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"I'll get you out once you get me some information.", Bryan replied.
Jackson snickered, "Aight man. I ain't find out too much. Mofo's in here be keeping quiet. But I got set up with the doc to get some tests done."
"So, the doc is in on it?" Bryan popped up hoping for a lead.
Jackson shook his head no, "That's where it starts. But I can't tell who's running it yet."
"I need more than that. You need to stop wasting time." Bryan replied deflated.
Jackson's voice raises, "Fuck that man. You gonna get me killed in here."
"I'll leave you in there if you keep playing games with me." Bryan fires back.
"Aite. Aite. I got a name."
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1.
In a completely white walled room not too far away, a surveillance team is on active duty. Large monitors light up the entire main wall. Open floor desks sit around the room as technicians operate every camera overseeing the visitation room. An extreme violation of the prisoners and the visitors' rights.
A mysterious man hides in the shadows. He oversees the entire operation. The mysterious man watching the feed didn't care about anybody's rights. He increased the volume over Jackson and Bryan's conversation.
It was a bit muzzled, but Jackson's voice boomed through. "Johnny Sins. That's the name I got. Now hold up your end of the bargain and get me the fuck out of here."
The camera zoomed in on Bryan's face as a facial scan was initiated. A supercomputer zoomed through a database of names and faces until it stopped at one name. It registered a 99.969% match.
The name read: "BRYAN HEELS"
Next to the name appeared a picture of Bryan. Clean cut. A profile picture. The same picture he used to run along next to his news articles.
And with that, the mysterious man made a call...
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2.
The headline read "CEO of major tech firm exposed in sex trafficking ring".
It was all over all the major news outlets and social media. And the journalist's name and picture were trending everywhere.
Winnie Stockings, award winning author and photographer, was her name.
Her phone was buzzing from all the notifications and messages. But she wasn't paying attention to her phone as she swiveled in her expensive office chair, her neck craned to the landline phone. On the other end of the phone was her editor. She listened and smiled as her editor rained praise down on her.
"Thanks Ed, but it was a team effort."
Ed's voice boomed through the phone, "This one is going to cause some enemies. You really touched a nerve with this one."
She brushed the threats off. In her line of work, this was nothing new. But truth first. And she had little sympathy for these horrible people in the world who took advantage of others while selling a different lie to the public.
As her chair whirled round and round, she glanced through all the accolades throughout her office. In the world of investigative journalists, Winnie was a rock star. She was admired, adored, and semi-famous. The latter was true as shown by all the famous people in her pictures hung around the room: Presidents, actors, sports figures, media tycoons, and business elites adorned photo after photo.
But as much as Winnie was a respected journalist, there were many haters and detractors. Because the truth is she was desired. Known for her good looks and amazing body as well as her fashion and style. They called her a model journalist - pun intended - which she hated. But to those that mattered the most, she was known as much for her brain as her beauty.
Adding to the mystique, Winnie also had an incredible backstory. Orphaned as a little girl by her Taiwanese birth parents. She was adopted by a British family whom she took their last name - Stockings. Raised in America. Winnie was identified as gifted at an early age. A scholar, an athlete, and activist...she did it all during her formative years.
Suddenly the phone rang with an odd sounding ringtone. One that stood out in the crowd. One she had specially customized for one specific contact. She instantly sprung up for her phone and looked at the display.
It read the name "Bryan".
A smile cascaded across her face as she registered who was calling. She cut her editor off, "Ed, I got another call I have to take. I'll talk to you later."
Before Ed could say "bye", she had already hung up and switched calls.
"Hello there stranger." Winnie answered in a sexy voice.
"God. I miss the sound of your voice..." the man on the other end responded. He spoke in a deep voice. "...I didn't think I'd get through"
Hearing Bryan's voice made Winnie smile, "I always pick up your calls."
In addition to smiling, his voice also had the magical effect of making her pussy moist.
"I'm honored", Bryan chuckled.
Bryan always had that effect on Winnie.
They went way back as students at university. Back when they only had big dreams and no money. Way before they were famous. They were friends. Part time lovers. Soul mates with bad timing is how they referred to it.
