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Every Dog Has Its Day

By: scorpio00155



Ian Wells sighed as the crowd around him danced, laughed and talked; it was nothing new for him to feel isolated at this type of social function. For as long as he could remember he had been an outcast, infants school hadn't been too bad, junior school had been upsetting, but high school had been hell from the word go and all because he had a disfiguring birthmark on his face. Ian had hoped that things might change when he went to university, if anything they got worse, even some of the tutors had joined in the gibes at his expense, yet he had got his degrees, with honours, despite all the ridicule at his looks. At twenty-two he was well educated, moderately wealthy and a virgin. This particular function was a reunion of his university class, it was obvious why he'd been invited, as free entertainment, but he was not going to give them the satisfaction of seeing how much their gibes and jokes hurt him. No way!

"Hey Ian," a voice said behind him, "how's the face?"

Turning Ian found himself facing Alan Gardner, one of his worst tormentors from the 'old' days.

"Still red." Ian replied while forcing himself to smile.

Ian noticed the beautiful woman hanging on Alan's arm, she certainly was a stunner, but he knew that he would stand no chance of even getting a dance with her. Alan started to tell his companion about Ian, waffling on and laughing at his own witticisms making Ian wince with embarrassment and annoyance. Then, to the surprise of both Alan and himself, the woman smiled at Ian and asked him to dance, dumbfounded Ian led the way out onto the dance floor and took her in his arms to dance to the slow music.

"I'm Candice by the way." the woman smiled.

"I guess you already know my name is Ian." he replied.

"Um," Candice responded, "by the way, I'm sorry about Alan and his, well, you know..."

"Only too well." Ian replied bitterly, "It's not your fault, this face of mine has...."

He fell silent, surprised that he had been about to tell this woman all his woes, something about her seemed to make him trust her.

"Why have you never had treatment for it," she spoke into his silence, "plastic surgery or something."

"I did try it once," he confessed, "the surgeons tried a test patch, it didn't take."

"How about the new treatment then," she smiled, "I hear it's extremely good, practically no failures."

"What new treatment?" Ian asked.

He was surprised when Candice told him about a new form of laser treatment, it was not cheap, but it seemed to work, yet he had not heard of it. Candice was a mine of information on the subject giving him the details of where to contact for the treatment.


"I'm sure they can help you." she finished, "In the meantime how would you like to get back at Alan?"

"How?" Ian asked.

"Easy," she grinned, "I could dump the arrogant bastard and spend the evening with you. That would drive him potty."

Ian couldn't believe her words, she was offering to dump the handsome Alan in favour of himself, not exactly a fair deal on her, but the thought of Alan's face when she did the deed was too tempting to resist. He agreed and Candice immediately led them over to Alan to break the news to him.

"What!" Alan exclaimed when she'd told him, "You can't be serious."

"I'm perfectly serious." she grinned, "See you around."

Linking her arm in Ian's Candice walked away from the shocked and belittled Alan, belittled because he had been with a large group of people at the time Candice had dumped him, they'd all heard and seen his embarrassment. Much to Ian's surprise Candice seemed perfectly content to spend the rest of the evening with him, it was almost as though she didn't notice his disfigurement.

Later that evening Candice cuddled close to him on the dance floor, her head resting on his shoulder as they drifted to the slow, dreamy music. For Ian it made the evening perfect, but he soon discovered that the best was yet to come for as the record ended Candice turned her head and brushed her lips lightly against his. The contact, brief and light as it was, sent a thrill through him out of all proportion to the event; it was his first kiss.

"Would you take me home?" Candice whispered.

"What?" Ian gasped in surprise, "I mean, of course, if that's what you want."

"I do." she sighed.

Ian let her lead the way off the dance floor, following her to the cloakroom where she reclaimed her coat and then out to the car park. Taking the lead Ian guided her to his car, opened the door for her and closed it behind her before taking his place behind the wheel. As he started the engine Candice told gave him directions to her home and as he drove she chatted gaily about everything and nothing.

"Coming in for a drink?" she asked as they pulled up outside her home ten minutes later.

Ian accepted the unexpected offer and followed her into the house. Candice pointed him in the direction of the living room while she went off to change into something more comfortable; her parting words were for him to pour them a drink. The living room was an average size, but was laid out in such a way as to make it seem larger than it actually was, Ian quickly found and poured the drinks then sat on the sofa to gather his thoughts. Being honest with himself Ian was more than a little confused by the recent events, he began to fear that this was all part of some joke at his expense, that at any moment Alan would spring out and ridicule him as had happened so many times in the past. Candice returned, took her drink and joined him on the sofa; she had changed into a long flowing kimono that did little to conceal her luscious curves.

"Cheers." she smiled raising her glass.

"Cheers." Ian responded doubtfully.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping their drinks while Ian grew more concerned that it was all a joke at his expense, though he hoped it wasn't because so far the evening had been very pleasant.

"Penny for them." Candice interrupted his dark thoughts.

"Pardon?" he responded in surprise.

"Penny for your thoughts." she smiled, "They must be unpleasant by the way you're frowning."

Ian wasn't quite sure how to explain his fear, after all if he was wrong she would be annoyed with him. However, he never had a chance to explain, while he was still pondering the problem Candice put down her glass, leant over and kissed him full on the lips. Ian was surprised at her action and at first stiffened, but as she drew out the kiss he relaxed and enjoyed the moment, enjoyed and became excited. He was tempted to put his arms around her, to feel her body pressed against his, but he was afraid that this might offend her.

"I don't bite." she whispered parting their lips a while later.

Confused Ian looked at her wondering what he should do, what she was expecting. Again he felt her lips meet his, his mind was a turmoil of excitement and bewilderment as she pressed herself to him, her breast pressing against his ribs. Hesitantly he enclosed her in his arms and returned her kiss, when she made no protest Ian became more daring and let his hands slide up and down the silky material of her kimono, feeling the warmth of her body through the material. His hand traced the outline of one of her breasts, and then he cupped it, feeling her pliant flesh give beneath his fingers, her nipple press into his palm. At his touch Candice sighed and pressed her breast into his hand, thus encouraged Ian gently squeezed her then traced her nipple with his fingers, he felt her hand slide slowly down his chest, tugging and pressing at him, but he was so rapt up in the feel of her breast that he paid her movements no mind. Her hand dropped to his lap as her took her nipple in thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed it; he felt her press against the fast growing bulge in his trousers than rub her hand up and down on it. Suddenly she sat up, Ian at first thought that she was going to scold him for his boldness, instead she stood up and held her hands out to him. Ian rose and took her hands in his, it was only as he stood that he noticed that his shirt was flapping open and his trousers were sliding down his legs, her hands had been busy indeed while they had kissed. Releasing his hands Candice shrugged off her kimono to reveal that she had been naked under it, Ian stared open mouthed at her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her body, the swell of her breasts, the untidy 'V' of her pubic hair and then she was pressing against him, her hands pushing and pulling at his clothing until he was as naked as she was.

Ian was lost in a world of sensation, Candice was pressing her body to his, her nipples hard against his skin, her hands guiding his to various points of her body, teaching him and exciting him at one and the same time. He felt her guide one of his hands to her breast, the other she guided to her pussy, then her hands were moving on him as he savoured the feel of her naked breast and the warm moistness of her pussy. As his fingers probed into her tube Candice enclosed his cock in one hand and slowly rubbed up and down its length sending shivers of delight coursing through his body. Ian could feel her pussy tightening around his fingers as he slid them in and out, his thumb pressing and rubbing her clitoris, then she shuddered and gasped and he knew she had climaxed. 

Candice was pushing at him, after a moment Ian realised that she was trying to get him to lie on the floor. Laying down he gasped as she straddled him and in one thrust engulfed his cock in her pussy, he gasped at the pleasure she was giving him as she started to slide up and down his shaft. Gradually Candice's movements became faster, Ian moved in time with her, thrusting and twisting his cock within her, savouring every moment, every gasp, every squeeze of her pussy on his flesh until with a gasp and a groan Ian felt a warm rush along the length of his cock and then a burst of pleasure as his seed erupted inside her. At the first sign of his climax Candice had thrust down on him, her pussy muscles gripping and milking his flesh and as his seed was released she cried out and shook into another orgasm. For a while after his climax Ian continued to move his cock in and out of her pussy feeling the after thrills of pleasure as he did so, then his cock began to shrink and with a wet 'plop' fell from her.

"That was wonderful." Candice sighed laying her head on his shoulder.

Ian smiled at her words, happy to no longer be a virgin and even more happy that Candice had praised his performance. To his disappointment Candice stood up, her hand reaching down to him in invitation to join her. Taking her hand Ian rose and looked at her.

"Thank you." he said softly.

"Silly." she laughed and kissed him lightly on the lips.

He had thought that she would now ask him to go; instead he felt her tugging at his hand indicating that he should follow her. Like a child Ian let her lead him out of the living room, up the stairs and into a bedroom that was obviously hers. As he lay on the bed beside her Candice ran her hands over his skin.

"The night's still young." she whispered lowering her mouth to his now semi-erect cock.

Every Dog Has Its Day



Author's Note: Welcome to my Halloween contest entry. It's been explained to me by several people that with a name like Lovecraft my ass needs to put a story in the erotic horror category, so here we are. Some points about this story. One, its lengthy due to contest stories having to be stand alone stories, not chapters, so if you like short and sweet, this is not for you. Two, this is not a tale of the supernatural, but more a tale of the horror people can inflict upon each other. Three, this story was written for my beloved better half who has always wanted me to try my hand at this type of tale. She's been sick for the last several months and things have not been easy for her so I wrote this as a token of my love and appreciation for her. This one's for you, my love.

"Hmm, now that I got you where I want you, whatever will I do?" 

"Maybe take off that dress and fuck me?" Tim suggested to the tall masked woman looking down at him as he lay naked on the bed.

"Men." She sighed, giving her long blonde hair a dramatic toss, "No imagination at all. You can do better than that."

"I can't do much of anything, like this." Tim tugged hard on his wrists, managing to lift them a couple of inches before the soft purple ropes stopped his progress. 

His ankles were also bound and his leg jerked against them when she tickled the sole of his foot with her gloved fingers. 

"No excuse," She chided.

"Okay, how about we start with that mask and let me see the rest of that gorgeous face of yours?"

"Better." she giggled while touching the black cat mask that covered her face from the mouth up. "At least that's nicer than let's do it."

"Do it?" Tim laughed, "I said fuck."

"But that's a bad word." She giggled again and he smiled at her.

"I'm a bad man." He winked, "Now, how about you tell me your name?"

"I told you, Kitty. Miss Kitty." 

"A very pretty kitty." 

"Aww aren't you sweet?"

Sweet was not what Tim was feeling as his eyes worked their way up and down her body; to call the dress a mini would be giving it credit. Below the black tail sticking out of the back, the cheeks of her ass were visible any time she moved and the top was transparent except for two strategically placed silver paw prints over her nipples. 

She was wearing a pair of soft furry black gloves and black knee high boots with fur trim and heels so high he was amazed she was able to walk; the hottest fuck me boots he'd ever seen.

Because of the mask only her eyes and the lower part of her face was visible, but her deep red lips were full and inviting. Blow job lips if he'd ever seen them and her eyes were a dazzling emerald green, so bright he assumed they were contacts, but damn sexy, nonetheless.

"Come taste me and find out." He offered.

She shook her head, her blonde hair flying around the black mask.

"Oh, come on." He was getting a little frustrated now; he hadn't come here to talk, "You're not playing fair."

"That's the point, Timmy." She smiled, her teeth white and even, as perfect as the rest of her. "All you like to do is use your dick, but tonight, is you're lucky night."

"Why's that?" He looked down at his cock, which at the moment was starting to lose interest while she stood there in no hurry to do anything but tease.

"Because tonight I'm going to teach you some new tricks." This was spoken in a seductive purr and Tim wondered what her game was.

From the time she'd approached him at the party at the Omni, Kitty, the only name she would give, had alternated between coming onto him like a slut in heat to acting like a giddy teenage girl. Not that there was anything wrong with a school girl fantasy, hell he'd paid for it several times, but the back and forth was getting weird. 

Then again what the fuck? She had the body of a stripper, had spent a half hour grinding on his cock on the dance floor and whispered things in his ear that would make a porn star blush. 

Most of those things revolved around her having him tied down while she blew his mind, amongst other things. She'd told him she had a room at the small motel on the corner and how about they have some fun?

Tim was convinced she was a working girl who'd shown up to work the party. Will usually had a few sent from one of the escort services as a little extra bonus. So Tim decided since it was Halloween why not a treat himself with a trick? 

They had barely gotten into the room when she was pulling at his Pirate costume. She'd had him unzipped him and stroking his cock before he even had his shirt off.

He had made to pull her dress down and that was when she'd pointed to the bed, with the soft purple ropes and told him to lay down and let her take control. Tim figured control meant her on top, not a bunch of teasing. He was getting impatient, but forced a smile.

"I don't need any lessons."

"Not true, Timmy, all old dogs need to learn some new tricks." The smile turned into a smirk and the words were delivered in a nasty tone.

Her eyes were unreadable and again he figured they weren't real, but she'd had a lot to drink in the half hour they'd played around at the club and he wondered if she were drunk. He'd had more than a few, and tired of games, he gave up playing along.

"How about you turn one of yours for me and then you can teach me one?" 

"Tricks? You think I'm a whore?" She sounded put off.

"Oh, come on back at the party you came right up to me and pretty much said let's go. Then you asked if I wanted something special. Don't worry, honey, I'm not cheap, I'll take care of you."

"I bet you will." She grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze that bordered on painful. "And I'm not talking about money, this is quite nice."

"Don't go by feel," he winked, "Hop on and take it for a test drive."

"I think I will make good use of it." She stroked him hard and fast, bringing him to his full length. "Hmm, this is a very nice cock."

"I've never heard any complaints."

"Just like you know you're an attractive man, you're not conceited, you're convinced aren't you, Timmy?"

"If I was convincing you'd be riding me right now."

"Smooth talker." She smirked, "But not as good as I would think a lawyer would be."

"How do you know I'm a lawyer?" As good as her hand felt, he was getting edgy, he'd never told her anything about himself. Did she know him? Worse, did she know Mary? Her head cocked to the side as if listening to something, and then she smiled,

"A friend told me about you and how much fun you were" she said in the little girl voice.

"What friend, do I know you?"

"Besides, that party is for the courthouse." She ignored his question "Judges, sheriffs, lawyers. You guys hang around and drink and talk about all the whores you fuck and how your wives are home, happy and stupid enough to trust you. You dogs stroke your egos like they're your cocks." 

She had switched to the adult voice, the one that had oozed sex at the party, but now sounded full of contempt, but she squeezed the tip of his prick causing it to drip and now when she stroked him her glove was slick and he moaned softly as his hard flesh throbbed against her soft palm. 

"It's all about the cock, isn't it? All you think about, all you think with. Typical guy and here I thought you'd be more fun."

"I could say the same." He rolled his eyes, "How about you untie me and we play a new game?"

"Not yet. I promised you a good time and you know you can't say no to a good fuck, now can you?"

"Show me one and we'll see." 

"Grabby little boy all dressed up like a man. Fine." She released his cock, grabbed the straps of her dress and slid them down her shoulders. "We'll just get right to it, how's that?"

"Sounds good to me." Tim licked his lips as her tits sprang into view. 

Even better than he had imagined, round, high and firm with perfect little pink nipples that, despite her attitude, were hard and pointing directly at him.

She shoved the dress past her hips and down her legs; exposing the fact she was wearing nothing beneath. Her pussy winked out at him from between her well toned thighs and he thought about her taking a ride on his tongue before they fucked. She made no move to remove the mask, boots or gloves and he wasn't complaining, it was a great kinky little extra.

