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“Jules, is that you?” Daniel’s voice exploded in my ear. “Yes, It’s me,” I murmured drowsily, hoping I was dreaming, especially when my half closed eyes registered the time on the alarm clock. Jesus, three thirty in the morning, was he fucking mad? Even though I fervently wanted to return to the land of nod, the urgency in Danny’s voice seemed to cajole me into consciousness. “Jules, are you there?” His voice was insistent now. “Mikayla Nicosia is dead and all hell has broken loose.” Now I knew I was dreaming. Mikayla Nicosia dead! ‘That’s not possible,’ I thought confusedly. I saw her on a talk show last night. She was her usual good looking self and she’d enchanted the hard nosed interviewer with razor sharp wit, girl next door charm and a very revealing dress. “Are you serious, Danny?” I croaked, my throat dry and stale, my half-awake brain still protesting. I needed more sleep to function properly and sincerely hoped this was a tasteless prank. If it wasn’t, then a shit storm of trouble was heading my way. “Of course I’m fucking serious Jules, do you think I’d make something like this up? I’m here now, trying to coordinate the investigation, but it’s a fucking nightmare!” he replied and I could hear the strain in his voice as he tried to keep it together. “This is too big for me, Jules” he admitted honestly. “Can you come? Please?” Like I had choice! I groaned, and resigned myself to the inevitable. Throwing off the covers and sitting up, I used the light from my telephone and began searching for my clothes still strewn across the room after last night’s wild adventures. I could still hear the insistent droning of Danny’s voice. “Jules, are you coming here or not?” “Yes of course,” I replied testily, gathering my trousers and sweater together. “Give me half an hour. Yeah okay. Text me the address when you can… Yes of course my mobile, where the fuck else?” I had to take a deep breath to calm myself. “Oh and young man, when I get there, make sure there’s coffee.” From the other side of my bed, hubby groaned and asked me what was wrong. When I said duty called, he nodded groggily and turned over. It was jealous eyes that watched him go back to sleep. *** When I reached the luxuriant town house in Primrose Hill, the situation was as bad as it could be. Hollywood’s popular leading lady was found lying spread-eagled across the dining room table, wearing stockings and suspenders and very high heels. More importantly her arms were bound to the table legs behind her head by silken ribbons and it was obvious there were no signs of a struggle. Seeing her lying there like that, I wondered if it was consensual. Now I’m no prude and after twenty or so years on the force I’ve seen a lot worse, but somehow seeing the successful actress lying there, for all intents and purposes asleep, it really hit home and I felt very weary. She had been so full of ‘ Joie de vivre’ on television last night, and now here she was under the scrutiny of complete strangers. The glamour of Hollywood seemed a long way away as police procedures, with no respect for wealth or status began the long and laborious task of sifting through the intimate and private details that make up our lives. Among the strangers was Janice Bristow, forensics expert, criminal pathologist and lifelong girlfriend. When we were younger we’d shared not only clothes, shoes and make-up, but digs, boys and occasionally each other whilst studying together and although we’d now strolled different walks of life, the friendship that was forged some twenty odd years ago is still as strong as it was, if not as close as it had been. I walked over and asked her if this was a sexually orientated crime and for an answer she offered me her special goggles. “Take a look. Whatever happened here… was definitely adults’ only.” She replied giving me a knowing grin. As I put them on, she continued talking. “Our vic was very sexually active. Vaginal and anal penetration is definite, and preliminary investigations reveals copious semen deposits in all her orifices. At least we’ll get some good DNA profiles,” she announced calmly. Hearing it reported so clinically made everything sound cold and impersonal, but putting on the goggles, revealed a scene that had been completely the opposite. Although invisible to the naked eye, I had to blink a couple of times, to make sure I wasn’t imagining things. There were bodily fluids everywhere. The chairs and table were liberally covered and I wondered fleetingly how many people had been involved here. Then there was the body of the victim itself. Mikayla Nicosia was covered, especially around her mouth and breasts and with interest I continued to speculate about what had gone on here. “My God,” I murmured and heard Janice chuckling at my reaction. “Yeah, looks like some party took place here. Reminds me of the sort of thing we use to do… back in college, you know…” she raised her eyebrows insinuatingly, “a long time ago.” I gave her my best innocent ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ expression… tried keeping a straight face… and failed miserably. The knowing smile and mischievous eyes called my bluff. I wanted to protest but suddenly Daniel Giovanni entered the room. *** Junior detective Daniel Giovanni, is a twenty seven year old, third generation Italian. Fifteen years younger than me and my partner for the last three, his