The mutual attraction was always there, but work and their ambitious goals always got in the way. It also didn't help that one of them was always in a relationship when the other wasn't. But that didn't stop them from hooking up when the other happened to be in the same town during their many travels around the world. They always kept in touch. But part of Winnie always wondered "What if"...
That question popped into Winnie's head as she asked, "What third world country are you in now...trying to solve the world's problems?"
"I'm in yours. You free tonight for dinner?"
Winnie perked up, "For you. I'm always free."
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3.
Later that night, Winnie and Bryan met to enjoy a private dinner. Thanks to Winnie's connections they were able to get a seat at the latest Michelin three-star restaurant...the one with the months long wait list for reservations.
For the special occasion, Winnie was dressed impeccably in a black sequined, long-sleeved wrap mini dress that fitted her toned body perfectly. The dress amplified all her physical gifts including her wonderful cleavage and all her curves -- breasts, hips and ass.
The dress was so short that it showed off her best features, those long lovely legs of hers, which were wrapped in black nylon. A pair of silver high heels with the red soles finished off the runway worthy outfit.
Meanwhile, Byron looked debonair in his custom-fitted European suit. The cut was so tight against his muscular frame that it looked like if he flexed, he would rip through his clothes like the Hulk.
Fine wine flowed. And the chef, an acquaintance and admirer of Winnie, prepared a special eight-course meal for dinner. Winnie and her guest were treated as royalty.
"So clearly the owner here wants to fuck you." Bryan said bluntly.
Winnie would be offended, but Bryan always had a way of telling her like it was. He called her out if she was being irresponsible. Or if a piece wasn't her best work. Winnie respected that because it kept her honest and focused.
"What can I say. I make men horny." Winnie shrugged.
Bryan smiled back, "You have no idea." as his dick was already half hard and struggling to stay hidden in his tight pants.
Winnie excused herself as she headed to the ladies' room to freshen up. As she sauntered her sexy body through the restaurant traffic, Bryan looked over his shoulder and watched her move. He wasn't the only one as the watchful eyes of all the males in the room did the same. Winnie knew how to draw attention.
Bryan continued to watch in amazement as she walked out of sight. God, she looked incredible. The personification of better with age. She could be wearing a garbage bag and somehow, she would make it sexy.
His dick twitched.
"Damn it.' Why did she have to wear those pantyhose and heels. It was like she was taunting him ever since he confided in her that he was a stocking and heels fetishist.
He cursed aloud to himself, "Fuck."
Because that's how he felt, that's how good she looked, and that's what he wanted to do to her.
As he waited for her to return, his mind wandered to all the missed opportunities. Like two clouds passing each other by. The connection was always there. The spark. And for whatever reason, after almost fifteen years of friendship, it finally occurred to him how much of an idiot he was. He had followed his dream and done some incredible things. But his life still felt empty.
He wondered, "Why couldn't he follow his dream with her?"
Or start a new dream.
The revelation was almost like a light shining over his head as Winnie returned to the table. An angel in human form.
With a gigantic smile on his face, Bryan just looked at her, "I missed you."
His smile always made Winnie blush.
"You look amazing." Bryan continued. "That dress...and those..." he couldn't finish his sentence without becoming fully erect.
"You like my outfit? I wore it just for you." Winnie cooed as she sat down.
"You know what I like. Those heels should be illegal on you. And the pantyhose..."
Winnie finished his sentence with a mischievous grin, "...they are not pantyhose. And you'll get a good look at these heels later when they're on your shoulders as you're fucking the shit out of me."
Bryan was now the one blushing as he looked away and shook his head, "Damn I love that dirty mouth of yours. And I never should have told you about that fetish of mine."
"Well, if you never did...then I wouldn't wear them..." Winnie teased as she took a sip from her drink.
"Let's get out here." Bryan could no longer hold it back. He wanted to jump over the table and devour her right then and there.
"Not yet. Why let this gorgeous meal go to waste? Besides you haven't told me what you're working on." Winnie quizzed.
Now it was Bryan's turn to be coy, "I can't tell you. But you'll find out soon. It's a big one. You're gonna wish you broke it."
The competition between the two was what pushed them to be the best. But it was always friendly and supportive.
