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a request from a follower. this will also be a longer story! ambition is good, right? cheer me on, it’ll make me finish it faster ;)———-Just an Investigation, Part 1 - The Arrival“I’m just here to investigate, everything’s fine…” ****It was the most ridiculous assignment I’d ever taken. Some small town that was an hour’s ride off the interstate on roads that you could barely call paved and that you were convinced lead to nowhere but abandoned farms and condemned buildings that used to be trading posts. And they did lead nowhere – besides Threadville. Where the mayor himself hired me to investigate a strange phenomenon that was plaguing his once upstanding town, population 2032.“It’s as if everyone’s been possessed,” he stuttered as he tugged on his handkerchief. “Especially the women, they’re all…I…” He looked up and the stonefaced stare I was giving him made his face redden. “I beg your pardon, Detective Roberts, you’ll have to see for yourself. My inspector can’t find anything in the water, my doctor can’t detect anything in anyone’s system, and the scientist I brought in from the city to test the air, she…”I watched him gulp and pace over to the window; when it was apparent that he wasn’t going to finish that sentence, I suppressed a sigh. “She what? Nevermind. I’ll add her to my interview list and see whatever it is for myself.” Jotting the scientist down, I tore the page out of my pad and held it out to him. “First thing tomorrow I’ll start with these six. One by one. And I’ll need somewhere to speak with them in private.”The mayor looked at the paper like it was poison. Taking it with a shaking hand, and a shaking voice. “I…yes, I…yes, I suppose you must. It’s just…Detective Roberts…I don’t know that there’s any way I can protect you from - ““Please.” I scoffed as I pushed my chair back, fixing him in a glare. “Spare me the chivalry, Mr. Mayor. From the moment I came in you’ve had trouble remembering where my eyes were. Like right now?” I barked that sharply as his gaze dropped down to stare at my chest. Not like there was much to stare at, especially with the bagginess of my blouse.He was shocked…at first. Then he squared his jaw, an unexpected confidence coming over him as he met my eyes for the first time. “I just want to commit how you look to memory, Detective. You’ll understand why, before long.” ****“I’m just here to investigate, everything’s fine…” ****I’ve met a lot of “colorful locals” in the rural parts of my jurisdiction thanks to my job. I chalked the mayor up as the latest - but before turning in for the night I made sure to note that last comment of his in my report. In 2017, did he really think he could get away with acting like that?For a middle-of-nowhere town with a population that was barely over 2000, there was a bizarre amount of activity for a weeknight. I hadn’t seen any bars or clubs on the drive in, but the distant beat of dance music pulsing against my closed hotel windows meant I was obviously mistaken. At first it was maddening, throbbing in my skull and keeping me from sleep, but after a while…well it might sound crazy, but I could’ve sworn the thump of the base had synchronized with my heart. Breathing to the beat, I drifted off immediately and slept deeper than I had in years. ****“I’m just here to investigate, everything’s fine…” ****The next morning I woke up feeling energized to the point of restlessness. I felt ready to run a marathon, but instead I sat in one of the Spartan conference rooms in City Hall. Tapping my pen against my pad listlessly as I waited for the infamous scientist that the mayor was all worked up about. Five minutes late…fifteen minutes…my face was buried in my smartphone when the door finally opened.I hope my jaw didn’t actually hit the floor, but it felt like it did. I always prided myself on being a feminist that believed women could look however they want to look, but…the woman standing before me looked like she’d walked straight out of Revenge of the Bimbos V: The Sorority Strikes Back. The long blonde hair that was so perfect it had to be a wig, the perfectly tanned skin that had to come from laying in a tanning bed for hours on end, the lips, the breasts, the ass that made you question how much all of that cost her…you get the picture. And the way she smiled…god just that huge but somehow empty smile alone had me wondering who in the world was insane enough to give this woman a college degree. “You’re Doctor…??” I cleared my throat, silently scolding myself and digging deep to find my professionalism. “Good morning, I’m Detective Anastasia Roberts. And you are Doctor Katherine Bell?”“Huh?” Her series of sweet blinks made it obvious that the lights weren’t all on upstairs, but for some reason that and the child-like way she tilted her head made me smile. Hell, her whole fabricated body dolled up in fifty shades of perfect pink was making me smile. And not in a “wow this chick is a laughing stock” kind of way, but in an…oddly sincere, wanting to wrap my arms around her, stroke her hair, and maybe even cop the tiniest feel of her perfect round little ass and tell her everything was going to be okay sort of way.….what the hell was going on with me? I’m just here to investigate, I reminded myself, everything’s fine. -- source link
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