"Hey," he said as she lifted her arms over her head, posing for him. "How about you sit on my face before you hop on the main attraction?"

"How about I just fuck you and you stop pretending you give a shit about what a woman wants?" 

"I...oh..." he groaned as she cupped his balls in her hand, stroking him with the other. "Never mind....now come on, what's your name?"

"Let's just stick to kitty, pussy is all you understand anyway," She grunted, but lowering her head teased the furry black ears on top of her mask around the tip of his cock.

"That's a nice trick." He relaxed now that she was finally getting down to it. Let her talk her weird shit, all that mattered now was her mouth would soon be too full to talk.

As if reading his mind, she opened her mouth and breathed on him causing his dick to twitch in her gloved hand.

"Don't tease." He strained against the bonds again.

"Oh, what's this?" She grabbed his left wrist and pulled his hand up as far as the ropes allowed, "You're married?"

"You care?"

"I guess if you don't, I don't." she laughed, and then teased him by wagging her tongue provocatively over his yearning cock.

"Come on, please ..."

"Oh, I forgot something! Hold on!" 

Kitty, the only name it seemed he was going to get, began to turn, but stopped. "Hmm, don't want you losing interest."

She plucked something silver out from under the pillow and put her hand around the base of his shaft. Tim felt cold metal against his flesh and winced at the sound of a click and a sudden pressure.

"What..."

"A cock ring, so your favorite asset stays up for me."

"Oh, I have no problem keeping it up, baby, trust me." He tried to keep his tone joking even though the ring was so tight it was causing a painful throbbing in the tip as the blood was forced through it, was this one of those tricks to make him come harder that he'd heard about?

"I bet you don't." Kitty straightened and turned towards the nightstand giving him time to check out her amazing ass. "Well, maybe not with your whores, bet you don't get hard for your wife, do you?"

"She...look she isn't into things like this, she..."

"Of course not." She shook her head, reaching into the drawer, "It's always the wife. It can never be that you no longer interest her or she no longer yearns for the three pumps you give her that proceeds your obnoxious snoring."

"W...what the hell are you talking about?" Tim struggled against the ropes for real this time. Between her tone and the now serious discomfort between his legs, he'd had enough. "Listen, untie me, I'd rather...." 

"Sorry, I can't do that." Kitty said softly. "This will be messy enough as it is, can't have you running around bleeding everywhere."

"W....holy fuck!" Tim cried out at the sight of the long, curved knife in her hand. 

"What's the matter Tim? You didn't know that's what people do to dogs, neuter them?"

"Oh...Oh my God!" As she walked back over to the bed, Tim strained against the ropes until his shoulders popped from the effort, "Take my money, all of it! I...I don't care; I never saw your face! I don't know who you are, I won't tell..."

His words trailed off into pathetic whimper when she took his still hard cock in her hand and pushed it back against his stomach. His body trembled at the feeling of the cold steel against his shaft and he watched, eyes bulging, as she slid the curved tip of the blade beneath his balls.

"See this is why we needed the ring, silly." She smiled "You'd be all soft right now!" she laughed hysterically as if she'd said something funny. 

"You know, Sophia, this isn't very fair." The little girl voice was back.

"Oh, for Christ's sake! Why do you always have to try to be so nice?" That was spoken in her original voice and Tim felt a chill go down his spine, crazy, she was fucking crazy.

"Well, he's not a bad guy. I mean boys have to do what they have to do right?" The little girl voice asked.

"Men are dogs! They break hearts and ruin lives; I would think you would know that!"

"I..." her lip protruded into a trembling pout, "Yeah they do hurt our feelings don't they?" 

"Yes, and we can't have you hurt now can we, my sweet little girl?" She purred and releasing his cock stroked her cheek in a comforting gesture. 

"You'll protect me?" she leaned her face into her hand, nuzzling into it.

"Of course, don't I always save you from the mean men who hurt you?"

"Yes, you do, and I love you for it."

"And I love you. Now, back to this dog."

"He looks real scared." she pouted again, "Hey, can we play the game, give him a chance?"

"Put good kitty away, my love, it's time for Bad Kitty to come out."

"I guess, but....please? One chance? Then I'll be bad kitty for you!"

"Hmm" she removed the knife from his balls and he felt a glimmer of hope. "Do you deserve a chance dog?"

"Yes, please!" He begged, "Please?"

"Okay." She nodded, "One chance, but it's only for my sweet girl. I am going to ask a question, and if I think you answered honestly, I will leave you here tied up. I'll take your wallet so don't talk to the cops because I'll know where to find you, deal?"

"Yes! I...I swear I won't say anything!"

"Okay." She caused him to flinch when she grabbed his helplessly swollen cock by the head and held it straight up. 

Tapping his wedding band with the tip of the knife, she said, "Your wife's name is Mary."

"How do you know, that?"

"Because I know you dog, so be honest. How long have you been married?"

"T..ten years."

"Kids?"

"Yes!" He lied, hoping to gain sympathy.

"That's a lie." She slapped his turgid cock, causing him to cry out in pain, "You have no children."

"I'm sorry!"

"That better be the last lie you tell. Now, Tim, is this the first time you cheated on Mary?"

"Y... No!" he cried as she dug the tip of the knife into his finger just under the ring.

"Good answer," she paused, "See, sweetie, I even gave him a second chance, just for you."

"Thank you!" she giggled 

"Anything for my pretty kitty, now back to Mr. Dog here." She held the knife up in front of his face and he shook his head to try to clear the sweat from his eyes. 

"Okay, this is it. Tell me, do you love Mary, Tim?"

"Y...yes." 

"Really?" The childlike smile was back. "Really, with all your heart?"

"Yes, more than anything!" 

"Yay!" she exclaimed, "Good answer!"

"It is?" Oh, thank God.

"Yeah! The best one, know why?"

She gave him a huge child like smile and forcing himself to smile back he asked, "Why?"

"Because...." Her lips twisted into a snarl. Drawing the blade back she screamed, "You're fucking lying!" 

The knife descended and amidst the spraying blood and screaming, she giggled, "They always lie, don't they?"

"Yes, my sweet little girl" she answered twirling the knife expertly in her right hand while holding her dripping prize in the other. Spinning the knife once more she lashed out in a back hand swing, but this time much higher to cut off the sound of his pathetic screams, "They always do."

*****

Josh's eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly, his hand reflexively going for the gun under his left arm. All it connected with was sweaty skin and exhaling loudly; he slumped against the head board, waiting for his heart to stop pounding. 

He rubbed his face, his hand making a scraping sound against the two days worth of growth on his cheeks, and reaching over to the small table next to the bed, pushed his holstered Glock out of the way to grab the pack of Marlboros.

Blinking his stinging eyes, he shook the cheap bic lighter out of the pack along with a cigarette and inhaled deeply as he lit it. Releasing the smoke, Josh remained leaning against the bed, his senses coming back to him one at a time. 

He swallowed painfully, his throat dry, scratchy and filled with the aftertaste of beer and Johnny Walker. On a more pleasant note, his nose was filled with the sweet scent of pussy.

He relaxed and slumped further down into the bed as he looked around the small barely furnished bedroom of Marla, his current favorite stress relief. Aside from the bed there was only one nightstand and a beat up bureau against the wall.

The cherry veneer was peeling off of the cheap wood beneath and the mirror leaning on top of it had a small crack in it. On the wall across from him was a large poster of a colorful butterfly with the word Believe beneath it. 

The bright poster stuck out in the otherwise dingy room and Josh frowned at it. For some reason seeing something motivational in the room of a hooker carried a feeling of sadness to it.

"Stop believing," he muttered, "It'll be less painful in the end."

He picked up his cell, ignoring the three missed calls and voice mails from Matt and was relieved to see it was only a little after nine, Sheri wouldn't didn't get home from work until around one. 

He still had a couple of hours to hang out here, maybe get a little more sleep, then another round with Marla. He crushed out the cigarette in the ashtray next to him. There were two left in the pack and that would be all he would smoke until tomorrow because he'd told Sheri he would quit.

He'd cut down a lot, but the last week had him on edge and he'd picked up again. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. In the grand scheme of things the cigarettes would be nothing compared to what would happen if she found out about his other habit, women. As he put the phone back, Josh stared at his left hand and the simple gold band around his finger.

The ring brought back images of the dream that had woke him up. Severed fingers and severed cocks. Bloody mouths stuffed with the gory oozing remains of testicles.

Those images didn't just appear in his dreams, but almost every waking hour since the killings had six days ago. Whether it was because of how horrific the crimes were or the fact Josh's personal lifestyle would qualify him as a perfect victim of the killer, he couldn't shake them.

He glanced again at the phone, three missed calls from Matt. Had it happened again? Was there another guy lying in some cheap motel surrounded by blood soaked sheets? Eyes wide open, bulging in pain and terror as he bled out from his throat and groin. What was the last thing they had seen? What did she look like; did she show them at the end? 

Josh forced himself to leave the phone alone. He'd been working day and night for the last week and told Matt he was taking tonight off. He was on call if anything happened, but what the hell? He had fallen asleep and not heard the phone. Tonight he'd decided to unwind and have some fun, take a break, get his mind off things and be able to go back at it fresh tomorrow. 

Josh grabbed the bottle of Johnny Walker from the nightstand and not bothering with the glass next to it, took three long swallows. The liquor caused a warm trail down his throat that turned into an uncomfortable burn when it hit his stomach, but relaxed him nonetheless. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift, focusing on the smell of Marla on his face and the thought of her talented mouth working his cock.

He must have dozed because his eyes opened at the feeling of weight on the bed next to him and he smiled as Marla's hand caressed his hard flat stomach. 

"Hey baby," she purred in his ear, "You want to play some more with your favorite pussy?"

"I think I just might...Jesus Christ!" Josh cried out as he turned his head and was confronted with a Cat mask

Throwing himself off to the side, he leaped off the bed ripping the Glock from its holster and raising it.




Every Dog Has Its Day



"Oh my God!" Marla screamed, pulling the mask from her face, "Josh, what the fuck?"

"Jesus..." He gasped, lowering the gun, "You...scared the shit out of me!"

"I...its only a cat." She looked at the mask, "You afraid of cats?"

"When there's a fucking psycho out there calling herself Bad Kitty, yeah...they're a little creepy."

He put the gun back in the holster and sat on the side of the bed.

"Sorry, baby." She tossed the mask on the floor and grabbing his shoulder said, "Lay back and I'll make you think about another kind of pussy."

"Yeah." He nodded swinging his legs back up onto the bed and leaning against the pillows, "But do yourself a favor and don't wear that fucking thing anywhere, okay?"

"Why? I..."

"Don't ask me why. Just don't do it." 

"Yes officer." She slipped off the bed and walked around to the foot of it.

Marla was in the short white silk robe he'd bought her last month, and pulling the ties let it fall open to expose her perky little tits with their delicious chocolate nipples. Josh let his eyes work their way down her stomach admiring her smooth skin and lingered on the dark cleft of her pussy. 

"You like?" she cupped her tits for him, stroking her nipples with her pink nails. 

"I do." He said, his cock rising between his legs, "White looks good on you."

"Especially on my lips." She ran her pink tongue across them for emphasis, "Bet that would make you forget all about that stupid mask, wouldn't it?"

"We can try, now take the robe off."

"Whatever you want, baby." 

The robe hit the floor and Marla got onto her knees on the bed and crawled up between his legs. Her perfect ass was in the air and he could feel her nipples sliding along his leg as she made her way towards his fully erect cock. Taking it in her hand she placed a soft kiss on the head before sucking him into her warm, wet mouth. 

"Hmm," she moaned, "You bad boy, you taste like pussy." She flicked a tongue across the tip, "And not your wife's."

"Nope, just some whore." He grinned.

Her brown eyes narrowed, "Don't call me that. I've been working and trying not to do..."

"But you still do, don't you Marla?" he enjoyed baiting her, "Every night or once a week a whore's a whore."

"You don't mind this whore."

"I don't." he ran his fingers through her long hair, the hair he gave her money to straighten because he liked it that way. "I'm a big fan of whores."

"You don't have to call me one." She stroked his cock, "You can just call me..."

"What? My girlfriend, my mistress? My Sunday Night thing?" he laughed, "I like calling you a whore. It's good for people to know what they are."

"Then I should call you an asshole?" she started to sit up.

"No," he held her head, just hard enough so she stopped moving. "You call me your free ride because I'm why your little night job hasn't gotten you busted yet and the reason you get your nails done and some pretty clothes."

"I...appreciate it, Josh, but you could be a little nicer."

"I could, but why would I?" he sighed, "Whether I give you money or not, I am giving you things in exchange for fucking your hot little pussy so you're still a whore Marla, so stop playing around and do what you're good at."

Marla stared at his cock and he added, "Oh, come on, you know you want to, besides, it's just a game, if I didn't like you I wouldn't come back."

"That's better." She gave him a smile, and then caused him to moan as she took him deep into her mouth. 

Marla bobbed her head slowly, her hand following her lips, stroking him as she blew him. Her other hand caressed his balls and running his hands along the smooth dark skin of her back he sighed, "Goddamn you give a good blow job."

She responded by taking him all the way, wrapping her lips around the base of his shaft and shaking her head back and forth. 

"Damn." He gave her a nasty smirk, "See this is why it's worth going to a professional, they do it right."

The look of anger in her eyes caused his cock to twitch in her mouth, and he continued, "Takes a lot of experience to suck like that doesn't it?"

She started to pull his cock from her mouth, but he held her head down, "You know you get into this Marla, and isn't that what you do? Give the guys whatever they want no matter what?"

Their eyes met and her anger faded and with a look of defeat she resumed bobbing her head.

"There you go, know your place." He whispered watching his cock slide between her full lips. 

Mara sucked faster, her ass grinding into the bed. She was turned on and she knew it. Little slut loved being talked down to; they all did, some just never admitted it.

He rocked his hips in time with her mouth, shoving his cock deeper each time her head descended. He thought about just letting her suck him off, after all he'd already fucked her once, but staring at her ass and watching her hips move made him want her again.

"How about you slide up?" 

Marla removed his cock from her mouth and with an eagerness that made him smile, slid up until her pussy was directly over his cock. 

"Higher." 

"Oh, you want another taste?" she grabbed the headboard and pulling her legs up, placed her feet on either side of his shoulders, squatting over his head.

Reaching between her legs she spread her dark lips, showing off the pink flesh between them. Then lowered herself and moaned softly as he flicked his tongue across her clit.

"I do like the taste of your pussy," he told her, wrapping his hands around her thighs, pulling her down to his face.

"The darker the berry the sweeter the juice, right baby?" 

Her words were followed by a groan when he plunged his tongue inside of her. He swirled it around getting a mouthful of her sticky juices, before working it slowly through her lips and across her clit. 

Marla moaned and rocked her hips as he fluttered his tongue back and forth. Josh slid his hands along her sides, finding her small firm breasts and toying with her nipples while sucking on her swollen button.

"Oh, fuck." Marla moaned, "Oh, just like that, baby!" she moved her hips in circles, grinding her pussy into his face and whimpering as he alternated licking and sucking her clit.

Her breathing became loud and heavy, each breath ending in a soft whimper and her thighs were trembling around his face. He sucked harder on her clit and gave her nipples a hard pinch. Marla came long and loud, wailing like a banshee as she bucked wildly on his face. 

Some guys didn't care if the women they were with faked it or not, but Josh did and he knew he was making it more than worth it for Marla to put up with some of his shit, the rest he made up for in money. Marla moaned and slumped against the headboard, breathing hard as the last of the orgasm flowed through her. 

Grabbing her hips, Josh pushed down and without any further coaxing, Marla slid back down the bed and directly onto his waiting cock. He sighed contentedly as he sank into her hot flesh and as she rode him he fondled her tits and watched his cock disappears in her smooth pussy.