Bryan tried to change the subject, "What about you? Your story is everywhere. Are you doing the normal press tour to feed your massive ego?"
Winnie laughed, "Ha, not this time. I need a break. I'm on a flight to Aruba tomorrow."
"Well then we better eat quick." Bryan winked as he picked up the first course and devoured it with one bite.
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4.
As soon as dinner was done, the two rushed back to Bryan's hotel suite. They barely made it out of the elevator as they stumbled in front of Bryan's room making out like two horny teenagers.
Bryan fumbled with the room key as he tried to balance kissing Winnie, running his hands all over her body, and trying to open the door. After several tries, he finally swiped the door open. It was a good thing because if it took any longer, he was going to kick the door down.
They hardly made it through the door and the door closed just as Bryan spun Winnie around and bent her over against the nearest wall. He was on his knees in seconds as he wasted no time and hiked Winnie's dress up to her waist. He stopped for a moment.
NO PANTIES.
God, he loved this woman. He then dove headfirst in between her thighs towards her perfect pussy. His tongue darted out and his lips slobbered all over her pussy lips like a hunger.
Winnie moaned, "I would tell you; you don't need to do that. My pussy has been wet for you since the moment I saw your name come up on my phone. But fuck...I miss that tongue of yours."
Bryan had the ideal tongue for pussy licking - long and eager. He salivated on her pussy. He intended to touch every inch with long licks up and down the length of her pussy. He paid equal attention to her pussy lips as to her walls and as to her clit. And he mixed in quick darts in and out of her pussy hole with his tongue. The truth was Bryan loved licking pussy, but none tasted better that Winnie's pretty pussy.
As he moaned and groaned with a mouthful of pussy, he deftly unbuckled his pants and unzipped without removing his lips from her pussy. His free hand tugged at his pants and his boxers, as he refused to come up for air or stop drinking in her pussy juices.
Multi-tasking at its finest.
He could spend an eternity on his knees tasting Winnie, but it had also been an eternity since he last seen her. After he pulled his bottom clothing down to release his aching cock, he couldn't wait any longer. He practically jumped up on his feet with his pants and boxers bunched up around his ankles. He aimed his engorged cock at Winnie's pussy hole and pushed the tip inside.
Winnie gasped as the girth of his cock stretched open her wanting pussy hole.
"Fuck yes. I missed that cock of yours." She moaned.
Bryan pushed forward inch by inch as Winnie's soaking wet pussy devoured all his manhood until it disappeared inside her. He took one long look at those amazing legs covered in the sexiest thigh high stockings. He admired the view all the way down to those fuck me heels. And he snapped into a lust fueled monster. He began to thrust rapidly and pound his cock deep inside her. He growled and groaned as he violently fucked her from behind.
But Winnie was no stranger to some hard fucking as she took every thrust in stride. Meeting each groan and moan of his with one of her own. She looked back over her shoulder with those lustful almond shaped eyes and Bryan couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled out and let out a mighty roar as he shot rope after rope of cum all over her dress, her thigh highs and everything in between. They both panted heavily as they cooled down from the short, but intense fucking.
"I'm so sorry." Bryan repeated as he took long deep breaths.
Winnie turned around and gave him a kiss on the lips, "I can't say I'm not disappointed. I had a long night planned for us. I guess the outfit was too much for you..." she said with a sly wink.
"Oh, not that..." Bryan surprised her by pushing her against the wall and lifting her up in his strong arms. He guided his still hard cock into her wet pussy and held her gaze, "...I'm sorry I came all over your dress. I'll pay for the dry cleaning."
Winnie gasped as Bryan's cock entered her again. She then exhaled a breath of relief, "Oh thank god."
Bryan leaned in to give her a long, loving kiss as he continued, "That was just precum. I'm going all night even if I have to cum three times. Send me to the hospital when we're done."
He adjusted his footing and his hold on Winnie to find the right balance. Once done, Bryan then picked up right where he left off as he pumped his cock in and out of her in a standing position that showed off his impressive strength. He held her against the wall and he pistoned his cock in and out of her soaking wet pussy hole.
