The Streets Have No Name

Chapter 1

Eleanor woke with a terrible head-ache. It had been that kind of a night. Loads of booze, loads of smoke, loads of music. The kind of night that a teenager loves! The kind of night that Eleanor had not been used to since 15 years. At 35, she was well past the days of nightclubs. Her idea of a good time was sitting on her porch, listening to jazz and sipping some red wine. Certainly not the blowjobs they were serving at the god damned place. "What the hell was in that drink?", Eleanor asked herself for the fiftieth time in as many seconds. Then she got up and looked for the reason she was awake. Ah there it was, the tiny slimeball of a beeper. She looked at the number and sweared. Another week-end gone to hell!

"Los Angeles Police Department, Sergent Nash speaking. How may I help you?", her call back was answered on the second ring.

"This is Detective Eleanor Stumper. I just got beeped out of my fucking sleep", the voice on the other end irritated her. The time the bugger got the phrase out, an entire war could be over back in Chicago, where she was originally from.

"... please hold for Deputy Chief Kinderman.", in her rantings she had missed what Nash had been saying. Well it could hardly be important. For the first time since she had opened her eyes she looked at the clock. It was three oh five on a god damned Sunday morning. Her head ache was getting worse. Switching to the cordless she walked down to the medicine cabinet and got out couple of Asprins. Then she poured some water into a glass. Just as she began to pop the tablets in her mouth, the earpiece roared.

"Detective, we need you in office immedietely." It was that motherfucker Deputy Chief Kinderman. She had some really bad experiences with the guy. One of the few in the entire department that she really hated. Unfortunately, he was her boss too. Infact he was the boss of the entire RHD(Robbery Homicide Division) and IAD (Internal Affairs Division). He was also not a man to be fucked with.

"Certainly sir. Could you give me a little idea what..." she started only to be cut mid-way.

"Detective, time is of importance. Get your fucking ass over hear and ask the questions later." She heard the beep of a phone hung up. Well not really hung up, rather disconnected. She thanked Kinderman for not smashing the phone into the cradle. That would have really hurt her head. She popped the pills and took a gulp of water. It seemed to get stuck in her throat. She cursed alcohol fifty oneth time and moved dreamilly towards the wardrobe. Before opening the closet she looked into the mirror. She looked like a horror story. Hair and lipstick splatered all over her face, Her make-up had dripped down and set itself in all the wrong places. "I should have removed the make-up before going to bed", she told herself. Then she remembered that she hadn't gone to bed, she had fallen in it. But Kinderman wouldn't wait for her to shower and make-up. And he didn't care either. Well neither did she. She decided she won't change either. Anyways her t-shirt and jeans outfit didn't look bad. She started to admire her long and firm legs but looking in the mirror hurt her head. She moved to the bathroom and got the tap running.

Fifteen minutes later she was in her Buick racing down to Kinderman's office. It was a half hour drive from her North Hollywood residence. I should change my fucking place, she told herself. Certainly there is no more reason of staying there any more. Not after Rob left her exactly, she looked at her watch, yes, exactly 40 hours ago. Her mind went back to the fight, but it only caused her head to hurt more. She decided that she better concentrate on the road or life would leave her too. Then she cursed alcohol for the fifty second time. Reaching inside her bag she took out a packet of Benson and Hedges. Smoking Kills. Motherfuckers, can't they make it smaller? She pulled out a cigarette nonetheless and lighted it. She took a long drag. That woke her up a bit. Not enough though. Luckily it was a clear night. Full of beautiful stars. The Orion was shining like the great warrior, but Eleanor didn't notice it. She stuck her eyes to the road.

