Detective Inspector Grant Hamlin looks over at Catya Rivers. She is a very attractive woman in her early thirties, with beautiful soft skin, long dark hair, and sharp, defined facial features. Hamlin has been imagining her naked since he met her a few weeks back.
She is about ten years younger than her husband, Jimmy Rivers, who is lying in a box slowly being lowered into the ground.
It is a bleak day, very fitting for a funeral. Hamlin often goes to the funerals of the deaths he is investigating. It is interesting to see who turns up and their body language.
Tears slowly roll down Catya’s face as she tosses some dirt into the hole. It clatters down on her husband’s wooden box.
Hamlin and DS Albert Smithers go to the wake at the Rivers’ home in Sandbanks. It’s a beautiful large white house on the picturesque Dorset coast. It boasts a swimming pool, a manicured garden and a jetty where the Rivers’ boat is moored.
Hamlin uses the excuse of needing the toilet to go upstairs and snoop around. Jimmy Rivers’ business was as dodgy as fuck, and he has crossed swords with the police many times. But he had always had the last laugh, nothing has even been proven.
“Can I help you, detective?”
He turns to see Catya, standing there. She looks sexy even in black, there is just something about her. Hamlin is almost forty, well built with greying brown hair. She finds him attractive in a rugged way that Jimmy never was.
“Just looking for the restroom,” Hamlin says.
“There is one downstairs,” she quips moving closer to him.
There’s a pause. Then Catya jumps forward pulling Hamlin close. They kiss lightly at first then with more passion. Hamlin doesn’t even attempt to resist her as her tongue runs around in his mouth. They embrace and pause briefly to catch their breath.
Hamlin spins her round hitches up her black dress, she kicks off her heels. He rips her tights from her thighs and pulls her panties down her legs. Her bare bum rubs against his groin as he undoes his trousers. His hard cock grazes her skin before he slowly pushes into her pussy.
He runs his hands up and down her body as he squashes her against the wall driving deeper into her wet hole. It is fast and vigorous, Catalya moans and cries as Hamlin’s knob excites her clit and makes her cum.
Hamlin goes quicker, he feels lightheaded as he ejaculates in her. He pulls out, his cum covered cock covered in cum. Catya turns round and kisses him as she pulls up her knickers.
“I’ll see you downstairs,” she says, pulling off what is left of her tights and grabbing her heels.
Hamlin walks back downstairs to join the other guests.
‘Well, Jimmy, I bet you’re not laughing now watching me fuck your wife’s cunt’ Hamlin smiles to himself and heads to the buffet to find Smithers.
Of course, he could have also just fucked a murderer. Catya is still very much a murder suspect; she has a motive. However, as with her husband, there was no evidence. There are still so many loose ends like Kendall Lexington. ‘Where the fuck is she?’
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Three weeks earlier.
“Fuck me, fuck me. Oh fuck me harder! Fuck my little pussy, faster, harder. Fuuucccckkkkk!!!”
Naked on all fours, Kendall cried out as Jimmy slammed his cock in her from behind. He held her arse as she came and exploded inside her a few seconds later. His cock fell out of dripping pussy, and a dollop of spunk fell off his dick and soaked the bed sheets.
Jimmy rolled over on the bed and Kendall fell flat exasperated and breathless. Jimmy put his arm around her, and they cuddled and kissed. Kendall could feel the cum soaked cotton matted to her leg. She got up and walked naked across the floor to the ensuite.
Kendall came back slightly less wet and sticky. She picked up her discarded clothes from the floor, slid her knickers on and clipped her bra.
“You are leaving? Jimmy said, suddenly noticing.
“Hun, I have an early start tomorrow and I think you probably need to get home.”
“Catya is out tonight, I have loads of time,” Jimmy quipped.
Kendall pulled her dress up and zipped it up before she squeezed her feet back in her blue heels and left the sweaty hotel room. She walked through reception and went outside. She lived not far away and decided to walk home.
Her heels tapped against the concrete path. The night was cool, her body was reeling in sex satisfaction and a feeling of happiness. Those thoughts were soon shattered as she sensed someone walking behind her. A little nervous she picked up the pace, her heels tapping quicker. As Kendall got to the coast path the shadow was closer. She turned and was confronted by arms that grabbed her and hurled her into the sea. She screamed and cried out as her body plunged into the waves crashing against the sea wall.