Winnie moaned loudly as she bounced up and down on his cock. She wrapped her legs around his muscular back and the two kissed passionately, their tongues intertwined.
With her still in his arms, Bryan shuffled over to the couch. Along the way his belt clanked around on the ground like a dropped dog leash. When he reached the nearby sofa, he gently placed her on her back and pulled his cock out. He stepped back and hastily peeled off his suit jacket. He ripped off his tie and shirt so fast that he sent buttons flying across the room. He then kicked off his shoes and stepped out his pants and boxers, until he was stark naked with only his dress socks on.
"Now what were you saying about your heels on my shoulders." Bryan reminded Winnie as he made his way in between her legs and lifted them high up in the air.
He put each heel on one of his stocky shoulders as he aimed his slick, pussy juice coated cock at her dripping wet pussy and dove his cock back in for another round of hard fucking.
While he pumped hard and fast strokes in and out of her pussy, his hands ran the full length of her stocking covered legs. He kissed in and around her ankles and then up and down her calves as he moaned and groaned in delirious delight.
Winnie reached back and grabbed on to the back of the sofa as her B cup tits bounced out of her dress. Her head snapped back, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she moaned and screamed in ecstasy.
As much as Bryan loved the feel of her legs and seeing her heels up close and personal, he put her feet down on the ground as he leaned in and locked lips with Winnie. Their tongues passionately entwined as he continued to work his cock back and forth with deep and hard thrusts. Muffled moans escaped their mouths as they kissed and fucked in perfect unison until Winnie climaxed all over his cock.
Bryan pulled back as he let Winnie come down from her orgasmic high, but Winnie wasn't interested in rest. She pushed him backwards and then leaned forward until his cock was in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down as she swallowed all her pussy juices and girlcum. Her oral skills were on full display until Bryan had to pull away in fear of exploding a second time. He collected himself because he had other plans.
This pause gave Winnie the chance to strip out of her dress until she was wearing only her garter belt, thigh high stockings and heels. As Bryan took a seat on the couch, she kicked her dress to the side and joined him. Winnie crawled her way toward him, her body perpendicular to his. She found his cock again and picked up where she left off running her hands, mouth and tongue all over his throbbing cock. Winnie had one leg on the ground and one leg bent on the sofa cushions with her ass arched high in the air. A pose of perfection, which Bryan enjoyed just as much as the majestic blowjob Winnie was giving him.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum in your mouth." Bryan groaned.
Winnie moaned and laughed on his cock. She wouldn't mind tasting his cum, but she wasn't done with him yet. She jumped up and climbed on top of him until she was straddling him with one leg on each side of his body. She reached back and pointed his cock at her pussy and lowered herself down on his thick cock until he was all the way inside her. She then proceeded to ride him like it was the rodeo. Up and down. Hard and fast. She perfectly timed each bounce up so that it was the full length of his cock before bouncing back down. She made sure his cock never escaped the grasp of her pussy. Their bodies collided with each bounce as the sofa rocked back and forth against the wall. She grinded her hips like a stripper. She stroked his cock with her pussy like a pornstar. Finally, Bryan could no longer hold it in.
He bellowed out like a lion, "Oh fuck...I'm cumming. FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK."
Winnie wanted every drop as she barked, "Give me that fucking cum. Yea, fucking cum."
As he exploded deep inside her, she continued to bounce up and down on his cock. Her pussy stroked his cock until he was drained of every drop. When he was done, she stood up and let his cock fall out of her pussy. She squeezed her pussy muscles and watched as cum oozed out of her pussy and down his cock until it coated his entire private area in a white glaze.
Bryan collapsed on the sofa in search of air as he attempted to recover from his second orgasm of the hour. Winnie bounded off his cock and on to her knees as she greedily licked the cum off his shaft and balls until his cock was clean. She slurped and squeezed every single drop out of his cock as Bryan's body shook and convulsed uncontrollably. Winnie finally kicked off her heels and then cuddled up next to Bryan as the two recovered from their intense fuck fest.
"You did say three times..." Winnie grinned.
Bryan laughed back, "How about some room service before round three?"
He leaned in and they locked their lips. Neither caring that they were tasting their own cum.
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5.