He enjoyed the way her dark skin looked against his much lighter body and recalled how his racist father had told him he better never catch him playing with any 'coon pussy'

His father had been full of pearls of wisdom like that and Josh smiled at the thought of what his father would think of this. Then again his father had also told him you should only marry once, but you could fuck as many as you wanted. So maybe he wasn't completely full of shit. 

"Hmm, you got such a nice fucking cock." Marla moaned, now bouncing up and down, driving down hard on him.

"Do you get extra when you tell them that?" he asked with a grin.

Marla ignored him, leaning over, she placed her hands on his chest and worked her hips hard and fast. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and pulling her down to him, held her pinned against his chest and lifting his hips fucked her as hard as he could.

Marla was yelping in his ear and the noise was driving him crazy and despite the fact he'd cum about an hour earlier he was already getting close and thrust even harder.

Sensing he was close, Marla slipped off his cock, and kneeling between his legs took his cock in her mouth, bobbing her head rapidly. 

"Oh, yeah." He moaned, "Suck that cock, keep sucking, I....Oh fuck." Josh groaned as he exploded in her mouth.

Marla moaned and her eyes rolled back as she sucked his spurting cock even harder. Her cheeks hollowed and he gasped as she took every drop. Marla released his cock and giving it a kiss sat up on her knees, "I know you said I look good in white, but sometimes I just rather take it all."

"Win win for me either way." He told her, "You are a hot little thing, Marla."

"Why thank you," she leaned over and ran her hands over his chest and stomach, "You're not so bad yourself, sexy. You want to go back to sleep for awhile?"

He looked over to see it was now after ten, "Nah, I have to get going, need to get my ass home."

"Okay." 

Josh swung his legs over the bed and as he grabbed his boxers and slipped them on, Marla threw herself onto the bed on her back and stretched. Josh looked down her lithe dark body and shook his head, "Have to tell you Marla, you're getting to be a real bad habit."

"That's what I'm hoping." She smiled.

Josh stood and pulling his pants up grabbed his shirt.

"Hey, Josh?"

"Yeah?" he asked, buttoning his shirt.

"I meant what I said; I've been working and not going online as much, that's why I'm in this place I wanted to get away from the other girls."

"Good for you." He muttered donning the shoulder holster and picking up his wallet and badge.

"Well I don't have as much money and was wondering if, you know, you could help me out?"

"Help you out?" 

"Yeah, I mean, I'm good to you right, you like fucking me?"

"I'm not here for conversation" he looked around, "Or the ambiance."

"So, maybe you can give me something?"

"Sure." What the hell, she was worth it.

Opening his wallet he removed a hundred dollar bill and handed it to her.

"Thank you, I..." she stopped when he pulled it a few inches away from her hand.

"Hold on, you only get it on one condition."

"What's that?"

He smirked and held the bill in front of her face, "Tell me you're a whore."

*****

Josh tore down Main Street, weaving in and out of traffic flashing his lights to blow through the intersections. He had plenty of time to get home, but just felt like airing out the new Camaro he'd been commissioned. 

Matt had taken the car the first few days so this was his first night with it and he was enjoying the way the powerful car handled. Passing Broad Street, Josh glanced to the right looking down the street towards the South Providence where he'd grown up.

Until his teens, when his mother finally smartened up and ditched his old man, Josh had lived in a series of cockroach infested apartments in inner city ghettos. Now here he was making good money in a respected career, driving a brand new sports car, with a pretty wife and plenty of action on the side. 

"This countries been good to you, boy." Josh said aloud, quoting his uncle Jack a retired Lieutenant, who years ago had taken him and his mom in and got him on the right path and helped him get into the academy. 

Josh turned the corner and hit the brakes, slowing the car down to a crawl. He was approaching the Knights of Columbus hall and from the large double doors a crowd of people, all in costumes were emerging. Josh pulled over and lighting his last cigarette watched the colorful crowd cross street and head down the sidewalk. 

He watched the women, forcing himself not to be distracted by some of the risque costumes. His eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat when the last couple out the door was a man dressed as some type of phantom and a woman dressed as a cat.

They stopped two cars down from him and lifting his mask, the woman kissed him. Her mask left her lower face open and as he stared at the gloves on her hand Josh whispered, "It can't be this easy." 

The street light caught the gleam of a wedding band on the man's hand and Josh killed the motor. The kiss broke and taking him by the hand, the woman led him across the street. Josh's excitement grew when he saw them following two other couples that were heading for the Marriott across the street from the hall. 

Josh reached into the glove compartment and grabbed his two way, planning on calling for back up, but then decided against it. If it wasn't her he'd look like an ass, but if it was? What a feather in his cap this would be. Right out of his whore's bed he might make the biggest bust of his career. 

He got out of the car and crossing the street managed to get in front of the couple, whom he noticed were listing to the side as they walked.

"Excuse me." He said putting his hand up, "Can I have a word with you?"

"The guy stared at him, his eyes bleary from drinking, "Ask us what, who the hell are you?"

"Detective Josh Wilson, Providence PD" he flashed his shield.

"Hey we're not driving," the woman's voice was slurred, "We have a room for the night."

Josh looked her up and down, taking in her long legs and impressive tits. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes behind the mask. Her eyes were glazed and she was leaning on the guy, but it could be an act.

"Sir, do you know this woman?"

"Of course I do, she's my wife." 

"What's the matter, officer?" she asked, "Why are you bothering us?"

"Sir, can you step over here for a minute please?" Josh took a couple of steps to the side and gestured for him to follow.

The guy said something to her and came over to him. As he approached, Josh stared past him watching to see if she would run. 

"Is there a problem detective?"

"Listen," Josh said softly, "I'm not here to judge or bust balls."

"What do you mean?" he looked confused and behind him, the woman stood there with her arms folded, tapping her booted foot impatiently, she didn't seem scared, just annoyed.

"I need to know if that's really your wife and like I said if she's just your fun for the night, that's cool, that's not what I'm here for."

"You know, not every guy is punk who can't keep it in his pants." He said heatedly, "Christ, someone sees a guy happy to be with a woman and it can't be his wife?"

"I said I'm not judging and neither should you. Not everyone's a boy scout, but you're saying that's your wife?"

"Hold on." He removed his wallet from beneath the costume and showed Josh his I driver's license; Derek Jacobs.

"Julie, can you come show the detective your license?"

"I suppose." She stumbled over to them almost falling and when she reached them leaned against the man as she had before. Digging into her small purse she produced her driver's license 

Josh glanced from one id to the other, "I'm sorry Mister and Misses Jacobs. This was a misunderstanding. I apologize for the confusion."

"You're looking for that woman aren't you?" Julie asked, "The one killing married men."

"I...can't say."

"You pretty much just did." She shrugged, "Well, good to see you do your job."

"So its true," Her husband, said, "She always dresses like a cat?"

"Always? We don't know." Josh lied, "But she did the last time" the press had made sure people had heard that after the last victim was found. "So...just checking."

"Well I'm checking in. Have a good night detective." Julie stumbled away, righted herself and headed into the hotel.

"Sorry again." Josh said, feeling like an idiot.

"Don't be, it is good to see the police are being diligent, this thing is getting damn creepy."

"That it is." Josh said, "You have a good time with your wife tonight, sir."

"You as well, detective." He pointed at Josh's hand. "I meant what I said, not every guy is cheat, there are plenty of good men around like us."

"Yeah." Josh nodded and giving him a friendly clap on the shoulder turned to head back to his car thinking all good men head home with another woman's pussy on their face. 

Might not be good, he thought, starting the car and revving the engine, but he was happy.

\ *****

Josh cruised slowly down his street, keeping the car quiet. In his part of suburbia everyone seemed to be in bed by eleven. He pulled into the driveway and stared at the house, which except for being blue was identical to the house to the left of it, as well as the right and pretty much every house on the fucking block. 

Why Sheri had wanted to live in this cookie cutter neighborhood he would never understand, but like he always did, he went along with it. Josh figured it was an even exchange; he let her have whatever she wanted to keep her happy and he had his girls on the side. 

The difference being he knew everything Sheri had and she had no idea what he did. Sheri trusted him completely and he supposed that should make him feel bad, but end of the day he just counted himself as lucky. 

He smirked as he made his way along the side of the house to the back door. He would have to remember to slip that in when he talked to Matt. 

To say his partner of the last four years was a fucking goody two shoes was like saying the sun was warm. Matt was a damn good cop, but somehow still naïve enough to think things should be....well the way they were supposed to be. In a society that was gray, Matt still saw only black and white. 

The fact that most everyone who knew Matt loved that quality about him, especially Sheri, Josh loved to tweak him any chance he could. So in between their work and everyday conversation, the game was Matt telling Josh what an asshole he was and him telling Matt what a goddamn old lady he was. He would also never fail to remind him, which of the two was married and which lived alone and ate TV dinners every night.

Odd that such a soft hearted feminist in male skin would be single, but then again whether they admitted it or not, deep down most women wanted to be treated like shit in one way or another and Matt was too much of a pussy for them. 

Matt claimed Josh treated Sheri poorly, as he was well aware of his habits, but truth was Josh was pretty good to her. She was the one he loved, or as much as he was capable of loving, the others he just fucked. 

Josh let himself in the kitchen and shutting the light off over the stove Sheri always left on for him, headed out to the living room.

Despite how exhausted he was and the amount he'd had to drink, he'd slept a couple of hours at Marla's and the adrenalin surge from thinking he might have had their elusive kitty had him wide awake. Against his better judgment he figured he'd watch the news and listen to the reporters tell the city how inept Providence PD was. 

After the news he'd shower, washing away Marla and then go to sleep to avoid talking with Sheri. He flopped into his comfortable recliner and picking up the remote flipped on the TV. 

There was a commercial on and pulling out his phone he bit the bullet and listened to the four messages he had there. The first was from Sheri and almost word for word the same one she left him every night for the decade they had been together.

"Hi my love, just calling to tell you I love you and to make sure you stay safe and come back home to me, love you!"

The next one was Matt as usual telling him his life story.

"Hey, Josh, okay, I have appointments with four girls tonight, two from back page, one from Craig's list and another from a personals ad from nightlife. They're from eight up to one, hopefully one of them has heard or knows something. I have a list of names to give to the detail and if you want to..."

"Shut up." Josh skipped to the next message.

"Listen the second girl gave me a name, a girl that goes by Pretty Kitty, says she wears costumes for her johns all year round, going to try to get in with her."




Every Dog Has Its Day



The next call, Matt sounded pissed off and her grinned.

"Hope you're having fun, hey while you're with your whore du jour, why don't you ask her some questions, you know, do your fucking job."

Josh dropped the phone onto his end table and started to focus on the news.

"Hey, baby, how was your night?"

Josh jerked his head around to see Sheri coming into the room. She was wearing a pair of blue lace shorts and matching tank top that left her stomach bare and was tight enough to show every contour of her breasts. Those breasts were nothing short of perfect, not huge, but far more than a handful. 

He recalled the early days of their marriage when just a glimpse of her cleavage would have him all over her. He still thought they were damn fine, but they were already his. No matter how hot a woman was the shine wore off when you could have them anytime you wanted them. 

Removing his eyes from her tits so she wouldn't think he was looking for anything he noticed her long sandy brown hair was tousled and her hazel eyes looked bleary from sleep.

"Hey, what are you doing home?" he asked, shutting the TV off.

"Nice to see you too, Josh." She said, stepping in front of him. 

"Sorry, you just surprised me. Where's your car?"

"I had a bad headache, couldn't even see straight, Laura drove me home."

"Oh, you've been getting a lot of those lately, think you should call the doctor?"

"They'll pass." She shrugged, causing her tits to bounce fetchingly, but he quickly averted his gaze, again "Might just be nerves."

"Work getting to you? That can't be easy at night; I've seen some of the people the cops bring there when they find them." 

Not to mention Crossroads, the shelter for transients and displaced families where she now worked paid squat compared to what she had been making doing psychiatric evaluations at Memorial Hospital, he thought disgustedly, but much like Matt, Sheri still thought she could save the world one person at a time. 

"Yours is." She put her hands on the arms of the recliner and leaned over him. "It scares me when you're working on something like this."

"I've been in homicide for eight years, Sheri." He leaned his head back, conscious of the fact he was still wearing Marla like cologne. Marla, the new fragrance for the discerning player, the thought came quickly and even as Sheri leaned in to kiss him, he almost laughed, his nerves really were getting to him. He turned, giving her his cheek.

Sheri looked at him oddly, but sounded fine when she spoke.

"Usually you're investigating murders where the suspects are known and half the time you never get involved in the arrest, something like this...baby, this woman is crazy and dangerous."

"Please, she's a woman, she's only dangerous when her victims are tied down, and she'd never be able to take down a guy like me."

"You still can't be reckless," she smiled, "Besides you're not the type of guy she's after anyway. But I bet I could take you down," she placed her hand on his cheek, keeping his head still and kissed him softly.

He returned the kiss quickly, trying for a brief peck, but Sheri kept her lips to his, kissing him more deeply. Her soft lips caressed his and her fingers slid into his short black hair. 

Her other hand slid down to his waist and worked its way under his shirt to fondle his stomach. Josh kissed her back, but all he could think of was the scent and the fact he'd gotten off twice already and wasn't sure he could get going again.

That wouldn't be the first time and it would lead to more of her feeling sorry for herself or for them or...Sheri broke the kiss and straightening pointed down at him, "What the fuck Josh?"

"W...what..."

"You know what! Don't play dumb with me; you don't think I can taste that?"

"Sheri, look, I..." rare were the times in his life Josh had been at a loss for words, but this was one of them. 

"You told me you'd quit!" she snapped, "You smell like a damn ashtray."

"I..." a surge of relief flowed through him, "Yeah, okay, you got me, I've been smoking, but only the last few days and just a few."

"You promised me Josh!" she crossed her arms over her chest, pushed out her lips and gave her hair a toss, the classic Sheri brat pose. "You gave me your word!"

"Oh, for fucks sake." He rolled his eyes, "It's just for now, I'm working around the clock, the press is all over our ass and I'm edgy as hell, I need it right now okay?"

"The booze isn't enough?" she grunted, "Don't think I can't tell you've been hanging with your best friend, Johnny again."

"I stopped and had a couple with the guys on the way home."

"I hate you hanging around with some of those guys, they're assholes."

"They're cops and cops don't have too many friends that understand..."

"Matt doesn't hang around with them."

"That's because they make fun of him," he laughed.

"So they feel better about themselves." She waved her hand disgustedly, "They don't understand him so they mock him. They're a bunch of jerks and most of them are divorced with no one at home, you have me to come home to, baby." 

As always she went in the other direction and her eyes softening, she said, "I worry about you Josh. The work, the stress, the drinking, I don't want to lose you, baby."

"Honey, I told you, I'm like a bad penny, I'll always turn up, no one's going to get me, Sheri, I'm careful."

"But you might get you." She put her hand over his, "You get carried away sometimes and it only takes once to have too much and..."

"It was a couple of shots and a beer, Sheri. I'm not a kid, I'm fine." He flashed her his best smile, his white teeth cutting through the dark scruff, "And so are you, I love those little shorts, what do you call them?"

"Boy shorts." She was trying to look mad, but there was a smile playing across her lips. "You really like them?"

"They show off your assets," Josh winked, "Get it, ass sets?"

"Ouch, they don't get better." She laughed.

"You do though." He smiled, "I have a damn hot wife for sure."

"Then make your damn hot wife happy and stop trying to be a damn frat boy. I don't care you drink a little, but just be careful okay?"

"Okay and..."

"Please try to stop smoking, where's the nicotine gum I bought you?"

"In the toilet where shit belongs, stuff is nasty, but I promise I'll try."

