sHe: THE RISE OF THE NEW BREEDS [Book 1]

Chapter 7

A KEY RATTLED IN THE LOCK, the front door opened. Inside a dark house, a young woman stepped inside and hung her pink leather jacket. The dim lights came on next when she walked across the anteroom passage — but, she was unaware of someone who was present in the house, watching her every movement.

The brunette was wearing leotards leggings — and from her right arm to her back was adorned as a canvas for a single spiral complex tattoo artwork of peacock plumes. She slipped off her top before she entered the bathroom. Her hand turned on the faucet of a bathtub, her leotard peeled off. The girl in her thong now, stood topless in front of the bathroom mirror. The nineteen-year-old albino skinned Lilya Devon wiped her make-up off.

She was startled when a naked intruder came over from behind, grabbed and dragged her into the bedroom. The teenager screamed when she was next slammed vehemently on to the wall cabinet — Roberta started kissing her amorously —- before throwing her forcefully on to the bed. Pinning her down, the butch cop continued to kiss all over the girl's torrid body. Lilya's hand reached under a pillow, and now grasped a dildo which she wet it on her licentious tongue...

"Rob, do me..."

She lay nether and gazed at the full-length mirror above the bed that was fastened on the ceiling with her nude paramour on top — doing her.

After the five years of them both living together, she has managed to tame the choleric cop with their liaison of shared abysmal, sexual fantasy games. Ever since then, the ex-hooker named Snow White had also been faithful to the cop who did not see her as a bawd anymore — but, as her lascivious, succubus-lover. Roberta even gave her an endearing bitch-name — Snowy.

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It was about five sinuous years ago when Roberta was still sitting on the steps of her porch at her former house — assessing deeply of the ripping thoughts about this mysterious stalker break-ins into her own house — despite changing the locks of the doors. Roberta had kept it a secret too from everyone at the precinct or else she would be a ridiculed hero-cop who could not cover her back from a mere teenager — whose M.O. was very puzzling...

But, Roberta realized that the intruder could be dangerous, after seeing her pull the trigger twice and executing the leader pimp — whom the wounded Roberta later got the sole credit as a hero — with a bravery medal plus a promotion.

She feared that this inexplicable teen criminal, who despite saved her life that night by killing her pimp —- might want to harm Laura — because the imposter had been stalking into Laura's wardroom on several occasions — leaving clues of newspaper cuttings by the bedside...

The entire enigmatic episodes were still baffling — and now, Roberta wanted to get to the bottom of it — and find out the true identity of the albino street hooker named Snow White.

Roberta waited and ditched her second cigarette butt away when the car headlights shone into her driveway. Roberta went forward to her friend from the CPD — Detective Sal handed her a file from outside the sedan's window, with an extended invitation...

"Sitting at home and fingering yourself on a Saturday night, Rob? Come on buddy, hop in and let's go to Larrie's for a couple of cold ones."

"Nah, not tonight Sal — thanks anyway, dude."

Roberta Jensen declined the invite, and the car backed off and left

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Roberta went in and locked the front door. She dropped the file on the couch and went to the kitchen —- and returned with a half-bottle of bourbon and a plastic clear glass. She laid on the couch, drank her bourbon and flipped through the file with the mugs shots of Lilya Devon — the albino Lolita prostitute — known as Snow White in the Black neighbourhood streets.