From late at night into the early morning, the two lay in the king-sized bed surrounded by a table of empty room service plates. On the floor was an empty bottle of wine. And some cum soaked bedsheets.
"What would you say about settling down and giving this a real try?" Bryan asked
"I thought you weren't one to settle down." Winnie joked
Bryan was dead serious, "I know I said that before. But the things I've seen. I'm sure you've seen the horrors of this world too. It makes you understand what's important. And you've always been the one for me. And I don't want to know life without you. So, what do you say?"
Winnie was no longer joking, "You're serious?"
Bryan didn't have to answer. The look in his eye said it all. Winnie was caught off guard. Her natural instinct of diversion kicked in, "But I'm going to Aruba in a few hours. I'll be gone for a week."
"I waited fifteen years. I can wait a week...It'll give me enough time to wrap up a few things with this story."
"Wow. I mean...I don't know...I've always thought about it...what about our careers?" Winnie asked.
"You can keep yours. I'll follow you. My dream, my life from now on, is just you."
Winnie slowly nodded her head as the two kissed deeply. No tongue. No sex. Just love.
Tears rolled down Winnie's eyes as she couldn't believe the turn of events of the past twenty-four hours.
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6.
That afternoon, Bryan walked Winnie out of the hotel and called for a car to take her home. She had a flight to catch. They had stayed in bed until the very last moment, making love the entire time. Which explains why Bryan wore only a bathrobe with his phone hanging out of the tiny pocket. As the cab pulled up, the happy couple shared a long embrace on the sidewalk.
"One week" they agreed.
A bellhop held the car door open, and Winnie went inside. Winnie and Bryan locked their eyes through the window as the car pulled away down the street. Bryan remained there on the sidewalk until she was out of sight. He wore a wide-eyed smile the entire time. His dreams are finally coming true.
He walked back into the hotel not looking where he was going. His eyes were still aimed in the direction of Winnie. He bumped into the bellhop pushing a cart of luggage causing his phone to fall out of the bathrobe and into the luggage cart. It landed perfectly without a sound and Bryan never knew he had lost his phone. He was lost in his own world of love. The usually alert journalist didn't notice an odd-looking couple of men waiting by the elevator bank.
One tall man. One small man. Both are wearing shades. The tall man was thin and bald. The short man was heavy with long hair.
It was a short car ride, followed by a quick stop home to clean up and pack before Winnie headed to the airport. On the way there, Winnie stared out the window at the slow crawling traffic and her mind drifted to Bryan. It had only been a couple of hours, but she already missed him.
At the gate, Winnie waited in the lounge for the boarding call. As she sipped on some coffee, she kept thinking about the events of last night. Not just the amazing, pulse pounding sex. But the agreement that this was the time. That leap of faith moment. Now or never for Bryan and Winnie. She picked up her phone and called him hoping to hear his voice before taking off. But it went straight to voicemail.
She kept it casual and short, "Hey, it's me. I'm boarding soon. Just wanted to hear your voice..." her voice trailed off as the loudspeaker overrode her, "...actually looks like my flight is delayed. So, call me back. Miss you. Love you."
She saw the display on the gate change to delayed fifteen minutes. Then thirty. Then just delayed with no timing. As she sat there waiting, she became flush with emotion. Too many days at the airport by herself. Too many delayed flights.
She called her editor, "Hey Ed, I quit."
She didn't bother to wait for Ed's response as she hung up the phone while he was talking back to her. She ignored his repeated calls back as she picked up her luggage and purse and left. It took her another thirty minutes to catch a car out of the airport, but she soon found herself back at Bryan's hotel by early-evening.
On the way, she had called Bryan a few times, but all her calls went to voicemail. She figured she'd surprise him when she got to the hotel.
When the car got within a few blocks of the hotel, traffic was at a standstill. She jumped out and walked the rest of the way, tipping to the driver to meet her at the hotel with her bags. When she turned the corner to the hotel entrance, she saw why traffic was backed up. Red lights blared. Ambulance. Police cars. The whole street was shut down. As she neared the hotel, she managed to squirm her way close to one of the concierge staff members loitering outside.
"What happened?" Winnie asked the hotel employee.
