"Why the fuck did you hang up on me?" Was the first thing Melissa said as she opened the door to let me in her apartment.

"Didn't want to discuss certain things on an open line." I closed the door behind me and ripped her t-shirt off, leaving her wearing a shock expression on her face and a pair of cute black panties.

"What the fuck?" She yelled. "What the hell are you doing?"

My eyes scanned her flawless body. "Good," I said. "You are not wired."

"What? Why would I be wired?" She asked. "If I was, what would you do?"

I jammed my finger into her chest. "You talked to the police and I couldn't take a chance." I walked and looked around her apartment, checking her living room, bathroom, closets and her bedroom. I returned to the living room. "To answer your second question, I would have cut your throat and watch you bleed out."

She shook her head. "I'm glad I fucked you with that strap-on. Why would I sell you out, Pitch?"

"You have been acting fishy lately and I'm not talking about your undies."

"So, you are openly going to be a bitch today." She replied. "Fuck you!" She stared at me, not breaking eye contact. Then, she shoved my left shoulder. She was getting a serious backbone.

"Did you just push me?" Not to be outdone, I shoved her back. "I'm not going to be taken down by you."

She shoved me back, but this time with both hands. "Listen, crazy bitch. The police visit had nothing to do with you or any of your activities."

"What?"

"It was about Tiffany."

"Who the fuck is Tiffany?"

"You know her as Cherry Pop."

I closed my eyes and pictured Cherry Pop on the stage dancing her sexy little ass. "I remembered her. Great kisser."

"What?"

I smiled and gave her a wink. "You are not the only muffin I eat."

She laughed. "I know, I loved her arrow shape bush."

"Like we need directions."

We shared a laugh and give each other a hug. We both apologized for going a little crazy. We walked into her bedroom. She put on a crop tank top and we sat on her bed. "None of us will be popping that cherry anymore," she explained. "She was found dead last night."

"What?"

"That what Detective Howard was asking me this morning." She ran her fingers through her hair. "Asking questions, like have any of the customers were paying too much attention to her or acting strangely at the club last night. Then he said something that kind of scared me. He told me that I should be very careful."

"Careful," I repeated. "Why?"

"He thinks someone might be targeting strippers."

"Really? Like a serial killer?"

Her face tightened up. "He didn't say that."

I laid flat on the bed with my head on Melissa's lap. "Things are making sense now."

She nodded her head like she was understanding, but Melissa was only good at faking orgasms. "What hell are you talking about making sense?"

"I had a date last night."

"Okay, still not making sense."

"With Leo Taylor," I said and my hand covered her mouth. "Before you said that doesn't make sense, let me explain. Leo Taylor, I mean Dr. Leo Taylor."

"Mr. St. Cock!" She said. "Is actually Dr. St. Cock?"

"A psychologist to be exact, that works with the police. Hell, he used to be a detective." She ran her fingers through my hair as her nails grazed my scalp.

"Dear God!" A hint of frustration could be heard in her voice as she threw her head back. "Just tell me the fucking connection." It was cute the way she whined like a little kid.

"He is a profiler and he is working a case and the case is not me. Maybe, he is hunting a serial killer that is hunting strippers. That is why is at the Angel Dust."

"Maybe he is the serial killer?"

It was an interesting question, but I didn't believe it to be true, but interesting. "He is not a killer, the only thing he killed last night was my pussy. I guess that gives him an alibi.

"Oh, shit!" Melissa screamed. "Fuck the police talk, let's talk about your date."

We both got lost in this girlfriend moment. We blushed and giggled like we were some crazy high school kids. This experience was new to me. I never had any friends in high school or anywhere. Melissa was my first real friend, well Bennie was a friend too, but I couldn't talk girl talk with him.

I talked about my feelings like I was in a therapist's office just letting everything out. I talked about how Leo made me feel. How he made me feel like a woman, a person, someone special. I knew that was dangerous thinking. No man or woman should validate you as a person. That was your fucking job. But Leo was a strange silver light in my crazy fucked up world. Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Why could I stop thinking about him? Maybe, because he is the first guy in a while that I didn't kill.

"You are falling for him," she said.

"This wasn't supposed to happen." My hands covered my eyes as I chuckled. "Is my life turning into a chick lit novel? Please!"

"Why not?" She asked. "Pitch deserves love too."

"The L-word. Are you kidding?" Me in love?"