"Good." She leaned back over the chair, "How about we pick up where we were?"

"Thought you had a headache?"

"It's passing."

"Give me a few minutes to clean up okay?"

"It's okay," she gave him a playful smile, "Remember some of the fun we've had in this chair? How about we..."

"I'd rather shower first," he pushed forward out of the chair, before she could climb onto his lap, "I smell like smoke, booze and asshole cops." And don't forget Marla.

"Promise you'll come back out here?"

"Why not wait for me in bed?" and hopefully fall asleep. She looked good, but he wasn't up for it, especially when she was in one of her needy moods which had been everyday for a long time now. Lately she had been sleeping like the dead, but still complaining she was tired.

"I'd rather wait here, maybe play on the couch a little?" she winked, "Something a little different?"

"Sure." He said, forcing a smile, before heading down the hall to the bathroom

Sheri was 'trying' as she always put it and more than ever the last two weeks. He'd made an alcohol fueled comment last month when she complained about lack of sex that it was always the same. That had led to a week in the doghouse, but after her wanting to try harder for him. At this point Josh preferred the dog house; at least she didn't pester him for anything.

Josh closed the door and turning on the hot water, let it run to build up some steam to help clear his head. He stripped and looking in the full length mirror nodded in satisfaction. 

He was nearing forty, but only weighed about twenty pounds more than when he graduated the academy and it was in the right places. His shoulders were broad, and his stomach hard and flat, the muscles in his arms were well defined and as an added bonus he was pretty well hung.

Looking closer Josh did frown at his normally bright blue eyes which at the moment contained more red than blue and the circles were getting darker under his eyes. Otherwise he still looked pretty good; the scruff was his preferred look. To Sheri he claimed it gave him a more serious look at work then when he was clean shaven. 

Truth was he thought it made him look bad ass and that's what he wanted, seemed to get him more attention with the women as well, after all who didn't love a bad boy? Josh stepped into the shower, taking his time to both stall in hopes she would doze off and to let his mind wander across the case and hope something came to him while the hot water and steamed soothed his body. 

Four victims in eight days, all male, all married and all easily seduced by a woman who left behind a note scrawled in crayon and signed as Bad Kitty. She obviously promised them anything they wanted and did it convincingly enough to get them to follow her to a motel close by where instead of a night of hot sex they ended up with...

A severed finger, severed cock and a big red ear to ear smile below the chin, hardly what they'd been looking forward to. Josh slammed the handle down, shutting off the water and leaned his head against the warm tiles. 

She was masked, wore gloves and the only forensic evidence they had found was a strand of hair which turned out to be synthetic from her wig. Not one real lead and who was he kidding? Nothing was going to sneak up on him in here, he'd told himself he would take the night off and he would, at least what was left of it. 

He dried off quickly and walking out into the hall with just a towel around his waist, went into the bedroom and slipped on a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. He thought about just going to bed, Sheri would get ticked off, but it would avoid the inevitable. But...she seemed to really want to spend time with him so he chose to head out in the living room and hope he could dodge sex somehow.

When he entered the room she was sitting on the couch watching the late news. He walked over and sitting next to her stared at the screen.

"Un fucking real." He said looking at the small group of women standing outside channel thirteen's office building holding signs praising Bad Kitty for bringing men to justice. "Look at these nutbags."

"Think that's bad? You missed the religious nut saying Bad Kitty is doing God's work, showing us the perils of adultery." She shook her head, "It's all sick, no one should want anyone to die." 

"People love tragedy; it's like rubbernecking at an accident. This thing's getting big, it's been followed nationally since the third victim." He grunted, "Not the way I wanted my name in lights."

"I don't like that they've quoted you and Matt, it's like they're blaming you guys for them not being caught."

"And they'll be kissing our asses when we nail this bitch."

"Just nail her from a distance, okay?" she winked and grabbed his crotch, "I'm pretty fond of this."

"Me too." He laughed. 

She removed her hand and shut the TV off and turning so she was facing him said, "Hey Josh?"

"What is it, Sheri?"

"I...I'm sorry I got mad earlier, you know, about you lying about smoking."

"It's okay, I shouldn't have gone back to it," he humored her.

"Reason I was mad was that you lied, but...I kind of lied tonight too."

"About what?"

"The shelter is getting to me a little. The last two or three hours are okay, they're all supposed to be in their rooms by ten so it's just paperwork, but the first few hours are hard. A lot of these people, the women especially... the things they've been through."

"Oh, I know." He nodded, "I did my share of domestic violence calls before I got promoted and...I've seen the end results in homicide, he finally crosses the line and beats her to death or she snaps and kills him."

"It...it reminds me of what my father put my mom through and..." her eyes became misty, "I think of what he did to me."

"Hey, that was a long time ago, babe," He took her hand, hoping to hell this wasn't going to turn into full out waterworks and childhood horror stories. "No one's hurt you since and no one's going to ever again."

"I...I know, but it's hard to not think about."

"Just think of how you went into counseling to help people get through these things so think of the good you can do now." Josh had said that to her over the last couple of years so many times he was getting to the point it was like déjà vu all over again. 

"Yeah, you're right." She nodded.

"I know I am." He smiled, "Focus on the positive, right?" he recalled the poster in Marla's room, "Just believe in you, I do."

'You're so sweet!" she leaned over and hugged him.

Quoting things from his mistress's bed, yup, he was still finding ways to hit new lows, but he hugged her back and kissed the top of her head. 

She sat back and pointed at him, "That's the same for you though; you're father was a piece of work and look at the man you are now."

"Yeah, just look at me. But thing is, Sheri, I don't think of that piece of crap or all the shit he did, at least not much. That's the past and there's no sense whining about it."

"I'm whining?"

"Of course not, I...that's just how I see it for me. Besides that shit got what he deserved when he slipped his cock in a coke dealer's girlfriend and got his head blown off."

"Guess every dog has its day." 

"What?" He asked, "Why would you say that? Christ Sheri I've had those words etched into my damn soul the last couple of weeks."

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, "I wasn't thinking and my grandmother used to say t all the time." She sighed, "And you're right it's all over the damn papers, sorry, baby."

"Forget it; we'll change it to what comes around goes around. Wonder if it ever came around for that sick bastard father of yours."

"I don't know. No one ever heard from him since he left that night. Sometimes I hope he died, sometimes I hope he's sick and suffering, but...I also hope maybe he got help and is okay somewhere."

"I'd stick with the first two. Grade A sack of shit."

"He was." She went silent and he let her stay that way, not wanting to get going on that same path. Hopefully her little trip in assholes past had curbed her mood for sex. 

Looking at her staring down at her hands in her lap, Josh wondered, not for the first time, what his issue with her was. Sheri was attractive, no more than attractive, she was damn hot. Even voted the other cops wife I'd most like to fuck more than once back before he was promoted. 

The voting was anonymous so no one would get pissed at anyone else, but he'd been pretty damn flattered. Josh had been approached by more than one cops wife, but that was the one line he drew, you didn't shit where you ate and you didn't do that to a brother. Now ex wives on the other hand, were another story. 

He returned his thought to her, looking at the curve of her ass in the tight shorts and her well shaped long legs. Sheri jogged three times a week and attended a kick boxing class the shelter she worked at offered for free to the women there. 

She was in great shape and was as sweet as she was hot. Was that it? Was she too nice for him? Was that why he could never seem to fuck her the way he did his sluts? 

"I'm grateful for you, Josh."

Oh, there was a shot to the conscious, he thought, but said, "I am for you too." 

Sheri slid over the couch and getting on her knees put her hands on his shoulders. Her tits were now at eye level and he noticed her nipples were erect. 

"I mean it. You know this woman...these murders. It makes me think of all these men stepping out on their wives. I...think about it, Josh these poor women aren't just losing their husbands but finding out they were unfaithful, found dead in a hotel room they were lured to by a woman they thought they were going to have sex with. Then the papers print their names and everyone knows."

"Yeah, that's tough." He said trying to feign interest in her words while looking down at her thighs and now wondering if he could get it up again.

"Not only heartbroken, but humiliated. They were living a lie."

"I didn't think too much about that." He admitted.

"I do, guess because of my mom, but your dad did that too."

"Yeah he did, least of what he did."

"Well all I know, baby, is I'm glad I have a good man." She kissed him softly, "A good man who'd never betray my trust and will always love me."

"And I have a good woman who'll always be waiting for me, when I get home." Well at least one of us wasn't deluding themselves. 

"And that good woman would love to reward her loyal man." 

Her next kiss was much longer and unlike before, Josh returned it eagerly, slipping his tongue into her mouth and slipping his hands around her slender waist. She cooed happily, her tongue playing across his while her hands made its way between them and to his cock.

She grabbed him through his pants and sighed as her lips moved to his neck while she stroked him. He tugged on her shirt and, sitting up, Sheri put her arms over her head allowing him to remove it.

Her tits had no sooner sprung into view than he had her hard pink nipple in his mouth.

"Oh, baby." She moaned, arching her back and shoving her tit further into his mouth.

She ran her fingers through his hair, purring as he switched to her other nipple and then pulling at his shirt. She leaned back away from him and looked at him hungrily as he stripped off his shirt. 

"Keep going." She told him as she reached out and ran her long nails lightly down his chest.

Josh stood up, preparing to pull his pants down, but she beat him to it. Yanking his pants down, Sheri grabbed his semi hard cock, pumping it as she kissed his stomach. 

He slid his hands down the soft smooth skin of her back as she trailed her tongue teasingly across the line of his pubic hair. She slid off the couch, onto her knees and gave him a playful push, sending him back onto the couch. 

She stood up between his legs and after giving her tits a shake, turned around and wiggled her ass at him. Josh gave her a playful swat that caused her to emit a sharp little yelp, "What about the other side?"

Josh grinned and smacked the other side of her ass, careful not to go to hard. He had a girl he visited here and there who really let him go to town on her, but this was his wife.

Sheri made another high pitched noise at the slap and he laughed and grabbed the edges of her shorts, she surprised him by slapping his hands away, but his surprise turned into a smile as she hooked her fingers into her shorts and shimmied her way out of them.

She bent over to remove them, her pussy framed perfectly by her thighs. He went to reach for her, but she turned around quickly and moved out of his reach.

"Happy with your choice of wives?"

"Um...hmmm." He made a show of thinking then laughed when she turned to the side, covering her tits. "Of course I am what man wouldn't be?"

"That's better." She turned back to face him and he took in her soft flat stomach and the small patch of light brown fuzz over her pussy. 

Following his gaze, she said, "I'll let you play with me, but I think I should show you how grateful I am for you first. Is that okay?"

"I...think I can live with that."

Sheri sank to her knees between his legs and taking his now fully hard cock in her hand, blew on it lightly while stroking it. She squeezed and he groaned as the pre cum oozed from his cock. 

"All for me?" she asked looking up at him. Her eyes which varied from light a greenish color to light brown, were on the greener side tonight and he was struck by the thought she really was a beautiful woman.




Every Dog Has Its Day



"Yes."

"Just for me?" she kissed the tip and licked the sticky pre cum from her lips.

"Of course."

"All mine?"

"Yes." He said, trying not to get impatient or think about how it hadn't been just hers for about six years now.

"Promise?"

"Do you want me to pinky swear?" he asked, instantly regretting his tone.

"You don't have to be snappy, I'm just teasing." 

"I know, just a little edgy."

"Well I can fix that."

Sheri took him into her mouth and holding him there, swabbed her tongue around his shaft. Josh ran his fingers through her hair, as she bobbed her head, slowly, taking him down as far as she could. 

He moaned and watched as her lips worked their way up and down his cock. His eyes shifted to her light brown hair and the creamy skin of her back. As he looked at the curve of her ass he thought of how fair she was and how she was the total opposite of Marla.

Even as he watched his wife go down on him, he envisioned Marla down there giving him one of her sloppy blow jobs where she would spit on his cock and make a nasty little mess that she would always slurp up. 

He blinked and focused on Sheri who was sucking faster now and slipping his hand between them cupped her tit, stroking her nipple. She moaned and bobbed her head faster than before.

Sheri's tits were bigger than Marla's, but not as big as Lori who he'd been messing around with before Marla. Why the hell was he thinking of them? He had a gorgeous woman sucking his cock, not just any woman, but his wife.

Sheri paused and to his dismay he felt himself starting to lose it. Sheri used her hand, jerking him while sucking him hard and fast, Josh focused on the show watching her work his cock and he stiffened once more.

Sheri stopped sucking and standing up, put her hands on his shoulders, brought her knees up onto his thighs and worked her hips, sliding her wet pussy along his cock. 

She shoved her tit in his face and as he sucked it he reached down and grabbed his cock, so she could slip it inside her. Sheri sank down on him, and moaning softly, pulled his face from her tits and kissed him.

She rocked slowly back and forth on him and he thrust his hips so she would go faster. 

"Easy, baby." She whispering in his ear as she kissed his neck, "It's not a race, just let me go nice and slow."

Josh stopped moving and tried to relax as she lifted her hips so he was only partially inside her and moved her hips in a circular motion, teasing him. He let his hands slide down to her ass and fondled it before pushing down so she would take him deep again. 

Sheri let him move her and pushed and pulled, guiding her to ride him faster. She moaned in his ear, "I love you Josh." "Love you to." He replied while moving his hips slightly.

"I love you so much," she kissed his neck again while resisting his attempts to get her to move faster. "And I need, you baby, I really do."

"Okay." He said, damn he hated when she sounded so needy. 

"Okay?" she repeated in his ear and stopped moving her hips.

"I need you to" he said, then grabbing her hips started fucking her. 

"Oh!" she yelped, "Oh...oh damn." She moaned, "That feels good, but go slow, baby."

"I'm tired honey," he kept his voice even as he thrust hard into her, "I just want to..."

"I know you do, but you always go fast, let's take our time."

To his chagrin she slipped her legs from his, causing his cock to slide out. Sheri lay back on the couch, putting one leg across the top of it and putting her arms out to him, said, "Come, here, baby."

Josh moved quickly before he would lose his erection and getting on his knees on the couch, leaned over and drove himself into her. She cried out as he entered her and pumped his hips hard and fast. He could feel himself getting softer and tried to go faster to keep it up, why the hell couldn't she ever just fuck?

"Damn," Sheri groaned as he fucked her, "Not so hard, honey."

She wrapped her long legs around his waist, her arms sliding around his neck, she pulled him down into a long kiss and moaned into it as he thrust desperately, trying to get off before...

"Josh, slow down." She said softly, "It's been a week, I want to enjoy you."

"Later, I...."

"Come on, baby, make love to me, be good to your wife."

She tightened her legs around him, while pulling down on his neck, forcing him to slow down and he could feel his cock going down. He thought of Marla and her mocha colored skin, her dark lips and the hot pink pussy between them. His cock began to rise again, but Sheri asked, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing I...ow!" he winced when his dwindling cock slipped out and he bent it against her pussy. "Shit, I can't." he sat back, pissed off, "I told you I was tired and..."

"Bullshit." She said, sitting up, "You were fine when you were fucking me. Just like your fine anytime you just fuck me. But anytime I want you to love me....you make an excuse or..."

"Oh, what the fuck, Sheri? What the hell is this 'love you', crap? You know I love you, why the hell do I need to act like I'm some faggot ass romance hero to prove that?"

"To show me you know there's someone in bed besides you. Christ Josh, it's not like I don't want you or don't put out, you're the one that never seems to want me, unless I just bend over for you."

"Oh, come on."

"It's true, if I just got on my hands and knees you'd have fucked me no problem, but I want some affection and you can't even get it up."

"I can get it up, just fine..."

"Maybe you should see a doctor, get some vigara or something.