Nicotine awoke her senses to some extent and her mind wandered to Rob. The bastard. He had been fucking his secretary on the side. No, that was not true. He was actually fucking his secretary full time. Eleanor was what he had going on the side. Luckily she had walked onto him. The son of the bitch was digging that brunette right in her bed. She thanked god that she had returned a day early from Vegas. The case had been completed earlier than imagined. Her thoughts drifted from Roger to the serial killer she and her partner had been hunting together. Unluckily Edgar, her partner, had been shot in action right outside Cesar Palace. Boy what a night that was! That one would surely make front page news when it finally got to the media. Though the department had been doing more than a fair share of work to keep the lids tight on this one.

Her car stopped before her thoughts. She was there at the Parker Center. She walked in, identified herself to the duty clerk and took the elevator to the top floor. The bugger Kinderman had quite a view. Not that she was jealous. Personally, she loved nothing better than being on the streets. Only, the streets had ended her 10 year old marriage.

"You look like hell Ellie", it was her former partner Kiz. They had formed a great team together... the only all female homicide team in the LAPD, until Kiz had decided she wanted to be Lieutenant Kizman Billets. Well, to each one his own. She still loved her though. Probably her only true friend in the entire world.

"I feel even worse babe!" she replied. "What the fuck is all this about? And how come you are in office a 4 am on a Sunday morning? I thought Lieutenants had better perks!"

"Yeah, well, I ain't the only one. The entire brass is here, Captain Joshua Brady, the deputy chief... and the chief himself. I am so low in rank that all I have been doing is getting coffee for everyone. Management my ass. Anyways, you better hurry. They are all waiting for you"

A forboding caused her stomach to churn. Could this be about the serial killer they had just gotten? What did the media call the bastard who had shot Edgar in the gut... The Gemini Killer. Appropriate name. His trademark had been that he only killed brothers and sisters together. The sick fuck would then draw the sign of Gemini on the girls breasts and put her brothers cock into her dead mouth. Thinking about the case made Eleanor flinch. No, it can't be about that. They had done everything by the book and the case was a slam dunk with enough witnessnes and proof. They had caught him in the act... though too late to save the seventh pair of his victim. What the hell was this about? She knocked on the door and entered without waiting for the reply.

"Finally Detective. You took your sweet little time." Eleanor heard Kinderman's booming voice. Kiz hadn't been kidding. The room was actually full of brass.... dressed nearly in their night gowns! It looked like she wasn't the only one who had been torn out of their slumber. She recognized Captain Joshua Brady, her boss at the RHD, the Chief of Police Haywood, Kinderman and Lieutnant Jessica Edwards. There were four more people in the room that she didn't know. Two of them, a woman and a guy, she tagged them as Feds... another woman looked foriegn... European maybe. She was quite a piece of work, long plaited blonde hair, fair skin without a single blemish, a thin long neck... she could have been a fashion model. Eleanor felt her eyes move down her neck to her breasts, but she stopped herself just in time. The fourth stranger she couldn't place. She waited for introductions. None were forthcoming.

"People, this is Detective Stumper." she heard Kinderman say. Her head ache was back with a vengence. She wished she was back at her place. She looked around for a cup of coffee. There was a pot on the sidedesk, but no cups. Her eye caught Kinderman motioning her towards an empty seat. Reluctantly she sat down.

"Recognize this?" Kinderman handed her a poloroid. It was a woman, stark naked, must have been 24-25. Dead as they came, but even in death her beauty was apparent. She remembered the photo quite well. It was a blemish on her otherwise fuitful career. Her mind wandered back to the case. 3 years ago, she had been called out to a Beverly Hills mansion. A homicide. The victim had been wife of a celebrated producer. Kiz and she had reached the crime scene together. The producer, she couldn't remember his name, had come home one night to find his young wife lying on the floor, stark naked, her legs apart, her pubic hair recently shaved, her hair permed up and completely dead. There had been no marks on the body other than a small cut on her vagina. But the cut hadn't bled... it was post mortem. Someone had shaved her pubic hair after she was dead. The cause of death was not evident either. A couple of days later, the autopsy established the cause of death as cardiac arrest. Apparently natural, but someone had been there when she died. Someone who had permed her hair and shaved her pussy. They never found out who it was.