"Contrary to popular belief," she added. "You are not a monster."

I rolled her onto her back and planted a peck on her lips, I hovered over her as she stroked my hair. "Would things change between us?"

She laughed and kissed me on my cheek. "We will always have this thing of ours. Never doubt that." I laid next to her and wrapped my arms around her. Melissa was always there for me, sometimes she could flake out or be in her own little world, but was always there. She was the only person alive that knew the real me.

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As I drove back to my apartment, my mind wandered thinking about Leo. Not the amazing sex our bodies shared with each other, but his job. Was I right? Was he hunting a serial killer? And that killer wasn't me? I would love to pick his brain on that subject, but I need him to trust me. That might be a tall order, but not as tall as his dick. I couldn't wait until I could fell him inside of me again. My head drifted back as my eyes closed. His lips on my neck. His big d....

"Fuck!!!" Horns blaring as I ran a red light. "Shit driving with your eyes closed is not a good fucking idea," I yelled. "Focus." In that brief second, heard every freaking curse word and every variation of the word bitch, even with my car windows up.

I pulled into the parking lot and ran upstairs. When I came to my floor, I saw Bennie sitting by my door. Fuck, not again. But this time he wasn't crying, his arm was in a sling, but he had a goofy smile on his face.

"Pitch!" He yelled as he got up and ran towards and gave me a one arm hug. "I got something to tell you."

"What is it, sweetie?"

He stood up straight and proud. "I got a date." He jumped up and down, he could contain his excitement.

"Great, Bennie," I said. "With who?"

"Aurora," he said with a big cheesy grin. "We are going to dinner and a movie. I asked her and she said yes!" He jumped up and down again.

"Great!" I said. "What are you going to wear?"

He looked down and his face turned all red. "That is why I'm here. I don't have any cool clothes and I want to look good tonight. So, can we go shopping?" His question came out like a plead, but it was cool. I loved this dude.

"Sure, Bennie. Meet me by my car. I will be there in a few."

He gave me another hug. "You're the best. Pitch!" He yelled as he raced down the stairs. My mind pondered. I might have to pay Aurora a visit to make sure this date is legit. Because I have no problem busting my foot up a bitches' ass. If she even dreams about screwing him over, she better wakes up and apology.

I walked down the stairs and knocked on her door. When the door flew open, her blonde hair just flowed like it was caught in a light summer breeze. "Hello, Pitch."

The way her lips shaped as she said my name. Her skin-tight white tank top couldn't hide the hardness of her nipples. Her black cut-off shorts showed off the smooth texture of her perfectly tan legs. Her blonde hair smelled like fresh strawberries. I wondered if her cherry needed to be pop because I'm the woman for the job.

"Liam is still in the hospital," she said with a crooked smile. "Someone," she made air quotes. "Fucked him up better bad." Her smile continued. "Do you want to come in?"

I wanted to throw her down on the couch. Rip off her shorts and panties. Spread her legs wide open and jam my tongue so far up her cooch that it would come out of her mouth. Of course, I didn't say that. "Sure." I walked in her apartment and we sat down next to each other on the couch.

"I know why you are here, Pitch," she said. "You wanted to make sure this is a real date with Bennie. I mean we are dressing up and everything. So, it is a real date, but we talked and we are going just as friends. I'm not going to lead him on or pick on him or pour pig's blood on him or anything. It would be nice for me to go out with a guy and order lobster and don't have to worry about 'putting out.'"

Okay, it is official. I like this girl. "You are a pretty cool chick," I said. "If you ever need beer for a party, I will hook you up."

"I don't drink, but thank you." Her nose curled up when she smiled. Her bare leg rubbed against mine. Fuck! They were as smooth as a baby butt. She rested her hand on my knee. "Are you okay?" I guess I couldn't hide the crazy look of desire on my face. The aroma of her perfume had me under a spell. I wanted to sip a yard of tongue down her throat.

"I'm good," I answered back. "Bennie isn't good with money, so make sure no one tries to rip him off."

"Don't worry, Pitch," she said. "I got you."

"I will show myself out." I could get out of her apartment fast enough. The urge was overwhelming. I reached for my phone and called Melissa.

"Hey, Pitch," she answered. "What's up?"

"I'm taking Bennie shopping and after that, I need you to come over." I bit my lips trying to curve my desires.

"Why? What is going on?"

"I have a strong craving for your muffin."

"Sweet."