Her screams instantly disappeared. You would have thought there would be more desperate cries. But her body seemed to immediately get swallowed up. She probably hit her head on a rock or something. All that remained was her blue heel on the path. Hearing some noise from a nearby building and a light come on the attacker then made a quick escape.
Housekeeping was expecting Jimmy Rivers to have checked out that morning. Instead, they entered his room to find him lying naked, dead in a pool of blood.
DI Grant Hamlin arrived on the scene and got the low down from pathologist Vera Swine.
“Well, what do we know?”
“He probably died happy, looking at the amount of semen on the sheets,” Vera scoffed.
“Anything else?” Grant asked.
“Well, he was shot close ranch, about seven to ten hours ago. I’ll know more once I get the body back,” Vera smiled.
“He’s a cute one isn’t he?” Vera said eerily.
There was no question Vera was at best a little odd. Hamlin had put it down to spending so much time with the dead. She was in her fifties, with long grey hair, silvery blue eyes and a very peculiar smile, which seemed to give some excitement at nice gory murder.
“Boss, a woman up the on the coast path says she heard some commotion and female screams in the early hours. She looked out her window and saw someone run away. No description, too dark.” DS Albert Smithers said rushing into the room.
“Another body?” Vera enquired.
“No, we can’t find anything other than a shoe.”
Hamlin got a description of a lady who had briefly been seen with Jimmy earlier that evening and was later seen leaving the hotel about the time of the shooting. She was bare-legged, wearing blue high heels, the porter particularly remembered her shoes, thinking how cute her feet looked.
Jimmy Rivers lived not far away in Sandbanks; he was obliviously having an affair otherwise why have a hotel room so close to home?
Hamlin drove up the road to meet the widow, Mrs Catya Rivers. A Latvian woman Jimmy had met when he was over there on a business trip. Jimmy and Catya Rivers had only been married for two years and only had lived in the salubrious Dorset community of Sandbanks for a few months.
“She’s a slut,” Catya Rivers quipped to DI Hamlin as he filled her in on the details.
“Who, Mrs Rivers?” Hamlin asked, immediately taken with the East European.
“The woman with the blue heels, Kendall Lexington, she’ the estate agent that sold us this place,” Catya answered.
“Jimmy had been fucking her for months, the arsehole thought I didn’t know,” Catya continued, angry and upset.
Catya sat in tight blue jeans and a grey jumper. She had nothing on her feet and Hamlin couldn’t help but notice her sexy red pedicure.
“Where were you last night, Mrs Rivers?”
“I was out with a gentleman friend in Bournemouth. I got home at out midnight.”
“A gentlemen lover?” Hamlin asked inquisitively.
“Yes, We fucked back at his place after an Italian,” Catya said openly.
“Had you been having an affair long?”
“I’ve known Carlos about a month, we have done stuff a few times,”
“Stuff?” Hamlin asked.
“Use your imagination, Inspector.”
“Oh, I will,” Hamlin said smiling.
Hamlin left and tracked down Carlos, who confirmed her story. He was clearly besotted by Catya. Maybe enough to kill her cheating husband and his slut mistress. The timing also gives Catya enough time to kill Jimmy and potentially Kendall.
Smithers went to see Dr Swine, hoping the eery forensic pathologist can share more.
“You spend a lot of time coming to see me don’t you Albert?” Vera quipped.
“Hamlin wants to know if you have anything more on these bodies?”
“Bodies, we have one dead one and one live one down here,” Vera said running her hands over her scrubs.
Smithers gulped as Vera walked closer to him. She lifted her top; she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her white breasts were firm and round. She took Albert’s hand and put it on her. He cupped her breast and rubbed her nipple. She moaned strangely as Albert squeezed them. Albert has a large gold sovereign ring on his other hand which comes up to join the party. He squashed her tits like they were rounded oranges. His ring felt cold on Vera’s skin as he moved his hand along her chest.
