught an accidental flash of coffee
colored upper thigh as Dionne swung the door open.
“Can I help
you?” Dionne asked.
“Are you
Miss Jenkins?” Hunter asked.
“Missus,
yes.”
“My name is
Detective Jane Hunter. May I ask you a
few questions?”
“Sure,”
Dionne said this and didn’t move to let the detective into her house.
“Could we
go inside?”
Dionne
crossed her arms in front of her and stood taller in the doorway. “I would prefer we didn’t.”
“Fair
enough.” Hunter wasn’t intimidated, but didn’t
want to push. “First, what happened
after you got off of work two days ago?”
“I left
work and went home.”
“Do you
recall interacting with Tobias Smith before going home?”
“Tobias…
you mean Creepy Toby?”
“That seems
to be the nickname for him,” Hunter said.
“Did you see him after work?”
“Wasn’t my
choice, but yes.”
“What do
you mean?” Detective Hunter asked.
“I’ve told
him repeatedly, I’m fine giving him lap dances on hours, but there is a rule
against fraternization outside of work.”
Hunter
scribbled into her notebook. “Where is
your car?”
“What do
you mean?”
“Your car,
license plate L0K-T4R. You don’t have a
garage and I don’t see it on the street.”
“Funny you
mention it. Freak accident, the light
pole I parked next to collapsed and crushed it.
I took it to the shop to see what they could do, but it’s probably toast
so I’ve ridden to work with Arnie.”
“That is Arnold Park?”
Dionne
nodded. “Yep. Anything else?”
“Eye
witnesses say they saw a large brown skinned man attack Mister Smith. Can you tell me about this?”
Dionne
shrugged. “Maybe it happened after I
left. The light pole crushed my car and
I left after that to head home because I didn’t want to deal with it and Toby
at the same time.”
Hunter
scribbled in her notebook. “I see. Do you know anything about the blood spatter
on the concrete? It was more of a gush
really. The tests reveal it was Mister
Smith’s blood.”
Dionne put
her hands to her mouth. “Oh! That’s so terrible. Poor Toby!”
She’s a
good actor, Hunter thought to herself.
“This comes as a shock to you?”
“That he’s
dead? Certainly, but I’m not
surprised. He rubbed people the wrong
way a lot. People don’t take kindly to
that around here.”
“Did he rub
you the wrong way?”
“He got a
little handsy when he came to the Palace.
I had to keep telling him the rules, ‘No touching’, but it was never
anything more than pinching my ass occasionally. A girl’s gotta know what battles are worth
fighting in my business and that wasn’t one of them.”
Hunter
scribbled more words into her notebook and nodded. “I definitely understand there. Hard to distinguish true sexual harassment
from just a guy being a regular jerk especially working as a dancer.”
“You get
any of that as a detective?” Dionne asked.
Hunter
nodded. “Yeah, not so much the sexual
harassment because the guys know I’d shoot them in the balls, but definitely a
station full of jerks.” Hunter closed
her notebook. “I think that’s it for
now. I’ll be back Mrs. Jenkins so please
let me know if you’re going to leave town.
Okay?”
Dionne
nodded. “Yes, I will Detective.”
Dionne
decided in the instant of closing the door that she had to find Crag. If Hunter found him, he wouldn’t know he
couldn’t reveal the details of Toby’s death as he might in his realm. He would be proud of the kill even to the
electric chair.
“Shit,”
Dionne said stalking across the house dropping her kimono in place of tight
jeans and a black tank top. She had no
idea how to find the orc. He didn’t know
anyone in the city last she knew, but he may have run into the wrong
element. The city was too big to go
house to house.
Dionne
picked up a newspaper and read the police report section:
Large black
male reported to be loitering aggressively in Nature Park. Police gave chase. Suspected same male later approached. Suspect assaulted police on Street Avenue and
fled. Police gave chase, but were unable
to catch the assailant. No usable identification
was made.
Dionne
closed the paper and set it down. “No
usable identification? They must have
tried to describe his face and been laughed out of the building.”
Dionne
grabbed her jacket and slipped bus fair in her pocket. The bus pulled up in front of Dionne. She slipped bus fare into the collector,
grabbed a transfer and took a seat, staring wistfully out the window as the bus
rolled downtown.
She exited
the bus downtown and entered the bus marked Street Avenue. The new bus dropped her off in front of a
coffee shop with a boarded up window.
Dionne
murmured to herself, “Well, I guess I start here.”