She was awoken out of her reverie when Kinderman handed her some more photos. There were four in total. Each of a beautiful woman, lying in the same position, hair permed, pussy shaved, no marks apparent, but dead as they come.

"These photos are from all over the world." she heard Kinderman speaking. "The most recent is from Paris. It was only five days ago that the Paris police found the girl. She lived alone and was found dead by her visiting mother two days after her death. On her answering machine, they found an American voice. So they contacted the Federal Bureau of Investigation to get a voice sample, after establishing that the pubic hair of the victim had been shaved post mortem. The feds requested the photo. Anyways, after a bit of research, we have established five victims, all dead in the same fashion, apparently natural causes, but their hair permed up and their pubic hair shaved after death."

"In other words we are talking about a serial killer." Lieutenant Edwards put in. "Four in different parts of US, and the latest one in Paris."

"Well. What does this have to do with me?" Eleanor asked.

It was the strange woman who she had pecked as a fed who spoke up. "According to your track record, Detective, we have come to the conclusion that you are the best person to handle this investigation. FBI has asked for you to be loaned to the Paris Police to help in their investigation."

"You would be working with Special Agent Harris, " she continued pointing to the other fed, "myself and Lieutenant Edwards. We leave for Paris today morning at around 8. So get yourself ready."

"This is bullshit! I have a case coming up, the killer we just got. I have another four pending cases and my partner is in hospital. I just can't leave everything at the whims and fantasies of the FBI!" Eleanor protested. She was not at all pleased by the arrangement. Though she found the idea of going after the case quite appealing, she wasn't prepared to be rushed into something that she didn't fully understand. Then there was the Bureau itself. She hated their guts, just like any other good cop.

"I am afraid Detective Stumper," Chief Haywood spoke for the first time, "you don't have a choice in the matter. Your cases have already been transfered and Lieutenant Kizmin Billets will take care of them. The only refusal that will be expected will be with your resignation from the force."

What the fuck was going on! Eleanor was completely out of her league on this one. She had not the faintest idea why she was being pushed into this case unprepared.

"Chief, with due respect, I need time. I can't just pack my bags and leave!" She tried once more.

"I am sorry detective, but you don't get to choose. You get to leave, either to Paris or from this department. Choose right now what is it gonna be. I don't really like these all nighters. Too old for this shit."

Eight in the morning Eleanor was sitting in the Business class seat of a Boeing 737 for Paris-Charles-de-Gaulle. Besides her was the beautiful stranger. She was no longer a stranger though. Her name was Louise and she was from a small town north of France. Eleanor didn't remember her last name. Too tough to pronounce. She had the window seat. On the other side of the plane the two feds were going through the files with Jessica. Eleanor was still to dizzy from her drinking spell to concentrate on the case, but she was making small talk with Louise.

Half an hour later, Eleanor was surprised at how easily she had opened up to this stranger. In the last halkf hour she had told her the entire story of her life, her cheating husband, her childhood in Chicago, her love of sea shores, and how she loved to walk naked in her apartment. Louise just sat there and listened to her. For the fifty third time she cursed alcohol.

"I am sorry Louie," she said turning red when she realized how frankly she had been telling her life to this gorgeous blonde, "sorry to be such a bore..."

Louise cut her off midsentence. Not with words but with her hand. Slowly she removed the untidy hair from Eleanor's face. Stunned, Eleanor felt Louise's hand run down to her neck. Very gently Louise started to carress the back of her neck. When she opened her mouth in protest, she felt Louise's soft pink lips on her own. She was being given a full blown lesbian kiss in the airplane. With a swift motion Louise pulled up the blanket over the two of them, completely covering their bodies except for their faces locked in lesbian harmony. Then she pulled Eleanor's head over her shoulder. Beneath the blanket her hands entered inside Eleanor's t-shirt that she hadn't had time to change since last night. Her right hand started to carress Eleanor's back, forcing Eleanor completely on her. Eleanor could feel her own 34 C breats press against Louise's. With her other hand, Louise unbuttoned her rose colored shirt and then with her right hand she un latched Eleanor's bra. She pushed Eleanor's bra and lifter her t-shirt. Then she removed her own shirt. Underneath the security of the blanket Eleanor felt her bare boobs touch Louise's nipples. She felt a longing to reach down and put them in her mouth. Instead her teeth dug into Louise's neck.