Vera undid his trousers and pulled out his penis, she played with his foreskin slipping it away from his helmet. She then wanked him off until he started to spunk. He moaned as his creamy love gift fell from his member and hit Vera’s feet. Her bare feet were in white crocs with holes running across the top. Smither’s slimly white cock dribble trickled through the holes and inside her shoes. Vera felt the sticky mess fall between her toes.
“Well, you had better get back to work, Sergent. I will call you when I know more,” Vera whispered putting her tits away.
Hamlin decided to call the divers in and search the bay for Kendall’s body. Maybe they would get lucky. But three weeks later they are no further forward when Jimmy’s body gets laid to rest.
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The day after Jimmy River’s funeral, Hamlin gets a breakthrough the hotel finds a locket in the room where Jimmy had been killed, it was tangled up in the shag of a thick yellow rug. It has Jimmy and Catya’s fingerprints on it. Although he didn’t want to, Hamlin had to bring Catya in.
Hamlin returns to her white house and is told by her cleaner, that Catya is down on the beach. Hamlin looks out of place as he walks across the sand in his suit. He finds Catya lying on a lounger in a white bikini with big black sunglasses on.
“Hamlin, you are blocking my sun,” she quips, as he leans over her tanned body.
“I have some new evidence, Catya. Would you be able to come to the station?”
“Now?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Can I at least get dressed first?”
“Yes, of course.”
“We need to go back to the house then.”
“Why?”
“I drove down here just like this,” Catya says smiling.
Hamlin escorts Catya across the sand, she washes the grains off her feet and slips them into some flip-flops. They walk to Hamlin’s car and get in. Hamlin has a massive erection in his pants as he looks over at her exposed flesh as he drives the few miles back to the big white house.
“I won’t be long, inspector,” she states, as they all go to the house.
“I should come with you,” Hamlin says following her upstairs.
“Do you want to watch?” Catya says, teasing him.
Hamlin doesn’t answer as he follows her up to her bedroom, he stands outside. Catya hasn’t closed the door properly allowing it to swing open. He watches her topless body wriggle the white bikini bottoms down her legs.
“Why don’t you come in,” she says, standing naked.
Her pussy is inviting, and a perfect amount of pubic hair graces her little slit, she runs her fingers through her legs as Hamlin walks over. They kiss as Hamlin pulls her nude body into him. His kisses move down her neck as she throws her head back. His tongue explores her breasts and as he falls to his knees, she feels his mouth on her snatch. Taken back by his assaults between her legs she falls back on the bed.
Hamlin frantically pulls off his jacket and shirt. She undoes his trousers as he climbs on top of her tapping his rock-hard cock against her body. His wet tip is soon running around her pussy opening before it slides inside. heir bodies shutter as they both get more and more intensely aroused.
Catya cums more than once. They change positions and she gets on top riding Hamlin like a wild horse until he can’t help but experience the ecstasy allowing himself the sweet relief deep in her pussy.
Something has been bothering Vera. A mark across Jimmy’s Rivers face where he had been hit before being shot with a silencer. Hamlin had presumed a silencer as no one heard the shot. The indent could have been made by a big ring. She remembers the garish sovereign ring, Smithers wears. Maybe something like that. She needs to call Hamlin. His mobile goes straight to voicemail. She will go and find him at home.
“Vera?”
She turns to see Smithers standing by her car.
“Ah, Albert. I have to go my darling. No more fun tonight,” she says quickly and rushes off.
“Get in,” he demands, pulling out a gun.
“Now drive to the Rivers’ house. I tracked Hamlin, he is there, probably fucking the widow.”
Vera pulls her VW Beetle out of the car park, and they head to the house.
“The ring gave me away, didn’t it?”
“Well, Albert, I remember thinking when you were fondling my tits how dirty your ring is and I even thought I saw a speck of blood,” Vera said quietly.
“I had to deal with a problem I had. That Kendall bitch was blackmailing me. I had helped Jimmy Rivers launder some money. She had sold him the house then started spending time with him and worked out a bit too much.”
“Well, your secret is safe with me Albert. After all we mean to each other I could help you. Hamlin doesn’t know. Why tell him?”
“Vera, you are so sweet, and I hope I haven’t upset you by holding you at gunpoint. But Hamlin and Catya Rivers need to be dealt with.”