"Fuck you Sheri!" he snapped, grabbing his pants and slipping them on, "Why don't you fuck me like a woman instead of a needy little girl? You sound like a teenage drama queen"

"Needy?" She pulled the decorative afghan from where it lay across the couch and covered herself with it, "Sorry if I want more than two minutes of your time. I'm your wife Josh, not some slut."

"Good wives can be both." He told her, then wanted to smack himself, he didn't like to hurt her, but she just didn't let up sometimes. "Sheri I'm sorry, that..."

"Sorry I'm not a good wife." She said, her eyes filling up, "Sorry I don't make you happy."

"You make me happy honey," he knelt on the floor next to her and slipped his arm around her. "I just...I'm stressed and."

"You're always stressed." She said, "What do you want me to do, Josh? I take care of myself, I dress sexy for you, I try to be good to you, all I want is to feel like you want me."

"I do want you, I...look how about we go in the bedroom and it'll be your turn to lay back and I'm sure I'll be able to..."

"Forget it, Josh." She wiped at her eyes, "Hard to believe, but I lost the mood."

"Well..."

"It's my fault." She said."

"No...it's me."

"No, really Josh it's me. You have a tough job and a lot on your mind and you don't need me pressuring you. Next time we can just....do whatever you want."

"Sheri...tell you what, when this is over we'll go away and..."

"If you want, but you don't have to. I...I just need to be a good wife and take care of you. I'll be better next time."

Josh knew it was him and he should keep apologizing, but all it would do was keep things going. Besides she was admitting she was being a little girl about it. Leaning over he kissed her and stroked her hair, "That's okay, honey, I'm not mad at you, it's no big deal."

"Really?"

"Really and when I catch this nut, we will go away for a few days how's that?"

"Thank you, baby." She smiled through her tears, "You really are a good husband, baby. Better than I deserve."

*****

Josh rolled over at the sound of the alarm and slapping the top of it to shut it off stared up at the ceiling. Seven am had come way too early and his head felt as bleary as his eyes.

He sat up quickly, so he wouldn't nod back off and was surprised to see Sheri was up and out of the room. After the argument they'd stayed up and watched television in an awkward silence, one that he was starting to become more and more accustomed to of late, and went to bed around one. 

Sheri currently worked three nights and two days at the shelter and today would be another night shift so it was odd she was up and moving. Josh got himself moving, swinging his legs off the bed he forced his tired body to slide down onto the floor and do his routine of fifty sit ups. That was supposed to be followed by the same number of pushups, but he gave up at twenty and dragged his ass into a cold shower. 

He tossed on a pair of black khakis and a blood red shirt. Odd he thought while slipping on his shoulder holster, he used to just think of it as red. Guess the job had a lot of subtle ways of changing perspectives. Josh donned a black suit jacket, but tossed the tie over his shoulder, he hated the damn things, but Parker was anal about appearances and best to take it with him. 

Josh followed the scent of coffee down the hallway thinking Sheri being up wasn't a bad thing and saw her leaning against the counter sipping from a mug. She was nodding her head and Josh rolled his eyes, Matt was here. He drifted into the kitchen to see his partner sitting at the table, eating an egg sandwich.

"Morning, honey." He leaned in and gave Sheri a deliberately long kiss, just to irk Matt and sitting at the table across from him, said, "You too honey, what did you do, sleep on the doorstep?"

"No, I was at the station at four and had Williams take me by a warehouse where they were having a costumed rave party. I figured from there I'd just have him drop me off here."

"Should have called, I would have slept longer and you two girls would have had more time to chat."

"Josh don't be an ass." Sheri said, placing a steaming mug of black coffee in front of him.

"He'd have to stop breathing to do that," Matt retorted, grinning. 

"Bitch." Josh took a sip of his coffee.

"Asshole." 

"You guys kill me." Sheri laughed, "You hungry, baby?"

"No, I'll grab something later." He glanced at Matt, "You work all night?"

"Some of us do that."

"Funny. I worked, I just didn't need to call you every five minutes and tell you what I was doing."

"Oh" Matt snapped his fingers, "That's right, you were checking out some of the working girls. Any leads?"

Matt met his gaze and ignoring the dig, he replied calmly, "Same as you and everyone else has been getting, nothing. Either our girl isn't one of them, she keeps to herself if she is, or they are covering for her, you know, whore's honor."

"I don't understand how these women can sell themselves like that," Sheri leaned back against the counter, "Just gross, I mean what if some of those guys smell or are just...nasty?"

"Then they pay extra I guess."

"Honey, I thought you said you stopped at the bar with the guys?" 

"I did, before I came home, I made my rounds early."

Matt smiled, "So Josh how is Mmm arcus?"

"He's good." Josh said evenly, but seeing Sheri looking away shot him a look.

"Good to hear, glad you enjoyed yourself at your regular spot."

"Wow." Sheri said, looking down at the paper on the counter. "Three different articles about Bad Kitty and the investigation."

"This better end soon." Matt sighed, "Feds will end up here soon."

"It'll end." Josh said, "She's moving too fast, she'll fuck up." He paused, "You didn't hear anything last night did you? Any calls about guys missing or trouble at any parties or motels?"

"Just the usual drunk stupidity, nothing else. We had men at parties and clubs last night, but nothing suspicious. They're questioning any woman in a cat suit though so sooner or later it's going to leak it's her MO."

"We'll talk about that with Parker today, that's something that would hurt us if it were confirmed."

"Everything is hurting us right now." Matt muttered.

"I will drink to that." Josh hoisted his mug to him and took a sip.

Matt returned to his sandwich, leaning over the table so he wouldn't get crumbs on his tie. Josh leaned back in his chair as Sheri asked Matt if he was going to be coming over for dinner tonight which was a formality.

Matt had come for dinner every Monday since a month after he'd been assigned as Josh's partner. Matt said he would check his calendar, like he did every time she asked, and Sheri followed the pattern by laughing as if he'd never said it before.

Matt then asked about her job and Josh tuned out her response. Matt would usually drop by in the morning like this once a week as well and he wondered how the hell the two of them could keep talking about the same stupid shit. 

Sometimes Matt really was more like a woman than a man. While he was looking at Sheri, Josh took a moment to focus on him. 

Matt was a good looking guy, but unlike Josh's bad boy appeal, he was much more the boy next door type. Dirty blond hair that always looked like he'd just run his fingers through it, and wide expressive brown eyes that were normally bright, but of late looked as red as Josh's.

Matt was always clean shaven, Josh suspected because he couldn't grow more than some patchy fuzz, and although not heavy, his cheeks were a little on the round side adding to his boyish appearance.

His best feature, according to Sheri and any other woman who knew him was his smile which was always either on his face, or about to be. 

Although that smile, coupled with his annoyingly upbeat personality got on his nerves, Josh had to give him credit for being able to maintain it. Matt had spent six years in vice before coming over to homicide with him and had seen more than his fair share of death, violence and depravity. 

Sheri started laughing again and Josh had no idea why, he had completely zoned out. Sheri knocked a spoon off the counter and turning, bent over to pick it up. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants that she worked out in and her ass looked pretty damn good in them, but Matt didn't even glance at her, in fact he looked away. 

In the years he had been spending time with them, Josh had never seen Matt really look at Sheri and he wondered if it was because he thought it would be disrespectful, or maybe he was gay. Nah, he'd had girlfriends here and there, but never anything that lasted for more than a month or two.

For a guy Sheri raved was such a good catch, Matt spent most of his time alone. Not that Josh minded that, at least he could trust him. Unlike a couple of other cops over the years who had made a play at her. 

Matt never made a play at anyone, not that he had ever seen. He was polite, respectful, soft spoken and reminded Josh of a goody two shoes kids who, when no one was looking, would be an asshole, a modern day Eddie Haskell, but in the time he had known him, Josh was yet to see or hear about Matt being anything but a nice guy.

He was even nice to the people he busted, treating them like people rather than the filth they were. 

But he was also alone most of the time and had been passed over for promotions that he should have gotten because as Josh and most of the rest of the world knew, nice guys finished last. If you didn't take what you wanted, no one was going to give it to you. 

He'd learned that a long time ago, but guys like Matt never would, they would just sit and wait for a reward that would never come.

"You all set?" Sheri asked

When Matt nodded, she leaned over to grab the dishes from in front of him and Josh new Matt was being given a decent look down her tank top, but again, not even a glance. Maybe he was a switch hitter or something. 

"You ready?" Josh asked him.

"Yeah let's head out," Matt stood up, and adjusting his gray jacket, brushed a few crumbs from his tie which of course was already knotted. "Today's going to be the day. I can feel it."

"Hey, you keep saying that you'll be right sooner or later." Josh laughed.

"Bye Matt, I'll see you Thursday." Sheri gave him a kiss on the cheek, which he returned,

"Wouldn't miss it, can never get enough of sunshine over there." He nodded in his direction, then told her, "I hope you feel better, like I said you keep getting those headaches get to the doctor."

"I will, but they'll pass, used to get them all the time when I was younger, it's just nerves."

"Well, let a doctor tell you that."

"Bye honey," Josh kissed her and said in her ear, "Sorry about last night, maybe..."

"Its fine." She cut him off, "Just come home to me, be safe, baby."

"Always. Hey, maybe I'll bring you home a kitten, right Matt?"

"Watch out, honey, that cat has claws."

"Oh, please." He rolled his eyes, "She's just a woman."

"Tell that to the four guys in the cemetery." Matt said, behind him. 

*****

"Matt, you know we're friends right?" Josh asked as he took the ramp to get on ninety five.

"I do now, it's not like you ever say it." Matt laughed.

"Yeah well, friends or not, you come that close to saying anything about what I do to Sheri I will wipe that goofy smile off your face for fucking good, got that?"

"You fuck anything that moves behind your wife's back and you get pissed at me?" Matt snorted, "Man, what fucking world do you live in?"

"The real one, one where brothers don't rat each other out."

"Brothers? Sorry, Josh I don't recall seeing you in the family photos."

"You know what I mean."

"I do and I was just busting your balls. Fact is if you weren't being a fucking tool, it wouldn't be a problem would it?"

"And if you weren't such a fucking old lady, it wouldn't be either."

"Yeah, damn me and my values." He sighed, "Damn those stupid people who came up with marriage vows."

"I don't recall the priest saying 'and this is your only pussy for life'."

"Because he shouldn't have to."

"Whatever, Matt, you're pissed off because you choose to whack off to porn and I have real fun."

Josh reached for the radio to turn it up, but Matt pushed his hand away from the button.

"Why do you do it, Josh?"

"Do what?"

"Fuck around on Sheri?"

"I am not having this conversation for the hundredth time."

"We've never had it because you never answer the question."

"Matt there's a girl dressed like cat woman lopping off cocks and fingers and the media's on us like white on rice and you want to talk about my marriage?"

"Honestly, Josh? This woman is targeting cheats, players, dogs. Dogs just like you. I've never cheated on a woman nor will I. So you're my glimpse into that d-bag mentality. So....we are working the case if you tell me."

"Matt that is the most fucked up....fuck!" he swore as he came around the bend and had to slam on the brakes. Dead stop at seven thirty am, with Matt on his high horse. Wonderful.

"If I answer it will, you leave me the fuck alone?" 

"I...I promise I won't ask again."

"Okay." Josh stared straight ahead, focusing on traffic as he spoke. "I know you're waiting for some deep explanation, or for me to blame my asshole father or my childhood, or like a lot of cops the job, you know, the job changes you."

"It does."

"If you let it. Fact is, Matt? I have none of those reasons. I fuck whoever I want to, because I want to."

"It's not that simple."

"Why not? Why the hell should I stay with one woman? I love Sheri, she's a good woman, she's smart, she's sweet and she looks damn good on my arm and in my bed and I treat her as well as I can and I don't think I could love two people. But I sure as hell can fuck more than one person."

"You...love your wife, but you fuck the sluts?"

"Yeah, I..."

"Josh do you know what decade this is? You're talking about bullshit from back in the damn fifties. Guys loved their wives, but took on whores for the dirty stuff because you didn't treat the mother of your kids that way."

"And most of the time the wives were fine with that." Josh pointed out, "It was how it was. If your man was a good dad and provider and otherwise good husband you let it slide."




Every Dog Has Its Day



"Things are different now and you have no kids and...you're not a good husband."

"Fuck you, you've been single your whole life, in fact you haven't even gone on a fucking date in months so don't talk to me about marriage."

"So you cheat because you can?"

"Yup, what's the fucking harm in it? Look, Matt, there's laws you shouldn't break. We shouldn't kill or steal or beat the shit out of people. We shouldn't rape women or sell drugs to kids. But sex? Who am I hurting, what laws am I breaking?"

"You're breaking your vow and you're hurting your wife."

"My vow? What a sanctimonious ass you are. My vow. Try watching football instead of the family channel, you sound like a fucking woman."

"You're hurting..."

"Ignorance is bliss. How can Sheri be hurt if she doesn't know?" Seeing an opening he gunned the car and shot into the next lane, cutting off a ford van. 

"Because..." Matt frowned, "Well..."

"Yeah no answer for that one, huh?" At the sound of a horn Josh looked in the rear view mirror to see the guy in the van flipping him off and yelling. Josh pulled out his badge and held it up to him. The look on the guys face was priceless. 

"What if she did it to you?"

"She doesn't."

"What if she did, what if you found out she was letting some guy at work slip it her and..."

"Sheri's a good woman, she wouldn't."

"But you'd be pissed wouldn't you? Okay for you, but..."

"Matt, shut up I'm done. I answered you, I do it because I love pussy and I can get away with it and...like I told you before, you should stop thinking about what's right and take what you want."

"Take what I want?"

"Yup. I see a hot looking woman checking me out I go on over and take my shot. Why the hell not? If she's married, who cares? That's her hubby's problem not mine."

"But if it were a guy after her?" Matt pointed at him, "Josh you punched out Higgins at the Christmas party two years ago for dancing with her."

"He grabbed her ass twice and said she had blow job lips. That's a little much."

"How many asses have you grabbed?"

"None if they didn't look into it. You're not going to trap me. Matt. I do what do end of discussion. It bothers you, get another partner."

"But I can't get new friends." Matt shrugged.

"Aww, how sensitive." Josh laughed.

"Okay, you I could do without, but..."

"You'd miss Sheri."

"I would and you too, I guess. If I don't think about your bed hopping you're not so bad."

"Then don't think about it. Back to ignorance is bliss."

"But I do know." He sighed, "Just tell her."

"What?"

"Tell her, you don't think it's a big deal so just own it."

"Then that would hurt her and then it would be your fault." Josh smirked at him.

"You don't get it."

"No, and neither do you, so forget it, Matt. I do what I do. If Sheri ever finds out, I'll worry about then. But I doubt she'd leave me."

"No?'

"Nope, or maybe for a little while and come back when she realizes no guy really wants to put up with someone that needy."

"Nice. I don't know though, Josh, Sheri's pretty hot, they'd deal with it."

"Matt, my old man said a lot of shit, but here and there he had some good points. I remember him pointing out a couple of girls at school when he showed up to pick me up and said, "Know what, kid, no matter how hot a girl is there's a guy who's already sick of her shit. So find them fuck them and forget them."

"A wise man." Matt rolled his eyes, "How did he die again?"

"Too quickly." Josh muttered.

"So Sheri's headaches." Matt switched gears, "You should get her to go to the doctor."

"I told her that. I'm not her father; I'm not going to drag her there."

"You guys getting along okay?"

"Why?"

"Well she said she gets them from stress."

"She hates her new job and she hates this case and...I guess things haven't been the best, but shit happens it'll pass."

"Yeah, she was telling me last night you guys have been a little distant lately."

"You called her last night?"

"Yeah, seeing you weren't answering your phone, I figured I would try your house. Stupid me for thinking you'd be in your own bed."

"You talk to my wife a lot."