grandfather was an Italian soldier who was shipped back to old Blighty for treatment after being injured in the battle for North Africa. After falling in love with the young nurse who was helping him recover, they got married and his grandfather opened a small restaurant in Hammersmith. After a rocky beginning, things got better as Britain’s prosperity began to grow. When he retired, the old soldiers son carried on the business, helped of course by numerous aunts and uncles plus Danny’s own mother and being congenial hostesses the reputation grew and success followed. Danny told me he probably would have followed in his father’s footsteps had it not been for one incident. Apparently a couple of crooks barged in one evening, waving guns and knives, and shouting at everyone not to be a hero. They menacingly demanded the evening’s takings and then went round with a bag to collect the customers valuables. Considering it was a Friday evening and the restaurant was full, the rewards were certainly worth the risks and having dispossessed everyone of their precious belongings, the gang decided to high-tail it. They would have gotten away except for the efforts of a young beat copper. On his evening patrol he spotted the goings on through the window and called for backup. Unfortunately the support took longer to arrive than he anticipated, and with growing indignation he saw Ataşehir Escort the thieves were getting ready to leave. Without a moment’s thought for his own danger he overpowered them single handed as they tried exiting the establishment, and arrested both of them. He received a hero’s applause from the restaurants clientèle and glowing praise from his superiors when they eventually arrived on the scene. At that time, a sixteen year old Danny had watched the robbery with disgust and immediately sprang to help, when the young police officer. surprised the thieves. When everything was under control, the copper praised Danny for his bravery and caused the young boy’s chest to burst with pride. It was there and then that he decided that he wanted to join the force. Of course he had to wait a couple of years but eventually he was sent to the police academy in Hendon, where he passed the training courses with flying colours. Once he’d been stationed at Shepherds Bush Rd, he applied all he’d learnt and became a very successful cop. Promotion came quickly and he was transferred to Paddington Green Police Station where we became partners. I liked him instantly. Danny was everything a woman looks for in a man. Affable, humorous and courteous and all deliciously packaged. From the very first, he flirted with me and even though I rebuffed his advances, he never let up. Despite all this, we were a good team and worked well together. Secretly I enjoyed his attention and although I was his senior partner, married, and old enough to know better, it hadn’t been easy turning him down… Even if his gene pool had been watered down by mixed marriages, he was attractive, too god damned attractive. His long dark hair, swarthy skin colour and high cheekbones gave him an exotic appearance while his dark brown eyes could melt even the coldest of female hearts. Thin sensual lips, smiling permanently, displayed sparkling white teeth and highlighted the small soul patch decorating his chin. Although it wasn’t to my taste, it did add a touch of arrogance to his features. If that wasn’t enough, he had a body to die for. How do I know? Easy, when one spends as much time in the gym as he does and one goes football training twice a week, one can’t help gaining a magnificent body like that, and of course the fact I’ve seen him naked. We were in Glasgow for a conference and the hotel had appointed us adjoining suites. After the first day of lectures, I unthinkingly barged into his room and was presented with a delicious piece of eye candy. Danny, having showered was drying himself but didn’t realise I could see his reflection in the full length mirror, hanging conveniently in the hallway. He was towelling his hair and completely unaware I was avidly watching him. Water droplets on his rock hard body glistened in the bright lights as his arms moved powerfully over his head and automatically my eyes went south. His manhood was hanging half-mast and even from this distance it looked impressive. Unable to discern if Danny knew I was there, I made to leave but couldn’t move. As if that wasn’t bad enough, whilst standing there his cock twitched and I swear it started growing. My breath snagged and I was both mortified and amazed. No wonder he was such a hit with the ladies I thought hungrily. I won’t lie, I was tempted, very tempted but common sense prevailed and before he realised I was there, I quickly returned to my room. Except for Janice, I’ve never mentioned this to anybody and even to this day, when I picture him standing there, fully erect and magnificent in all his glory, I still get moist below. *** “I’ll pretend I never heard that,” I replied facing Janice but watching Danny quickly approaching us. Her eyes widened in mock surprise and her sensual mouth opened in protest but said nothing. Instead she turned her attention to my junior partner. “Well, well, well!” She stated. “Look who’s here. God’s, gift to women!” The sarcasm was thick but the furtive glances she threw him betrayed her pleasure at his presence. “If you want it darling, I can start unpacking it right now,” Danny retorted equally