"Some guest died. OD, I think." The hotel employee shrugged more concerned with his cigarette break than the dead body in his hotel.
Winnie thought nothing of it. Probably another tragic story of a party gone wrong. She tried to call Bryan's phone again, but it just rang. A little too loud. That was when she realized she was hearing Bryan's phone ring. She thought he might be outside watching the commotion too. Her eyes scanned the area. When the call went to voicemail, she called again.
She moved through the crowd. A little closer to the barricades set up and heard the phone again. It was coming from one of the luggage carts pushed aside near the barricade. She grabbed it and touched the display. It rang to life with a picture of Bryan and Winnie along with a popup that showed how many missed calls he had from her. She looked at the photo. It was a new photo they just took that morning. He must have just changed it to be his screensaver.
"That's odd. Bryan never leaves his phone." Winnie panicked.
There was a police officer standing by the barricade. She walked up to him, "What's going on?"
"It's a police matter ma'am. Please just step aside."
Annoyed, Winnie flashed her credential, "I'm a journalist."
The officer looked it over and responded very tersely, "Dead body. One of yours'."
Then the front doors were pushed open. A black bag covered body was pushed out on a gurney and into a waiting ambulance.
The rest was a blur. Winnie barged through the barricade but was immediately restrained by a police officer. She tried to explain she wanted to see the body. Another cop held her back, which was a big mistake. Winnie snapped his arm back, almost breaking it at the elbow. Her years of jiu-jitsu kicking in.
The officer screamed in agony and grabbed his arm. Two other officers raced in and roughly tackled Winnie to the ground. Her hands were placed behind her back and cuffed. As they escorted her to the police cruiser, she burst into tears at the sight of the gurney being placed in the ambulance and driving off.
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7.
Seventeen years on the job would make any cop disenchanted. But when you come into the job with every bias and prejudice in the book, seventeen years only make it worse. And that was the case with Detective Edward Li.
He was a hardened man who had seen it all in his years on the force. He wasn't much for the politics of the job. But his police brothers loved him, because they knew he stood up for them if they were decent police officers. He wasn't one for the rule book and he would break the law if it meant seeing justice served. Which got him in trouble one too many times and put him on the wrong people's shit list.
But he didn't give a fuck. He was just counting down the days. Three years. About Eleven Hundred Days. Then if his wife would let him, he'd take his pension and go work a boring security job. Knowing his wife, that meant he'd be putting another ten years on the force so he wouldn't be home. Ah, married life.
The phone rang on his cluttered desk. A transfer from the main dispatch line.
"This is Li. What the fuck you want?"
A voice on the other end shouted on the phone and Edward was only half listening.
"If it's IAD again, you can tell them to kiss my ass."
The voice shouted even louder.
"Wait, who did you say it was?"
Whatever name he heard sent him to his feet in milliseconds as he grabbed his shit and sped out with a purpose.
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8.
Winnie found herself at the local police station waiting to be detained. Her mind was in a haze. She was in disbelief.
Bryan was dead.
It was less than twelve hours ago that she saw him. Her "happily ever after" dissolving into black in the snap of a finger.
The doors to the police station flung open as Detective Li barged in. He flashed his badge at the young female officer manning the front desk and then pointed at Winnie in the holding cell.
"I want her out of there right now."
Through the blur, Winnie saw her friend Edward Li. They grew up together and they helped each other out on more than one occasion. In those thirty plus years, he became a close confidant to Winnie. He was also a friend of Bryan's.
Detective Li grew impatient. He moved past the officer despite her warnings.
Then the arresting officer stood up and stopped Detective Li in his tracks. "Hold on right there hoss..."
"Get the fuck out of my way and get her out of that holding cell..."
"No can do. She assaulted an officer."
"Do you know who the fuck that is? She'll have this whole place shut down and your ass will be up to your eyeballs in lawyers."
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9.
Winnie was out in no time. She stood with Detective Li in the long police hallway as she waited to collect her belongings.
"You OK?" Detective Li asked
Tears started to form again in Winnie's eyes. She was not OK.
"I don't believe it." Winnie replied.
"Me neither, but I haven't seen Bryan in a while. I don't know what he's been up to lately. Maybe it was too much."