"See!" Matt slapped the dashboard, "That's just what I mean. Okay for you to do what you want, but if someone..."

"Knock it off," Josh debated putting the siren on just to get out of traffic and to the station. "I made a comment, that's all. I'm not jealous, that's a waste of time."

"So you don't care I talk to her all the time?"

"Not at all." He glanced over at him, "Nothing wrong with a little girl talk."

"Oh come on..."

"Matt, I trust Sheri and you...man, you wouldn't be able to make a play for another man's wife and you know it. I have no worries. Besides, you keep her out of my hair, she whines to you instead."

"That's the point, you should be talking to her Josh, not me. Be a fucking man and listen to stuff you'd rather not because it means something to..."

"What are you a fucking councilor now?"

"No, just a concerned friend and..."

"Sheri's a damn shrink, she knows that fucking game and she's whispering in your ear to get you to try to get to me, well fuck that. Tell you what, I'll be the man in her life and you can be her best girlfriend, how's that?"

"She deserves better than you, Josh." Matt snapped, finally getting pissed off, "You don't know how bad I'd like to see her figure that out."

"Jealous is an ugly emotion, Matt."

"Jealous? I...I'm not jealous, I told you I just talk to..."

"You're jealous because I have someone, hell most every guy has someone and you don't so you have to sit there and start shit and point fingers because no one is as good as you think you are. 

If you were so good you wouldn't be a loser living alone eating ramen noodles and whacking off. Stop looking at other people and worry about your own lame ass. Stop bitching and..."

"Take what I want, right? I'm tired of that dumb line; it's an excuse for you to..."

Matt stopped when his cell rang.

"Thank Christ." Josh sighed

"Dennings. Yeah, what?" 

The excitement in Matt's voice caused him to hold his breath as he listened.

"Holy shit! Yeah, keep him there, we'll be there in ten."

"What is it?" Josh asked.

"Hit the lights and let's get to the precinct, a guy just showed up saying he thinks he had a run in with our kitty a couple of nights ago."

"You're shitting me?" Josh, hit the lights and as the cars in front of him drifted to the right, he gunned the car, shooting up between the two lanes of traffic. 

"Nope!" Matt clapped his hands, "About fucking time! If this guys seen her, talked to her, we'll finally have something to go on."

"Good," Josh cut across three lanes of traffic and hit the exit doing seventy; glancing at Matt he winked, "We both know there's nothing I like better than chasing pussy." 

*****

"Good morning, Mister Peters." Matt spoke as he and Josh entered the small interrogation room.

"Morning." Peters answered, looking back and forth as they sat down across from him.

"I'm detective Dennings," Matt extended his hand across the table, "And this is my partner detective Wilson."

"Nice to meet you." Peters took Matt's hand, and glanced at Josh who simply nodded, giving him a tight smile, he let Matt be the friendly disarming sort, he was better at it.

"Before we start, would you like any more coffee?" Matt asked.

"No, I'm all set."

"Better off, it tastes like battery acid." Matt told him.

Peters gave him a nervous smile, "Do we, umm, have to do this in here? I feel like a suspect or something."

"Sorry," Josh spoke, "Its either in one of these rooms or out in the precinct, a lot quieter in here, besides you came here to help us, why would you be worried?"

"I..does anyone have to know I came here?"

"Absolutely not." Matt shook his head, "This is confidential."

"What if it, you know, leads to something?"

"Why are you worried about that, you have something to hide?" Josh asked

"No...well..."

"Don't pay any attention to Detective Wilson," Matt kicked him under the table, "He has no people skills, that's why I'm here."

"Oh, okay."

"So Mister Peters," Josh leaned forward, folding his arms on the table in front of him, "Sergeant Riley told us you think you might have met the woman responsible for these murders?"

"Yeah, maybe." He looked down at his fingers which were drumming nervously on the table.

'"You smoke Mister Peters?" Josh asked,

"Here and there, when I drink or I'm nervous."

Josh produced the pack of Marlboros he'd picked up on the way in. "Here, help yourself," he tossed it across the table.

"Thanks." Peters slipped one out of the pack and lit it with the lighter Josh slid over 

'We're not supposed to..." Matt stopped when Josh rolled his eyes.

"So why don't you tell us what happened?" 

"Well," Peters tapped his ashes into the empty Styrofoam coffee cup, "I was at a party a couple of nights ago..."

"Where?" Matt produced a small notebook from his jacket and clicked his pen.

"The Regent, it was a Halloween party for Locke and Steel."

"The investment firm?" Josh inquired, "You work there?"

"Yeah for the last ten years"

"That's a pretty big event." Josh went on, "Lot of high rollers, lot of...players."

"Yeah most of them."

"And a lot of pretty hot women."

"Oh, yeah." Peters grinned.

"And some of them pros, to you know, keep guys company." Josh winked.

"There were...I'm sure there were some women there for entertainment, why does that matter?"

"Because we have a feeling our little friend is one or poses as one. You know where the girls come from?" 

"No idea, why would I?" He said a little too quickly.

"Right, why would you?" Josh shrugged, but stared at him, noting Peters wouldn't meet his gaze.

"So let's talk about this woman," Matt tapped his notebook, "What was she wearing?"

"She was dressed like Cat Woman."

"What kind of cat?" Matt's pen hovered over the paper.

"No, I mean Cat woman from Batman. She was wearing an all black body suit that..." he shook his head, "Showed everything, Christ I could see her..." he stopped.

"Camel toe?" Josh prodded with a laugh.

"Yeah." Peters whistled, "Nothing underneath that was for damn sure."

"Gloves I take it?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, gloves, boots and the mask went around her whole face, even under her chin so all you could really see was her mouth. She kind of looked like one of those fetish girl from one of those weird clubs."

"What weird clubs?" Josh leaned back in his chair, "Where have you seen women dressed like that before?"

"Oh." he looked away, "Umm, well I...heard there's some girls like that at Baby head and Club Hell 

"Write that down" Josh told Matt, "Don't know the first one, but Club Hell's whorehouse and has a lot of kinksters, Halloween all year round in that place."

"Back to the party." Matt said while flashing his notebook quickly at Josh where he'd written "Where are you going?"

Josh waved his hand at him, then addressed Peters, "So Mister...hey, can I call you James?"

"Yeah sure."

"Good, this mister shit pisses me off, I'm Josh that's Matt and know what we are?"

"Detectives?"

"We're all guys, just three guys sitting around a table talking about...pussy." He nodded, "yeah we're just chatting about some pussy because it's our favorite thing, right?"

"Sure."

"Okay, James, let's talk about this pussy. So Cat Woman...you approach her or she approaches you?"

"She came up to me and asked how I was...by name."

"So she knew you?"

"Knew my name, I...I don't think I knew here."

"You ask her name?"

"I did, I told her great costume and asked where I knew her from. She said..." he stopped, "Like I said this isn't..."

"Just three guys talking, that's all we are. If it has to get to more than that you have my heard nothing gets used that doesn't have to be, okay?"

"Okay. She said she knew me from awhile back and knew I liked to have fun and that's what she was looking for."

"Fun." Matt pointed at James left hand, "You're married." 

"I...I am." 

Matt nodded and scribbling in the note book angled it so Josh could read, "I get it" 

"So needless to say you attended this party alone and she was offering you some of that entertainment we discussed."

"I...I think so."

"Do you think you knew her?"

"I wouldn't know, I mean I don't know how I would know a girl like...."

"Okay, James," Josh put his hands out, "Here's where I stop trying to lead you along and just point blank ask, "You step out on your wife?"

"No." he shook his head. "I do not."

"Did you?" Matt picked it up, "In the past, maybe an affair, a call girl, a one night stand?"

"Why does that matter? I'm only here to tell you about that night, you know, try to help out the police." His voice rose, "Now I feel like I did something wrong and..."

"Cut the shit James." Josh said, "I get enough drama at home. Look first off, I told you, consider this an informal conversation, we're cops, not priests, I don't care where you stick your dick, I just want to make sure no one else loses theirs."

"What Josh is saying, is that it's an important question. You've read the papers, she is targeting married men. We're trying to find out how she knows them. Now if you lie and say you've never cheated then that causes problems for us because it's not the same pattern, so you're not helping if you're lying, got it?"

"Right." James finished the cigarette and looked at the pack until Josh nodded, then lit another. "I used to cheat on my wife. I never set out to, but it was work, you know?"

"Sure." Josh agreed, "So..."

"How is it works fault?" Matt asked.

"That doesn't matter." Josh shot him a dirty look.

"No, I'm curious and it might matter." Matt said.

"Excuse me." Josh put his hand up and when James nodded, Josh got up and walked over to the corner.

Matt followed him over and leaning into him, Josh whispered, "Keep your moral bullshit out of this."

"Oh, please I'm not that bad, Josh it's..."

"I swear to God sometimes I think you feel these guys deserved what they got."

"Bullshit." Matt hissed, "Fuck Josh my last bust was a guy who was killing dealers who sold to kids, you think I wanted to bring him in? I wanted to give him a medal. I don't let my personal shit get into my work."

"Then who gives a fuck why he cheats?"

"I didn't question you leading him to admit now don't question me. You're giving him direct questions I want him to tell us something, the more he talks the more he says and who knows? Maybe we pick something up about how she finds them?"

"You're right." Josh nodded, "Sorry, I just..."

"Was letting your guilty conscious affect your job. You tired of hearing it? Stop fucking doing it."

Matt went back to the table and keeping a neutral expression on his face, Josh followed.

"Sorry, James." Matt said, "Little difference of opinion just now, it happens. So, back to my question, what did you mean it was works fault?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"What you think is meaningless could mean something to us."

"Him anyway." Josh muttered, taking back the cigarettes and lighting one.

"Locke and Steel is one of the largest and most prestigious firms on the East Coast and we do everything we can to make the clients happy. When they're in town I take them out and some of these guys, well they have money and they're hot shots and they have a certain lifestyle, you know, excessive."

"I know the kind. They go to Vegas and pay two grand for a blow job they could get for a hundred just to say they paid for it." Josh blew a smoke ring, "Assholes who overspend because they can and brag about it."

"Exactly and taking guys like that out means....entertaining them."

"Getting them laid." Matt chimed in.

"Yes. I...I didn't do it at first, but the boss calls me in and tells me I need to or, they might have to get rid of me for guys who are willing to. So next time out I play the game"

"I take the guy to Fantasies because well, everyone knows what goes on there and I buy a ticket for him to go with one of the girls and he says he won't go back there unless I come with him, you know lets both have fun. So I did it. I...picked out a girl and I felt bad later, almost told the wife, but...know what? Next time out it was easier."

"You always go to that club?"

"No, next time I called an escort service, Pretty Woman and asked for two girls and we all went out for dinner and drinking and you know." He sighed, "The 'you know' gets pretty addictive. The wife she...works a lot; has a lot on her mind, not always up for things. But these girls, man they will do anything for you. Things you don't want to ask the wife because it's sick or you just know she won't. Stupid, huh?"

"Yes." Matt said just as Josh said, "No."

They glanced at each other and Josh smirked as Matt rolled his eyes.

"Got to where I was doing it without clients, getting girls and just having fun. My wife traveled a lot for work and I had free reign. That is until I...I was caught when the police raided a house that a few back page girls worked out of. My name was in the police news and my ass was out of the house."

"So...are you remarried?" Josh asked.

"No, I...I realized what I had lost and begged my wife to give me another chance. We went to counseling for two months and she let me move back in and we kept talking to someone for almost a year. That was a couple of years ago and things have been good between us since, but...." He lowered his head, "I broke her trust and even though she forgave me, sometimes she still wonders, I guess I deserve that."

"So these girls, you found them in a lot of places?" Matt's tone was subdued, Josh was sure that like him, he was hoping James would have only used one service.

"Pretty woman many times, but sometimes Craig's list and back page, couple of strip clubs; the ones where you can take the dancers in the back."

"Did you see the same girl more than once? Any regulars?"

"There was a girl named Samantha from Pretty Woman I saw a few times, but she left the agency."

"Okay, so back to the present. This girl mentions back when you used to have fun. Now that your secret is out, can you tell us if she seemed familiar to you?"

"I...you couldn't see much of her."

"She gave no name?" Josh was pretty sure he knew the answer.

"She said to call her Kitty. When I pushed she said Selena."

"Selena!" Josh nodded, "That's more..."

"That's a joke, "Matt said, "Cat Woman's name was Selena Kyle." He sighed, "She's got a sense of humor."

"She laughed when she said it and then went back to calling herself kitty." James said.

"So what did she say to you?"

"She grabbed a couple of shots from one of the girls walking around with trays and gave me one. We did the shots and she asked if I wanted to dance. I told her I was married and she said it was just a dance."

"The party, which so you know, I did not want to go to for this reason and..."

"Your wife doesn't know you were there and that's why you're worried." Josh finished. "I got you and if anything gets out we will tell her in person how helpful you were and how concerned you are about her feelings."

"I will at least." Matt said softly.

"So you dance with her."

"Yeah and she's...she strutting her stuff and she had it to strut." James exhaled, "Damn she was hot. Not one guy in the place wasn't staring at her. She's shaking her shit and she's all over me, bumping and grinding, shoving her ass on my crotch, shimmying down to her knees and...putting her mouth on my crotch."

"Good times." Josh laughed, "Hey, were you wearing a mask?"

"Just a black one across my eyes, I was Zorro."

"So she could recognize you?"

"Yes."

"So then what?"

"A slow song comes on and...look I have to admit she's getting to me and I think what the fuck? It's a dance."




Every Dog Has Its Day



"She grabbed more drinks as well I take it?" Matt was writing, not looking up as he asked.

"Oh, yeah, but last couple she grabbed just for me, said she was a lightweight."

"You're slow dancing." Josh began, "Her arms are around you, her tits are rubbing against you...she...pushes your hands down her waist to her ass."

"How...yeah." He nodded a rueful grin on his face.

"She's breathing in your ear." Josh continued, "Maybe she kisses your neck and she's talking; telling you all the things she wants to do to you."

"Like you were there." James nodded.

"He has been, many times." Matt didn't even try to keep that one quiet.

"Ignore him, he's an idealist." Josh nodded towards him, "But not me and not you either, James, we know how shit works."

"Yeah and shits what it is."

"But she's getting to you. You have a hard on by then don't you? Bet she even grabbed it didn't she?"

"Yes."

"So what's she saying, anything out of the ordinary?"

"The stuff you can imagine. Can't wait to get her mouth on me, telling me how she loves to suck and fuck, but then she started talking about a special game, her favorite."

"Tying you up?" Matt suggested.

"Right, she said she loves to tease, tells me how she'll take her time and by the time I cum my damn ears would pop, then she would let me do anything I wanted to her, even tie her up." 

"And all this would be where?"

"She said she had a room at the Spirit inn two blocks away."

"That pit?" Matt frowned in disgust.

"Places like that are big with the working girls and their clients, right, James."'

"I'd met girls there before."

"Which ones, we'll need names when we're done."

"They don't give real ones, that place takes cash and you could say you're Mickey Mouse." Josh grunted, thinking she had to be a pro; she knew right where to take them. 

"So I take it you refuse seeing you're sitting here." Matt flipped a page over and tapped it, "What happens then?"

" I almost said yes, but then I did the right thing..."

"Hear that?" Matt winked at Josh.

"I tell her no."

"She get pissed?" As he asked, Josh made a show of rubbing his cheek with his middle finger extended at Matt. 

"No, she purrs in my ear and tells me if I play with her she'll even let me fuck her in the ass. Said Kitty will let you have her tail and she giggles and moans in my ear."

"Then...."

"I tell her I'm married and..."

"And what?"

"She says come on James you know that ring doesn't mean anything to you, and she'll never know, let's go play."