sarcastically but with eyes twinkling. He grabbed his groin and made a very unethical gesture. “I bet you’re just dying to feel a real live one, aren’t you Janice? Much better than all those deadbeats you hang around with.” Her eyes sparkled at his insult and the corners of her mouth rose in amusement whilst her heavy breast heaved rapidly. “Oh Danny Boy,” she chided, “When rigor mortis sets in, you can’t imagine how much fun a girl can have,” she exclaimed naughtily and caused a shiver to run down both our spines. Danny looked at her disbelievingly and then at me. “Don’t get me involved, young man,” I said shaking my head. “I’m too tired for this shit, especially at,” and I looked at my watch, “Half past five in the morning.” I stifled a yawn and looked around the room. “Are you two done, or is there something else you want to say Danny?” I asked blinking the sleep out of my eyes. Despite the earnestness of the situation, he took in my tousled appearance and grabbed his chance. “Aaaahhh not much sleep, Jules, Oh yeah the first of the month. Did hubby demand his conjugal rights last night?” My expression must have given something away because he threw me a triumphant smile. Luckily he didn’t realise that he was closer to the truth than I dared concede. “If only he knew, eh.” I sighed speculatively. Janice nodded her head and giggled. “If only I knew what,” asked Danny belligerently. Janice spoke up. “Just because we’re old, Danny, don’t let that fool you. Jules and I are in the prime of our lives now and it takes a real man to keep us satisfied” “Yeah right,” the reply was scornful. “You know what MILFs are Danny?” I asked innocently. He nodded and raised a inquisitive eyebrow. “Well that’s what Janice and I are. MILFs! Essex MILFs. Basildon born and bred and proud of it! And we all know what Essex girls are like.” He looked at us incredulously, unsure if we were taking the piss out of him. “Well I don’t know about you two being Essex girls and as for being MILFs,” He gave a theatrical shudder and carried on. “Uuuggghhh.” He waved a hand dismissively, as if closing the conversation but then added as an afterthought. “The MILFs I’ve seen aren’t anything like you two, you’re to staid,” he announced, his eyes shining like bright diamonds. “I will tell you this though…” he stated, as we waited with an exaggerated expression of expectancy on our faces for his coup de grace. “Every bit of fluff, including some real skanky MILFs, who’ve been lucky enough to sample my Italian sausage, says it’s the best they’ve ever had and they always want more. Apparently once you’ve tried Ataşehir Escort Bayan it, you’ll never need anything else,” he proclaimed modestly. “Oh Please!” Janice cried out loudly, whilst I just groaned inwardly, watching her return to the dead actress, her head shaking ruefully. “Now that you’ve made me feel totally nauseous, Danny, have you got anything useful?” His smile vanished. “Yes Jules,” He was all business now, the consummate professional taking over. “I’ve been questioning the boyfriend. He’s the one who actually found her like this. Flew in from Miami this evening wanting to surprise her… but ended up getting the shock of a lifetime.” “I bet he did,” I replied sardonically. “But he’s not the only one, wait until the press gets a hold of this,” I muttered angrily. “Does he have any idea what took place here last night?” I asked resignedly, already knowing the answer. He shook his head. “No, when he arrived at…” he consulted his note book. “At two o’clock, the house was empty and he found her lying there” and he nodded to the table. “Anyway, seeing her lying there, he says he tried to resuscitate her but got no response.” He thumbed his brow and continued. “I asked Janice if she could confirm this and she did. There were definite signs of trauma to the chest area which were undeniably post mortem so we can discount that as cause of death.” Danny shook his head as if trying to clear his thoughts. “So after calming down a little, the boyfriend called 999. They followed procedure and because I was on call, I was the one they reached.” Danny shrugged his shoulders apologetically, obviously feeling responsible for state of affairs. “Don’t worry Danny, you’ve handled it very well so far. If there’s any shit from above, I’ll cover for you.” He nodded his thanks and visibly cheered. “Have you managed to confirm the boyfriend’s story?” I asked perfunctory. Again I knew the answer but enjoyed his mock painful ‘how can you doubt me,’ expression. “Well what do you want from me?” I asked stifling a yawn. “When this goes public, and believe me, Danny, it will, then the shit is really gonna hit the fan and we’d better make sure everything is done by the book. No mistakes, no fuck ups. Okay?” He nodded understandingly even though it hurt him to think I doubted his professionalism. “So, judging by the amount of bodily fluids here,” and I gestured towards the table, “This wasn’t just a cosy dinner for two, more like a royal gala that developed into a God almighty orgy… with Miss Nicosia as the main course.” I looked over at Janice, busily examining the dead woman’s fingernails and sighed in exasperation. “Danny, take a look round this house. See if you can find anything, anything that will help us clear up this fucking mess.” He nodded obediently and turned on his heels. As he disappeared, Janice returned looking serious and I raised my head inquisitively. She