“I know something else that needs to be dealt with,” Vera says, laughing and snorting at the same time.
She slowly undoes the zip on Smither’s jeans,
“What are you doing?”
“I think you know.”
She pulls out his cock and starts rubbing it with her left hand while her right guides the car approaches the Rivers’ house.
Smithers lets Vera to wank him off, he cums just as the car stops outside the house. Smithers is lightheaded, which allows Vera to grab his gun. But he springs to life, slapping Vera unconscious. She slumps down in the driver’s seat.
Hamlin wakes as he hears the car, he pulls himself up from the cum infused bed and finds his trousers and shirt. He looks out the window and sees Vera’s beetle.
“Who the fuck is that?” Catya says, waking up.
“Our pathologist,” Hamlin says.
She gets up puts on some knickers and grabs a T-shirt.
Hamlin opens the door to find Smithers with a gun pointing directly at him.
“Sorry, boss.”
Catya comes up behind them in a silk gown.
“Now, where are the keys to your boat, Mrs Rivers?”
“What the fuck are you doing Smithers?”
“I used to date Kendall Lexington, she knew I was turning a blind eye to having someone laundering money. She pieced it all together when she sold this house and started fucking Rivers. I had to kill her.”
Hamlin and Catya walk in front down to the jetty. As they walk past the beetle, Smithers fires a shot, the windscreen cracks and as the bullet penetrates Vera’s limp body.
“Smithers, was that fucking necessary?” Hamlin shouts out.
“Don’t worry, boss you will soon join the good doctor.”
Smithers keeps the gun trained on them. He handcuffs Hamlin and Catya to the speed boat and gags them both. He puts the gun and handcuff keys on the side. He pulls the radio out and tosses it into the water. Then drives out into the night.
“I am sorry it had to end this way,” he says speeding out into the Atlantic.
The house and jetty are dots on the horizon when the boat slows down and splutters, coming to a stop.
“What’s wrong with it?” Smithers says pulling the gag off Catya.
“We are out of fuel, you fucking moron,” she quips.
He slaps her across the face, she kicks him in the balls. Hamlin jumps up and kicks the gun out of his hand. Having tensed his wrist when Smithers put the handcuffs on, he managed to slide his hand out as they cruised out to sea.
They both grab for the gun and it goes off, Smithers screams as he falls back crashing into the ocean he is dead when he hits the water and slowly he sinks. The gun also flies up in the air and plops in the depths of the Atlantic.
Hamlin pulls his gag off and goes over to take the handcuffs off Catya.
“Fuck, thank you,” she cries, as they embrace. He struck the sore red cheek when Smithers had hit her.
“So we are stranded with no fuel or radio,” Hamlin says listening to the waves crash, looking into the pitch-black sky.
“Someone will find us, probably in the morning. We are not so far from home,” Catya replies.
“Great.”
“Well, I can think of something we can do to pass the time,” Catya says undoing her gown.
Hamlin smiles and looks at her perky breasts.
A blood-soaked Vera Swine comes round enough to call for help. She is rushed to hospital and gets treatment for a bullet wound to the shoulder.
Grant Hamlin and Catya Rivers are found floating the following morning and rescued back to shore.
Albert Smither’s body is recovered from the sea, although it seems his gun is lost forever. It is assumed that he killed Jimmy Rivers. Hamlin pondered everything that happened that night, Albert admitted attacking Kendall but never Jimmy. Had Catya done it? If she had there is no way of knowing now.
About a thousand miles south on the island of Palma, a blonde sips cocktails in a hotel bar trying to decide which villa to buy.
Kendall Lexington is a good swimmer and a keen scuba diver. When she hit the water that fateful night, she held her breath long enough for Albert Smithers to assume she was dead.
She and Jimmy planned to disappear with dirty money under false names. She already had a fake passport ready to go as Kendall Banks. So easy for her to disappear.
But Kendall’s purchase of the villa will be challenging. Jimmy and Smither’s deaths have started the police investigating every aspect of their business dealings. They recovered a lot of Jimmy’s ill-gotten gain, apart from a percentage that had slipped through and found itself in a Swiss bank account in the name of Catya Hamlin.