"This time I told her no, and pulled away from her. She just stands there and looks at me and then asks me, 'really, you really don't want to? I told her no, said my wife was at home and I'm not like that. She says, oh, since when?"

"Since when." Matt and Josh spoke at the same time. She was someone from his past, not present.

"I tell her since I changed and told her I had to go."

"So she walk away pissed?"

"No," he frowned, "It was weird, she comes back up to me and leans in and kisses me on the cheek and says, good doggie, now go home and kiss Jennifer for me. Then she leaves."

"She knew your wife's name?"

"Yeah it freaked me out. That's mostly the reason I got myself to come here."

"You tell any of your girls about your wife?" Josh spread his arms, "You know, maybe Samantha, telling her about your life, bitching about the wife?"

"I...maybe, I don't remember."

"Did you watch her when she left; did she talk to anyone else?" Matt asked

"Not that I saw, but it was a huge room with a lot of people so I can't say. I left about fifteen minutes later.

"Okay so her eyes, could you see them?"

"Covered by the costume, it had those little black goggles and they were tinted."

"And the voice? Nothing familiar?"

"It...the thing is she sounded different when she talked."

"Different from what?"

"From her, she...she kept acting a little weird. One minute she would say things like kitty wants to play or don't you want to pet kitty and she would giggle like a little girl, like some schoolgirl routine."

"Gotta love those." Josh said.

"Then she would switch and she had this real throaty kind of voice, very sexy, like a purr, sounded like a phone sex girl."

"So she was switching gears and..."

"No." he shook his head then hesitated. "I know this will sound weird and I know I had a lot to drink, but the voices...it didn't just sound like she was talking differently, it was like her voice was really changing, like two people in my ear."

"Well, just keep trying to figure where you may have known her from..." Matt passed him his card, "I don't care if it's two in the morning. You wake up and know who it was you call me okay?"

"I will. I really don't know what else to say. Can I go now?"

"This was what night?" Josh asked.

"This Tuesday."

"Okay, James." Josh turned and pointed at the one way glass. "We thank you for coming in. You did the right thing and hopefully we can do something with your information"

"Thank you." James stood, "I'll call if I come up with anything else."

"Good." The door opened and Josh watched the uniformed cop, let James out. 

When the door closed Matt said, "You want to head down to the Spirit and check the log book?"

"Yeah. But let's talk a minute. What do you get out of that?"

"She knows them which we suspected, but she knows them, or at least him, from before."

"Right." Josh agreed, "She knew he cheated, but didn't know he was on the straight and narrow."

"Which is a revelation, but a problem." Matt tapped his pen on the table, "Because we're looking in the victims here and now and getting nowhere, now we have to look into sins past?"

"Yeah." Josh rubbed his cheek, "We've only been looking through the recent calls and e-mails of the victims we're going to have to go back a couple of years now and try to cross reference all the victims for any number or e-mail they had in common."

"The voices, what do you think about that?" Matt asked.

"He was drunk and horny and nervous. A person can sound a little different if they're trying, why?"

"I don't know, I was wondering if she's schizo. She talks about good kitty and bad kitty in her notes and hints at a 'her' and a 'she'."

"Or it's a game. She's not a total psycho though. She had her next victim in her sights and let him go because he was no longer a dog. So she has the ability to reason and a more precise agenda than we thought."

"So four dead and James could have been number five and all this in a week. She skipped him Tuesday; its Thursday she's going to have another soon if there isn't already one laying in a bed somewhere."

"One more and we have to officially warn people about the cat motif, we have to give people something to go on."

Matt picked up his notebook, staring at the page, "Still think she's a pro?"

"Almost has to be, who else would know guys fuck around on their wives?"

"I don't know."

"Think she reveals herself at the end?" Josh slipped the Marlboro's in his suit pocket, as he stood up from the table.

"Does it matter?" Matt rose, tucking his notebook inside his jacket. "It's not like anyone's lived to tell us. So..."

They both flinched as the door burst open so quickly Bill Reynolds, one of the other detectives who'd been helping them by researching the victims almost fell into the room.

"They got another one!"

"What?" Matt asked

"Just got a call from the Metro Inn, it was past checkout and no one was answering so the manager let himself in and...found number five!"

"Fuck!" Josh slammed his fist on the table, "One small break and one big fucking set back."

"Come on," Matt moved quickly past him, "Let's go see what Kitty left on the doorstep this time."

*****

"Fifth Verse same as the first." Josh walked slowly around the bed, looking down at the Bad Kitty's latest handiwork.

"Not one thing different, unless you count the colors." Matt said from where he was kneeling on the floor following the soft purple rope with his gloved hands to where it was tied to metal bed frame. "Last set of ropes was blue, before that green."

"Do they come in packages?" One of the uniformed officers asked.

"Not that we've seen in the stores or online."

Matt stood up and remaining at the foot of the bed, stared down at the victim, whom like the others had his throat slit, no slit wasn't the right word Josh thought, hacked was more appropriate. 

"Guys head looks partially severed." Jerry Ross, the medical examiner said as he placed his bag on floor next to the bed. "There's a lot of strength behind that blow."

"Lot of rage." Matt added.

"Or she's sawing at it." The cop offered.

"No, its like the others, look at the wounds edges, this is one slash."

"So, who do we have here?" Josh asked while bending over and peering at the severed finger resting on the corpse's chest. 

"We didn't look for ID yet." The cop responded, "Soon as I got here I called for you guys, wanted to leave everything as is."

"And we appreciate that." Matt said, then snapped his fingers, "Josh there is something missing."

Josh narrowed his eyes and quickly looked over the disturbing vision on the bed. Everything looked the same as the others, except..."There's no note under the finger."

"Right, now why, I wonder?"

The ME shined a small penlight on the finger and the plain gold ban glowed brightly against the pallid skin of the finger. 

"There's a small cut just over the band, same as before."

"To death do us part." Josh murmured looking at the mangled flesh just below the band.

"Speaking of parts, as always, one significant one is missing." Ross said "Well most of it, have a little left, just under where she had this" He reached into the middle of the bloody mess between the bodies legs and gingerly picked up a silver ring.

Slipping it into an evidence bag he said, "Same as the others, must have bought them by the dozen."

Josh didn't respond, instead he forced his eyes to look down at the small piece of flesh, all that was remaining of the victims penis. Below that, was nothing but a bloody hole where the testicles had been severed.

There was sticky puddle of blood beneath it, but nowhere near as much blood as was down the chest and splattered across the sheets. The spray from the throat had shot past the length of the bed and onto the floor and glancing upwards; Josh saw flecks of it on the ceiling. Ross was right; it took a lot of force to open up a throat like this.

Josh let his gaze wander up the blood bathed body, finally taking in the face. The eyes were open and bulging in pain and fear. Besides their own blood spurting what was the last thing they had seen? Again he wondered if she showed her face to them at some point. 

Below the eyes, the mouth and chin were covered in blood and another sticky fluid. The mouth was shut rather than open in a final scream and he had no doubt why.

"You going to check the mouth?" Matt asked, following his thoughts.

Ross nodded and gingerly taking the corpses chin in one hand held the forehead with the other and pried the jaw open. Matt shined his penlight into it and crinkled his face up. "Ugh, same as the others, testicles shoved in there."

"Are they dead when that happens?" The cop asked, peering over Matt's shoulder.

"Dying." Ross said, "She shoves them in as they're screaming."

"Talk about being tea bagged." He laughed.

"Officer, do you have anything to add other than bad jokes?" Josh asked, "Call me an asshole, but I'm not seeing the humor here."

The cop shot him a dirty look, but said, "I do have a question. How the hell doesn't anyone hear him scream? Guys gets his dick sliced off he's going to scream bloody murder."

"The scream is brief." Ross said while gently closing the corpse's eyes. 

"How do you know that?" Matt asked, while going over to the pile of clothes on the small table near the bed.

"The killer slashes his cock off and she..." he moved so he was standing at the foot of the bed. "Now she is right handed, that I can tell by her initial cut."

"How's that?" Josh asked as he tried to find a place for his eyes that didn't require seeing blood.

"There is a nick on the left side of the cock ring, same as the others. The first slice is right to left. So she cuts his cock off and he screams. The scream is more from fear than pain. The ring is applied so tightly that feeling is most likely all but cut off. The victim will feel the impact, but no immediate pain."

"Screams a scream." The cop remarked.

"She slashes right and let's her arm travel up to her shoulder," Ross placed his right hand over his left arm to demonstrate. "She pivots the knife, I know this because it's the same pattern as the forehand blow, then leans over and delivers a back hand cut to the throat"

"She cuts the throat seconds after she slices off his penis. The scream is very brief and is then turned into a gurgling death rattle, you can't scream when your windpipe is damaged to this extent."

"Still..."

"Think about it." Matt said as he held up a black cape before putting it down and lifting a white shirt, "You're in a room here, you think you hear someone yell. You listen, but don't hear anything else. Now you wonder, did I hear anything? Never mind its getting near Halloween and people are watching horror movies and coming back to the motel bombed and carrying on."

"You know detectives." Ross was now alongside the bed, his fingers tracing the wide gash to the throat. "Are you sure this is a woman?"

"The witness we talked to this morning confirmed she was, why?" Josh saw something fall off the table as Matt went through the clothes and picked up a pair of plastic fangs. "Dracula, how fucking ironic."

"Because as I said, the strength involved here...could it be a man? Maybe a transvestite?"

"A chick with a dick?" The cop asked.

"Or...perhaps even a man who was sexually mutilated and is now doing it to others." Ross rubbed his chin. "Maybe you should start looking for that type of thing. You know in prison they slice the balls off of child molesters and sometimes rapists and..."

"You know what, Ross?" Josh rolled his eyes, "How about you just take care of the body and we'll do the rest?"

"Of course, because you're doing so well so far." Ross grunted.

"Okay, got his wallet." Matt flipped open the black leather square and after looking through, pulled out a driver's license. "Timothy Miller, age forty one." Matt frowned and pulled out another ID. "Shit, this is a badge for the courthouse, he's an attorney."

"The white collar trend continues." Josh jumped when his cell rang and took a couple of steps away from the others when he answered, "Wilson."

"Yeah, Josh its Parson. I'm over at the Spirit and they turned over their log book, said we can keep it."

"Did you look through the names from Tuesday?"

"Yeah, Selena Kyle is the only woman renting on that day, checked in about four, paid cash."

"Bring it to the station so they can check the hand writing." Josh ended the call. "Selena Kyle, like she told James."

"Cat woman." Matt sighed, "She's laughing at us."

"Damn straight she is." Josh turned to see Reynolds coming in the room. "Guess who checked into this room yesterday afternoon?"

"Who Wonder Woman?" Ross asked.

"No, how about Lorena Bobbit?"

****

Josh looked up from his desk as Matt came over and sat down in his across from him. Matt had set his up so their desks were shoved up against each and they could face each other to discuss cases. Three years later the other detectives would still walk by and laugh at them. 

But they had the highest arrest rate of any of the other partners and whether Matt's old fashioned ideas had anything to do with it or not, Josh was superstitious and wouldn't change anything that worked. 

"How'd you make out?" He asked.

Josh had gone with a State Trooper to tell the last victims wife and today had been Matt's turn.

"How do you think?" Matt grunted disgustedly. "I've gotten used to seeing a lot of shit, Josh, but telling someone their spouse, or worse child, is dead is the worst."

"Yeah." Josh rubbed his stinging eyes. "Sheri had a good point last night. These women don't just lose their husbands, but find out what they were doing, hell the city finds out what they were doing. Pretty tough."

"You should think about that." Matt said, "How is she going to feel when you finally get caught banging some slut?"

"Even during this, you have to start on me?" Josh picked up a folder containing everything he'd learned about Miller. "How about the case?"

"Anything interesting?"

"First thing that jumps out is no kids. None of them have kids."

"So she has some sense of...honor, or morals, or whatever you want to call it, she's not taking anyone's parent away."

"Which again means she knows them. Think about it, most married couples have kids, the odds she somehow found five that didn't is not coincidence."

"You ever regret not having them?" Matt asked.

"When I was younger I thought it would be nice. Have a son, play some ball with him, he'd carry on the name..." he held up a picture of Miller's body, "Then I start seeing shit like this and I'm one of those that wonder why anyone brings a kid into this goddamn asylum." He dropped the picture, "Besides Sheri can't anyway. You know; woman problems."

"From her father raping her for years." Matt nodded.

"I never said that."

"She did, I told you....she tells me things because she can't talk to you half the time."

"That's right I forgot you two are BFFs." Josh waved his hand at him, "You take turns holding each other and crying like they do in those wussy support groups?"

"You're a fucking tool." Matt informed him.

"Let's not discuss my life here, okay?" Josh looked at his computer screen where he had channel thirteen's website up and hit refresh. For the third time in the last twenty minutes there was a new update on the latest victim. The press had been on this one damn fast. 

"The Cat's Meow." Josh read aloud, "Not only does Bad Kitty continue to baffle the police, but her wit is as sharp as her claws. A source has confirmed that she used the name Lorena Bobbit as an alias at the Metro inn, scene of..." 

Josh closed the browser disgustedly. "What was that fucking cop's name? Something tells me he's got some extra cash in his pocket."

"I'll call over to his precinct and tell them to stick him behind a desk until this is over." Matt sighed, "Seen Parker yet?" 

"Nope. He's in the office with his door locked. He's building up for one of those tantrums he thinks impress us."

"Why no note this time?" Matt pursed his lips. "Body wasn't discovered until the following morning so she wasn't rushed."

"Maybe she ran out of psycho babble." Josh guessed. "The notes say the same thing anyway; another dog had its day and all that good kitty, bad kitty crap."

"Don't forget Sophia." Matt reminded him. "Think Sophia is bad kitty and kitty is good kitty? And then she mentions..."

"There's one kitty, crazy as a loon kitty." Josh grunted, "Or...completely sane and playing the crazy card, freaks get more press."

"Hey Wilson," Reynolds said coming up to their desks, "Do me a favor and make sure your little playmates know your extension."

"What?" 

"Yeah one of your dippy whores ended up calling my desk looking for you. I transferred her." When Josh simply stared at him, he rolled his eyes, "Don't you check your damn messages?"

He walked away and Josh glanced down at his phone which was currently covered by a flyer from the Halloween store featuring over a dozen sexy cat costumes. He shoved it out of the way and saw he had a message.

"Who the hell leaves messages anymore? Everyone has a damn cell."

"Maybe one of your bimbos is busting your balls." Matt chuckled, "Might have a slutty little stalker."




Every Dog Has Its Day



"I'll send her your way, you could use the company." Josh grabbed the phone and punching in his password listened to the message.

He frowned as music blared in his ear, "What the hell is this?" the music sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place it. 

"Who is it?"

"Music." Josh started to hang up, but stopped when someone began singing.

"Josh I just did it again I guess we're now more than just friends Oh baby!"

"Holy shit!" Josh exclaimed, the voice was that of a little girl and he felt his stomach tighten as she continued.

It might seem like a crush But trust me I'm in no rush But I've lost all my senses That is just so typically me Oh baby, baby!"

"What is it?" Matt was now standing, leaning over the desk.

Josh hung up the phone and hit speaker.

"Its her!" He called out, Reynolds, Parson's get over here! Listen to this!"

Reynolds and Parsons, jumped from their desks and as they gathered round, Josh hit play again.

"Brittany Spears." Parson's said, when the three other men looked at him he added, "My daughter plays her all the time.

The voice began and Josh maxed the volume and sitting back, closed his eyes, listening to her.

"Oops!...Sophia did it again She played with his cock, and got lost in the game Oh baby, baby."

The voice trailed off into childlike laughter that sent a chill down his spine. The odd giggling broke off and this time the voice was that of a woman.