held her bottom lip between thumb and forefinger, wondering whether she should say what was on her mind. Finally she spoke. “Listen Jules, what I’m about to say is pure speculation,” she placed her hands on her slim hips and looked thoughtfully back at the table. “But I don’t think I’m far of the mark. Danny found some pill bottles by the booze and called me over. The label said GHB or to use it’s proper name, Gamma-Hydroxybutyric acid. It’s known in America as the date rape drug and is easy to obtain, because if one takes just a little bit, then it’s supposed to remove inhibitions and can produce some mind shattering sexual experiences.” she explained. “But,” she continued, “If one isn’t careful and takes too much, then mixes it with large amounts of alcohol… well all sorts of complications can arise.” She began ticking off her fingers. “Unconsciousness, respiratory depression and possible cardiac arrest are just some of the possibilities.” I swore silently at this information despite knowing that Janice’s speculation was pretty close to the truth. “Can we rule out or prove foul play through the autopsy” I asked tentatively, hoping for some positive news.” Janice shook her head and shrugged her shoulder apologetically. “Unless you’ve got an eye witness, who’ll swear she was force fed the pills, then I’m pretty sure this will be written off as a tragic accident.” I nodded dumbly again. It really was too early in the morning for this shit. If Danny considered Janice and me, respectable pillars of society, then Miss Mikayla Nicosia was on a par with the Maria Magdalena. She was the Teflon star because nothing stuck to her. Despite lurid rumours popping up now and then, mainly when she released a new film she was a clean as a whistle. Even the notorious British paparazzi much to their collective frustration, had failed to find anything lurid enough to knock her off her high pedestal. Of course there were thousands of fake photos circulating on the internet, but no self-respecting newspaper took them seriously, and I wondered speculatively how much I’d get for the photo’s the police photographer was now taking. Her spotless image was guarded by a vigilant publicity team, and it obviously paid off. She was featured on the cover of countless glossy mags, appeared constantly on talk shows and made millions in advertising deals, and yet, here she was… dressed like some first class whore, legs spread in wanton abandonment and if the evidence was to be believed, she’d been center stage in an erotic adventure which would have done the Marquis de Sade proud. Discounting the booze and narcotics, my gut instinct said this wasn’t anything new for Miss Nicosia, but of course I couldn’t prove it. Did her so called ‘innocent’ boyfriend know or take part in this deviant behaviour, or was he really as naive as he claimed. ‘Oh the tangled webs,’ I thought bitterly. The coroner’s boys arrived to collect the body, disturbing my train of thought and everyone moved out of the way to allow them to work unimpeded. Janice and I stood there silently as if paying our last respects, even though my mind kept mulling over the perceived impressions of being famous. As she was wheeled away, I looked unconsciously at my watch and sighed. Almost three hours had passed since Danny’s unwelcome telephone call and already I felt drained. Could today get any worse I wondered resignedly? Moving to the window to think, I felt Janice following me. I turned to face her. “With no evidence of extreme physical struggle Jules, this is going to be difficult. Mind you, I’ve collected a lot of samples and maybe something will turn up.” Although her words were hopeful, her tone wasn’t encouraging. She turned and looked at the empty table, her eye regarding the scene bleakly. “Until we open her up and get a tox report from Escort Ataşehir her blood, I simply can’t say.” She concluded. I nodded understandably and was twisting back towards the window when Danny re-entered the room and approached us. “What is it Danny?” His smirk broadened into an infectious grin. His high spirits renewed my energy and I couldn’t help feeling uplifted by his enthusiasm. He gave me a knowing wink and spoke. “Ladies…” he looked around the room and saw nobody else was listening. “I think I’ve found something very interesting, so if you’ll follow me.” I waited for him to explain but irritatingly he said nothing, and made to walk away. Before my irritation got the better of me, one of the remaining forensics team attracted my attention. “Madam, we’re almost done here,” he looked around, checking to see if he’d forgotten anything. “So we’ll be heading off back to the lab.” I nodded. “Okay Paul, thanks, and let me know as soon as you discover anything.” He nodded accordingly and smiled a congenial smile. “Oh and Paul, if the commissioner asks, we’ll be along shortly. Danny has found something that could be a lead and we need to check it out.” The retreating figure waved a dismissive hand, and I turned back to Danny, but fortunately for him, I was standing alone. He and Janice were disappearing up the stairs. *** Following my cohorts, I entered a large bedroom and was pleasantly surprised. Pastel shades of cream and peach in contemporary designs filled the room and was complimented by expensive modern furniture. In the center stood one of the largest beds I’d ever seen, and having missed mine for the last few hours I walked towards it and for