"No fuck that. I saw him last night. He was fine. He was the same. This is bullshit. He was fucking killed."
Before Detective Li could respond, the arresting officer strolled down the hallway. "You're lucky lady. If you weren't a hot piece of ass, you'd be locked up."
"And you're just pissed that this hot piece of ass almost broke your arm off. You were crying like a little bitch."
"Bitch? You fucking slut. Try it again."
Detective Li stood between them as a barrier. But also, to protect the arresting officer from embarrassing himself and getting his ass kicked by a woman.
Winnie smirked, "If I did, you'd have to learn to jerk off with your left hand..."
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HEELS:
It was the day of the funeral and Winnie was still in denial. She was steadfast that Bryan was not a drug addict. No way he overdosed. He was murdered.
But why?
Clouds filled the air on the gloomy day. The services went by in a blur. Many friends, colleagues, and acquaintances came to pay their respects. Several of whom Winnie knew. She and Bryan did run in the same circles.
Bryan didn't have much family, survived by only his younger sister, Laura. He was never married. No kids. Their adoptive parents had passed away several years ago, so Laura was the only family Bryan had left.
Winnie had never met the parents, but did meet his sister briefly once. She wasn't sure if Laura remembered her though. Her eyes panned the scene to find Laura busy speaking to the guests one by one. Laura would nod, shake hands, and hug the guests as they offered her condolences.
Winnie eyed Laura up and down.
Laura was cute standing there in sexy, yet arguably inappropriate, funeral attire. She wore a black, long-sleeved dress with black pantyhose, and black 4-inch heels with the red bottoms. The heels looked sharp like a knife that Winnie thought they could kill someone. Then again, who was Winnie to say Laura's attire was inappropriate. She dressed very similarly. The only visible difference was her all-black dress was short-sleeved.
As Winnie pondered a good time to introduce herself to Laura, Detective Li stopped by. Grumpy as ever. But he wanted to show his support. They stood side by side in silence for a moment. They just stared out at the scene.
"Any update on the case?" Winnie cut through the silence.
"What case? It's a straightforward overdose. Done. No indication of foul play." Detective Li snorted back.
Winnie turned to look at him, "Is that what you think?"
Detective Li shrugged his shoulders, "I think you're too close to this. It's too personal. Sometimes the truth is harder to accept."
"Fuck that. I'll prove it. I won't stop until I do. And when I do, you'll be the first I call."
"If I know you...I'll be hearing from you shortly."
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1.
Towards the end of the burial, Winnie sought out Laura. Laura was occupied, saying goodbye to several guests. During a break when Laura was by herself, Winnie went over towards her.
"Nice heels. Those look deadly."
Laura looks down at Winnie's heels.
"Well, they are the same heels you're wearing. Stockings?"
Winnie stretches out a stocking covered leg, "Good eye. Most people can't tell the difference between pantyhose and stockings." She then looks over Laura's long legs and asks, "Pantyhose?"
Laura smiles and nods, "I guess we have a few things in common."
Winnie holds out her hand to introduce herself, "I'm..."
"...Winnie Stockings." Laura cuts her off.
"I wasn't sure if you remembered me. We met a long time ago at..."
Laura replies, "Of course I know who you are. Not only are you A-list. But my brother never stopped talking about you."
Winnie chokes up, "He always talked about you too. He loved you very much. I actually think we met once back when Bryan and I were at University."
"We did. Bryan kept a picture of it. Said it was his favorite."
This brings a smile to Winnie's face.
Laura shouted off, "I can't believe this bullshit. They keep telling me he died of an overdose. I know my brother. He would never touch that stuff."
For the first time all day, she loses her composure. Tears began to flow down her cheek.
Winnie tried to console her, "I believe you. I just can't prove it. But you have my word. I won't stop until I do."
They stared out at the sunset for a while and shared a moment of love. Two strangers bound together by a common bond.
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2.
Off in the distance, two men with shades huddled under a low hanging tree.
One tall man. One short man.
The tall man was thin and bald.
The short man was heavy with long hair.
They didn't speak.
They just simply paid very close attention to the two women dressed in black.
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