Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana Lila was dressed by the time she received the text form the killer. More like letter than text, with paragraphs detailing what he wanted to do to her, and what he had hoped to instill in her. And his demand, that she fuck her husband for his viewing pleasure. Damn, this son of a bitch was cocky as hell. And why shouldnt he be? He had done this with three women before her, rather successfully. Still, she would play his game for the time being. Already he was giving her so much information about himself, information she could use to narrow down his identity. The first thing to consider was how this man knew Tom was investigating him, and how he gained access to Toms phone, for nearly an hour while he manipulated her into sending him nudes. He even said he was an acquaintance of Toms. Her first thought went to Toms partner, Jarrod Leery. He was likely the only person Tom told about the case, other than her. And as Toms partner, he would have easy access to Toms phone. She went over the profile, comparing her notes to Jarrod. He was younger than she projected, but not by much. He seemed smart enough, form the times she had interacted with him, but he looked up to Tom as a mentor, which seemed at odds with the man she portrayed in her profile. And lastly, she knew he wasnt single, having gone with Tom to his engagement party just the month before. It didnt seem likely that the junior detective and fianc would be able to find the time to harass and stalk three women. And his fiance, Sarah? A petite blonde, fresh out of college. Nothing like the women the killer targeted. None of this completely exonerated him, but it made his involvement unlikely. It didnt change the fact that this man was a man capable of moving through the police department unnoticed. A police officer was possible, even likely. Someone who noticed that Tom was looking into the latest victim, and happened to see her with him. But it wasnt the sole option. Independent consultants, such as herself, were at home at the station. Prosecutors and defense attorneys as well. Even media personnel. While she might have narrowed down the possibilities slightly, the number of potential suspects was too huge to consider. She considered telling Tom about everything. They should tackle this as a team. But, if she told him he wasnt going to play along with the killer tonight. Then her nude body would be plastered over internet, to the shame of both of them. But if she told him after the fact, he would be just as furious, furious about being lied to and used for a psychopaths sick game. Could Tom understand the terrible dilemma before her? No, she was going to have to leave Tom out of the loop for now. There just wasnt a good way to tell him, at least none she could think of. Of course, the longer she took, the harder it would be to say something, but she needed more time to think of a plan. For now, she prepared herself for tonight. She wasnt sure she would actually go through with it, fucking her husband for another mans pleasure. It made her feel dirty. Yet, wasnt she just fantasizing about him earlier, when she masturbated twice to the thought of fucking him. It was different when she thought Tom wanted her, and not some deranged psycho. With intimate photos of her as blackmail, she would follow his instructions, until the demands became worse than the fear of the world seeing her masturbate. She pulled a fine pink box form beneath her bed. The words Agent Provocateur were emblazoned in fine script upon the top. Within were a silk kimono robe , a black and peach colored corset and lacy black panties. They were supposed to be a surprise for Tom to discover on their anniversary, a month from now, but she would wear them tonight, for the gratification of a monster. She thought she would be sick, but she pushed it down. He would fuck up, eventually. He was overconfident in his abilities, and it would be his downfall. What was a bit of humiliation in the mean time? So she cooked a romantic meal of steak and roasted summer vegetables, pairing it with a fine red Bordeaux. Once that was complete, she dressed in her lingerie, and dolled herself up as she awaited her husbands arrival from work.