the sheer hell of it, parked my bum. My colleagues looked on in surprise. “Hmmm, a water-bed,” I exclaimed as the mattresses moved beneath me. “Now, Danny, what have you got for me that you couldn’t say downstairs?” My young colleague sprang out of his trance and walked to the bedside table. There lay a device that looked at first glance like a tablet. “This…” and he gestured to the object in his hand, “Is a remote control, but it’s for the whole house. Lights, heating, security system… Everything can be controlled by this,” he paused as if to catch his breath. “But that’s not all; it also controls things only the rich and famous can buy.” I looked on quizzically. “You know, television, internet, all that sort of shit, he continued, genuinely excited. “ In fact it operates everything,” and suddenly the bed began to move. Danny flashed me a mischievous grin. “See what I mean!” Recovering from this revelation, I looked around the room but couldn’t see anything that looked remotely like a television or computer. Sensing my puzzlement, Danny began operating the tablet. As I waited, I felt the bed move again and scowled at Danny, but this time it was Janice. She was climbing on to the other side of the bed and her movements caused the undulating motion to begin again. The sensation was relaxing and I felt my eyelids getting heavy. Closing them, I admitted I could get used to this. My enjoyment of water-beds was disturbed by a soft whirring sound coming from the end of the bed, piquing my curiosity. Snapping my eyes open towards the noise, I noticed the light in the bedroom had dimmed and a humongous television screen had risen out of the bedstead. ‘Now that was impressive’ I conceded grudgingly. The ambient lighting illuminating the room, gave it a cosy atmosphere but at the same time enhanced the images appearing on the screen. A stunned silence resounded through the dimly lit room, only broken by the intermittent sounds of high pitched moaning. Emitted by state of the art speakers, no one present was in any doubt as to what was happening. I watched fascinated as Mikayla Nicosia busily engaged in the making of a home movie, looked boldly into the camera and ran her tongue sensually over her lips. And she wasn’t alone. A group of similarly attired, people were with her and by the looks of it, they were all intent on making it an ‘Oscar’ winning film. Even though the footage was uncut and unpolished, it was evident the camera man knew his trade. He missed nothing, including our victim’s obvious enjoyment. Her eyes followed the camera as it zoomed in on the juicy cunt hovering above her mouth, waiting for a tongue to reach out lick it, until it moved behind the young lady sitting astride her ample bosom to focus on a handsome older man. He stood between Mikayla Nicosia’s widely spread stockinged legs and was pounding her pussy with his large cock. “When was this filmed?” I demanded over my shoulder, unable to tear my eyes from the hot action. Danny began playing with the tablet and within seconds the time and date appeared on the screen. According to the computer, it was unequivocally filmed yesterday. Now, under the circumstances there’s no way I would have been caught watching porn with colleagues, but this was a possible murder case and this might be a break. Be that as it may, the raw sex action on screen was definitely turning me on. Even though I had a bra on, my nipples felt clearly visible through my thin sweater and what had started out as a twinge between my legs had developed into an insatiable itch, forcing me to rub my thighs together in an effort to staunch the flow of leaking juices. I was so obsessed with not betraying myself to my colleagues, that I subtly twisted my body away from their line of sight hoping not to draw attention to myself. I continued watching the movie avidly and was so engrossed that I almost groaned out loud when Mikayla’s stud pulled out and sprayed a huge load of semen over her flat belly. Suddenly the bed rocked and I was aware of a familiar giggle followed by shushing sounds on the other side of the bed. Now I’ve admitted that watching this celebrity sex tape was requiring an awful amount of self-discipline on my part and I had assumed my colleagues were doing the same but I was wrong. Boy was I wrong. Out the corner of my eye I saw Danny standing beside the bed with Janice’s hand inside his trousers. Before I’d diverted my complete attention to the antics in the bedroom, Danny’s huge erection was sticking proudly out of his flies, and Janice’s dainty hand was wrapped around it, enthusiastically masturbating him with long leisurely strokes. “What the fuck are you two doing?” I demanded, jumping up from the bed and immediately knowing to be the stupidest question I’d asked today. “Don’t answer that,” I ordered promptly, holding up my hand. “I wasn’t going to, Jules,” Janice replied huskily, “Considering the state of your jumper,” and she nodded in my direction, “I’m not the only one here with sticky knickers. Anyway, Danny here was displaying a bulge like Mount Everest, and I thought, why not!” I looked at her incredulously. Are you trying to get us fired, you stupid bitch?” I asked, my voice rising in disbelief. “No,” she replied looking at me studiously, “Of course I’m not trying to get us into trouble, I’m doing my job as I’m supposed to do.” Now I knew she’d gone crazy.

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