Taking good care not to arouse any suspicions around them, the two girls locked onto each other's body in the confines of the blanket. Louise had cupped one of Eleanor's boobs and was caressing her nipples, driving Eleanor into a frenzy. She could feel herself getting wet between the legs. Oh how she wanted to openely suck Louise's boobs. However, being in the plane offered her no oppurtunity. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, allowing Louise to take complete charge. Louise's other had had reached down to her jeans, that she unbuttoned. Then Louise slipped her hand into Eleanor's panties, feeling her moisture. Around them most passengers were trying to catch some sleep. The good part about being in the Business class was that most of the travelers would have to get to work as soon as they got off the plane.

Louise started moving her fingers over Eleanor's pussy. Her other hand massaged Eleanor's nipples. Eleanor could feel her breathing get heavy. She knew she would cum soon if Louise continued her manipulations. As if reading her mind Louise pulled out her hand from beneath Eleanor's panties. Then taking Eleanor's hand in her own, she pulled it inside her skirt on her cunt. Eleanor gasped in suprise. Louise wasn't wearing any panties either! Some woman this cop! Louise's pussy was as wet as her own. This was Eleanor's first time ever with a woman, but she had masturbated herself often enough to know what to do. Slowly but rythmically she started moving her hands up and down Louise's wet cunt. Then with her first two fingers, she parted Louise's pussy lips apart. Her thumb found Louise's clitoris. It was as big as her nipples, quite different from Eleanor's own clit.

"Make me cum Louise, " she whispered in Louise's ear, " make me cum as I masturbate you babe!"

Louise gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. Then she slipped back her hand inside Eleanors panties, massaging her pussy. Only this time she applied more pressure. Crazed by the tingling senstation between her legs, Eleanor's hand moved faster over Louise's cunt. She dipped her fingers inside Louise's tight pussy while her thumb started molesting the big clit. Louise wanted to moan, but in the midst of all the passengers, she dared not. Instead she bit on her lip.

Eleanor too was biting on her own lip and digging her teeth into Louise's long and white neck. Her hand moved faster beneath Louise's skirt. She now had three fingers inside Louise's cunt as her thumb continued to massage her clit. Louise wasn't sitting idle either. With one hand she started pulling on Eleanor's nipple as if milking it. Her other hand moved furiously over Eleanor's cunt. She wanted to dig her fingers in her cunt, but the darned panty prevented it. Instead she moved her hand faster savoring Eleanor's moistness. And then she felt the tingling between her legs grow. Her hips bucked and her legs shuddered with pleasure. She could feel her entire body spasm with her orgasm. She was afraid everyone would see her. Her teeth bit on her lips in an effort to calm her body. She was cumming hot and heavy!

Louise's orgasm had excited Eleanor even further. To top it, Louise had pressed her hand on Eleanor's cunt so heavily that Eleanor too started to cum. Her legs seemed to give away and she found her entire lower body paralysed with the extreme pleasure of the orgasm Louise was giving her. Her teeth dug deeper into Louise's neck. She pushed her fingers even deeper into Louise's cumming pussy. Together the two cops came heavily in the middle of LAX-CDG flight. Then gently Louise eased the pressure on Eleanors pussy and breasts. Instead she caressed Eleanor like a lover. Forgetting where they were, Eleanor raised her head and kissed Louise full on mouth. Then laying her head on her naked breasts beneath the confines of the blanket, she drifted to sleep.

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Coming up next - Chapter 2

copyright Lilith on Adam 2004