"Oops!...You think I'm a bitch That I'm sent from below Well fuck him, he wasn't that innocent"

Despite the disturbing lyrics, the smoky voice had a sexy purr to it and Josh could just imagine that voice in the victim's ear, promising him paradise.

"You see my problem is this I'm dreaming away Wishing that good men truly exist I cry, when I find they're all dogs"

"I guess I'm a fool in so many ways To lose all my senses and slice their lives away. That is just so typically me! Baby, oh"

"Jesus." Reynolds whispered.

"All aboard" The little girl was back

"Oh, my sweet kitty!, Before he goes, there's a chance my good girl wants him to have" "Oh, yes, a chance! Good kitty doesn't want to be mean!" But wait a minute! On his hand!"  The woman was now singing "isn't this...?"

"Yeah, yes it is" The little girl voice, but sounding upset, "It's a wedding band!"

"But I thought he wanted to change? I guess he lied to Kitty" she sounded as if she were ready to cry.

"Well my lovely girl, its okay, because that means Sophie will get you a gift!" The purr came back.

"Oh, you shouldn't have yay!!" The voice exclaimed with the glee of a child and Josh heard hands clapping.

"Oops!...he did it again, he broke her heart" But then I played with his cock, and let bad kitty slice it off Oops!...He thought I believed him, that lying dog! But I know...."

The music played and everyone leaned forward waiting to see if she was done, then all flinched when a shriek of pure rage blared from the phone

"He wasn't fucking innocent!"

The music stopped, but the voice continued, screaming in rage.

"He lied to my kitty! He broke my sweet girl's heart! He hurt my good kitty and no one hurts my love!! No dog will ever hurt us!"

"That's because Sophia loves me!" The little girl laughed. "She loves her good kitty," she giggled, "Even though she's bad kitty sometimes."

"Bad Kitty does good things. Bad Kitty kills heart breaking hurtful men. Be careful Josh because Every dog has its fucking day!" 

Maniacal laughter filled the room followed by a soft sweet laugh, and the words, "Bye bye!"  chirped in a child's voice.

There was the sound of a click and shutting off the speaker Josh transferred the call to Parker's office and called him, "What is it Wilson? You want to beg off this case before I throw you off it?"

"Check your messages." Josh hung up without waiting for a reply.

"Goddamn." Matt whispered, "That isn't an act Josh."

"Josh transfer that to Walters in evaluation, let the shrinks get on that." Parson's suggested

"Yeah." Josh looked down at the phone, "Better than a note I guess."

"She's growing bolder." Matt sat back down. "And she's fixating on you, that's a good thing."

"Thanks."

"No, seriously, it's a connection now, she did it once, she'll do it again."

"You mean oops I did it again?" Josh pointed at the phone, "Goddamn Brittany Spears song."

"Think that means she's young?" Parson's asked, stroking his chin. Josh noticed his fingers were trembling, "Christ that was fucking freaky."

"It might be two women." Reynolds pointed out, "That was two different voices and the change was so quick it couldn't have been."

"She's one person." Matt said quietly, "A sick one."

"A scorned one, hell hath no fury." Parson's added, "I'm going to start checking clinics and psyche wards. Maybe someone recently discharged."

"One more thing to look into with no extra help to do it." Josh said.

"Oh, we'll have some help soon."

They turned to see Captain Trevor Parker standing behind them. 

The fact that Parker, at six three and at this point tipping three hundred pounds could sneak up on them was a testament to how rattled they were. Parker stomped, he never walked, but always seemed to slam his foot down with every step, around the desks and over to the wall where a large flat screen TV was. 

"Got a call from the bureau, they're sending an agent down here to try to help us with a profile on this sick fucking cunt. Right now, it's just him and not them taking over, but that could happen soon." He looked around then started bellowing.

"Know why? Because Channel Thirteen already broke the news, name and all!" he bellowed, "I want the name of every uniformed cop involved at that scene because this fast means a fucking leak!"

"We've already..." Josh started then sighed, "Never mind."

But, he held up on of his thick fingers, "I just listened to your call, Wilson, you're a real pussy magnet." He looked around and to everyone's surprise laughed, his white teeth a sharp contrast to his dark skin

"So at least we finally got something to go on and that buys us time. Walters will get our fucked up duet and knowing him listen to it naked and spanking it to the thought of getting in some shrink digest over this."

He looked around and crossing his massive arms across his chest said, "You guys spend the rest of the day checking out the local sluts and knock off early, tomorrow we sit down, talk with the nerds and get a real plan to get this bitch."

*****

"Harder!" Sophia moaned her head back on the pillow, "Fuck me harder!"

She pinched her nipple as she drove dildo deep into her pussy

"Ow!" Kitty whimpered, "That hurts! Why are you being so rough with us?"

"Because I want it!" Sophia whimpered in frustration while furiously plunging the rubber cock inside her. "I need it!"

"I like our other game better!" Kitty whined, "I like how you touch me, I don't like that thing! There's a reason we cut them off! They hurt us!"

"They're not all bad, my sweet girl." Sophia slowed her thrusting and caressed her cheek, "They can feel good."

"They can?"

"They can, but we need the right man!"

"All men are bad." Kitty pouted.

Leaving the dildo buried in her pussy, Sophia playfully flipped her lip.

"No, there can be nice ones. Ones that will protect and play with my good kitty, and love our other friend, and..." she ground her hips and moved her legs up and down, enjoying the feeling of the fake cock inside her. "Fuck me like the bad girl I want to be!"

"Sophia's horny!" Kitty giggled.

"Sophia wants to get fucked!" she softened her voice, "Will my sweet girl fuck me?"

"I...I don't know...it's kind of yucky, can't I just touch you like when we play our special game?"

"Be fair kitty, doesn't Sophia always play that game with you?"

"Yeah."

"Doesn't she always make you purr like a happy little kitten?"

"I like to purr," She laughed, "Bad kitty!"

"Then make me purr the way I want to. Come on and be my sweet girl."

"Okay, but next time we play the other way, not with this nasty thing."

"Yes, next time will be all for kitty."

Sophia sighed and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples. She was horny and needed to get it nice and hard the way she'd craved it, but Kitty's soft touch did feel good and it would be a nice tease until she got fucked.

Kitty put her fingers in their mouth and Sophia moaned at the taste of their friend's pussy,  their pussy. Her now wet fingers rolled her swollen nipples between them and she groaned, her hips thrusting into the toy.

Her hands wandered from her breasts and tickled her stomach before one gripped the end of the dildo and the fingers of the other found her throbbing clit. She rubbed it in slow circles while working the cock gently in and out. Sophia was so wet she could hear the toy entering her and whispered, "Faster my good girl."

"Nasty girl." Kitty chided her, but thrust the cock more rapidly into her. 

"Yes, oh yes, now harder and deeper."

She cried out as Kitty drove the cock so deep the rubber balls struck her ass.

"Oh!" She groaned, "Just like that! Fuck me!"

Kitty released a long sigh of disapproval, but obeyed and Sophia squealed in delight as she pounded the toy into her. Her fingers moved faster on her clit and Sophia drew her knees up to her chest, opening her pussy wider and raising her ass off the bed so the cock would go even deeper. 

Sophia smiled so Kitty would know she wasn't in pain and closed her eyes. As the dildo hammered into her she envisioned him; the man who was supposed to do this for her. 

The one who was supposed to love his girls, cherish and protect sweet kitty, love their good friend and treat Sophie like the whore she so badly wanted to be. 

But even as she moaned from Kitty's fingers stroking her clit, the image wouldn't stay. The man who was supposed to be their everything never took care of them, any of them.

Even though she knew it was wrong she thought of another. Someone who would take care of her. Sophie forgot about Kitty and the other and just focused on her needs. Thought of what it would be like to have a man worth being good to. 

She could taste him in her mouth as she blew him, sucking his cock until he came for her, shooting his cum down her throat as she rewarded him for being a good man. She thought of how he would touch her. 

Sometimes sweetly like Kitty did, teasing and playing, using his tongue to make her purr for him. Sometimes they would make love to keep their friend satisfied, but other times he would fuck her. 

Her good man would take the pussy she freely offered him, take her hard and fast, but in the spirit of love not to cause her pain like the other one had years ago. The one that had hurt Kitty and forced Sophia to do what she had to do. No this man would give her everything she needed in every way.

"Oh fuck yeah!" She called out, "Fuck me my love take your woman! Make her yours!"

Kitty was now rubbing her clit as hard as she was thrusting the cock and arching her back, Sophie released a long drawn out moan as her body gathered itself. Whether she liked to play it or not, Kitty knew this game and proving herself the sweet girl she was gave Sophia what she needed and pinched her clit.

The sharp pain sent her over the edge and throwing her head back, Sophia let loose with a long loud wail as her pussy convulsed. Kitty's fingers continued to rub and she cried out in surprise as a long spray of sticky fluid squirted out from around the cock. 

Sophia cried out again and again as her pussy erupted, splattering her legs and thighs as well as the sheets. A shudder went through her and with soft whimper she let her legs straighten as her body went limp.

"Oh...that was so nice." She murmured as she stared at the spinning ceiling."Thank you my sweet girl."

"Eww," Kitty slid the cock from her pussy, and stared in disgust at the sticky fluid dripping from it. "Icky."

"Hmmm-mm" Sophia shook her head, "That means it felt good."

Kitty dropped the toy onto the bed and laughed, "Sophia wet the bed, Sophia wet the bed!"

"Come here, my little one." Sophie wrapped her arms around herself and lightly tickled her cheek, "My good girl."

"I like when you hold me." Kitty purred, "We going to sleep now?"

"Hmm, yes. We have time, but we have to clean up when we wake up."

"You clean up, you made the mess."

"You helped."

"Hee hee...Bad Kitty made a mess!"

"Shhh, time for sleep." Sophia hugged herself tighter, envisioning Kitty snuggled close to her and closing her eyes whispered, "Sweet dreams pretty girl."

The only answer was Kitty's deep breathing and with a smile, Sophia drifted into the welcoming darkness of sleep.

*****

Sophia lifted her head from the pillow and looked around. Something had awoken her. Instantly alert, she slid the long curved blade from beneath the pillow. If that mother fucker thought he was going to come in here and....

No, that animal had paid the price long ago, there was no one to try to come here and hurt her or Kitty. The days of being hurt were over, now Sophie was the one who brought the pain. She realized kitty wasn't curled up with her and that was when she heard someone crying. 

"Are you okay, sweet girl?" She sat up, looking around the dark room.

"I'm over hear."

She turned at the sound of a click and as the small lamp in the corner flickered to life she saw Kitty sitting cross legged on the floor holding a stuffed black cat dressed in a pumpkin costume.

"Like my build a bear?" she held it up, "Her name is Alicia!"

"Very pretty." Sophie shook her head and winced at the dull throb in it. 

She could see Kitty meaning they were in their safe place inside of their friend. Walking over to Kitty she knelt down in front of her, pushing aside several more stuffed animals.

"Are you sad?" She asked.

"Hmm-mm," she shook her head, her pigtails flying about. "I'm okay."

"Good." Sophie smiled at her, taking in the cute my little pony t-shirt that hugged a not so childlike pair of breasts. "Oh Kitty are you ever going to act your age?"

"Why should I?" she giggled, "I like being little." She frowned, "She never got a chance to be a little kid, that meanie stole that from her, so she made me to act that way for her!"

"And me to make sure no more meanies hurt us."

"Can you put that down?" She pointed at the knife, "its scaring Alicia."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She put the knife down next to her and frowned at the sound of sobbing.

"She's crying." Kitty said, "Been crying a long time, you were sleeping though," she smiled, "You sleep well after you're a dirty girl."

"Why is she crying?"

"She's sad. Her poor little heart is broken." Kitty cocked her head at the stuffed cat, "Right Alicia?" She made the cat nod in agreement. "I feel bad for her."

"So do I." Sophia said, reaching out and putting her arm around her. Unlike when they took over for their friend, in here Sophia could touch and feel kitty.

It was fun to come out and see other people, but this was nice as well, her and kitty could be peaceful here and had been for a long time. It had been years since they were last needed to help. 

"Can we help her? I tried to sing to her, but I don't think she can hear me right now."

"She can't. We have to wait until she's asleep to talk to her and for her to let us help."

"I thought she would be happy. We got another one for her."

"That we did. But she's still crying." Sophie listened to the gut wrenching sobs and felt a familiar anger building inside her. "We need to make her happy again."

"How?" Kitty held up the cat, "Alicia wants to know."

"Of course she does." Sophia made a show of petting the cat, then slid her hand across kitty's right breast.

"Hey, not in front of her!" Kitty covered the cat's eyes.

"Sorry." Sophia winced as the sobbing grew louder. She couldn't let her suffer like this. "We need to do it again."

"Do what? Don't you get enough you piggy?"

"Not that. We need to take another one. That will make her happy."

"I don't understand why."

"Because she likes to save women from being hurt like she was, like she is. So whenever we kill one of these dogs we help another woman and that makes her happy."

"But Sophia...we just did it. The policemens are looking for us."

"They're too stupid to catch us. But...maybe this time we do something new."

"Like what?"

"Like...she leaned against the wall and noticed the brightly dressed doll in the corner next to her. Picking it up, she looked at the big plastic eyes and ran her fingers through its hair.

"Who's that? It's not mine." Kitty said.

"It's me. Her name is Sophia. Sophia was her best friend. She would tell her all the bad things that animal did to her, would hold her and cry to her. That's why I'm Sophia because I'm her friend and I help her."

"She's pretty! Like you!"

"Thank you, kitty." She put the doll on her lap and stroked its hair as she thought. "Maybe...we do it during the day. They think we only play at night."

"Day time? We might get caught."

"We won't. Lots of people in costumes now, all depends where you go." She thought for a moment then snapped her fingers, "The clubs."

"The ones where all the girls take off their clothes?"

"Yes, its close to Halloween a lot of them are dressing up."

"Why, they just get naked anyway."

"Never mind why. But we could go there."

"We won't have to take our clothes off will we?"

"Maybe for a minute. That's okay, I like them looking, it helps get them."

"Who we gonna get?"

"The one that was going to be next anyway. We just get him in the day. He's going to be a special one. He doesn't just break hearts, he breaks bodies."

"Oh, he...he beats people up?"

"Just women." Sophia picked the knife back up and twirling it around in her hand, smiled, "But not this woman."

"You're tough!" Kitty nodded, "And mean!"

"Yes I am." At the sound of her friend crying in the distance she tightened her grip on the knife. "That dog thinks he can hurt women and he has, but no more. Know why?"

"Because...." Kitty held up the cat and spoke in a silly voice as if the stuffed animal were speaking, "Every dog has its day!"

*****

Josh sat back in the old armchair in Marla's apartment and felt the stress of the day leaving his body as she knelt between his legs. Other than his shirt being open and his cock sticking out of his pants he was still dressed and enjoying the fact Marla was completely naked. It gave him a sense of control and made her appear to be exactly what she was, a whore.

She was taking her time and Josh watched her pink tongue fluttering up and down his shaft before taking him back into her talented mouth. Josh had been with her enough times that she knew his moods and had mentioned she'd watched the news earlier.

She knew what he needed was just a good time and no games or bullshit and had him in the chair and in her mouth within minutes of his arriving. 

"Mmm" she moaned as stared down at his cock, "Is this my Halloween treat early?"

"Well seeing you're my trick, I guess it's your treat."

"Then let me enjoy it." She opened her mouth and made a show of letting a long line of drool drip onto his cock. 

She then took him into her mouth again and noisily slurped up the spit. She hadn't gotten upset at his little crack, another sign she knew all he wanted was her to take care of him. Marla was quickly working her way into being the best piece of pussy he'd had on the side since he'd gotten married.

Reaching into his shirt pocket he pulled out two fifties and showed them to her before putting them on the table next to the chair.