Chapter One
Squirt and Go
A:N: First CSI, enjoy.
So many sirens, cops were everywhere, the Hotel Sand. Quite a weird site for four in the morning, for me any way it was. I wasn't not use to seeing cop cars, there were also CSI trucks there. Meant someone was dead, missing or more than likely..dead. I walked past the cops towards the front desk and I waved to Nini. She was the front desk manager, also my best friend in Las Vegas. She had been the one to help me move from Wisconsin to Nevada.
I had been out partying at one of the local strip joints, it was amateur night and a bunch of my friends were in town. I had promised to bring her breakfast. Probably one of my dumber moves. I had classes at eight and a set at one then work at seven. Thankfully though, my partying came with a bonus. I had made about a thousand bucks joining my friends on the poles.
I jumped over her doggy gate, behind the desk. "Hey, do I dare ask what happened?"
She stood up and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I didn't mind her kissing me. We weren't together and I wasn't with anyone. I knew she liked me more than a friend but she never went past a peck.
"It started about an hour ago," She told me with a sigh. "Got a complain of too much noise in room one fourteen so I went to talk to them since they weren't answering the phone. The door was open and a woman lying on the floor in a pool of blood!"
"Wow you had a fun morning," I looked down at her Doberman puppy staring up at me. "Hey you," I bent down and picked him up and handed her the bag. "I put some dog treats in your Wendy's."
"I wanted Arby's," She pouted.
"Bite me," I grumbled at her jumping on the counter. "I wanted Wendy's and Heather, Liz, and Lexxy all showed up at my house after work so we ended up partying, I hurt and Arby's is too far of a drive."
"How much did you make at Tony's this time?"
I shrugged. "About a thousand."
"You suck," She bitched at me eating some fries. "Why can't the nights you take me be the ones we make uber bucks?"
"Let's think," I smirked as her puppy licked my face. "You can't dance worth a shit?"
"Excuse me ladies?" A rather tubby man with a badge began and we looked to him. "Where the hell did you come from?" He pointed at me.
"The front door?" I questioned with a shrug.
"Sorry Detective," Nini began choking on her fry. "This is Ranger, she's the one who I told you was going to be stopping by."
"Ranger?" The detective looked at me trying to figure my nickname. "That your real name?"
"Depends on which circle you travel in," I told him with a sigh.
"Where have you been all night?" He questioned me.
"Why am I a suspect?"
He looked at me annoyed. "Just answer the question."
"I was at Tony's Titty Bar," I smirked off at him with a sigh. "A few of my friends and I went there for amateur night. I told Nini I'd bring her some food after we were done. Call him up, he can verify me being there."
"Oh," Nini began handing me some pillows and winking at me. "Can you take these to room one thirty?"
"Sure," I smirked at her.
She was doing this on purpose.
I had told her I had applied for a brief internship at the crime lab. It was going to start in a few months. I had applied in advance because I'm weird like that.
If you could see me you'd understand. I had a sleeve tattoo, a pair of dragons chasing each other around my arm, a noise piercing, a Monroe and three earrings in my upper right ear. If I were wearing a more revealing shirt than the one I had one they'd see the tattoo across my ribs of sparrows. Then under my knee high boots was covering a tiger tattoo on my calf.
As for wardrobe, the knee high black boots were always a plus but the were mostly covered by low-rise dark wash jeans and a black and red corset halter-top.
I was a treat.
I walked down past the room, as I walked I heard one of the CSI's perplexed by something.
"I don't understand," She began as I stopped to listen. "There is a large amount of fluid, it isn't water or semen."
I looked at the dead woman, she lay in a puddle of blood and then I looked to the fluid that the CSI was speaking of. It was on the edge of the bed and partially on the floor. I smirked to myself.
"Squirter," I heard myself say before I thought. The woman in the room I recognized. Cathrine Willows. She was one of the CSI's that had interviewed me for the internship; she didn't recognize me, at least not yet anyway. I didn't recognize the man with her. He was cute though, brown eyes and hair with highlights. And I felt myself blush.
"Pardon?"
"Sorry," I began looking into the room. "The fluid," I began pointing towards the bed and the floor. "It looks like she's a squirter, a clever nickname for female ejaculation."
Willows looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "You would know this how?"
"Naked body, condom on the floor. Obviously had sexual relations and the fluid looks like the right amount," I began. "But the amount of fluid produced varies from woman to woman. You can also be pretty positive she was whoever she was having sex with was more than likely with someone she knows and trusts."
"Why do you say that?" The male CSI began walking towards over me, he seemed curious over my ideas.
I stared at him while I talk. "Most women are not comfortable squirting with a new partner. It's all a matter of trust and being able to relax."
"Know from experience?" He questioned.
"Greg!" Willows exclaimed at his forwardness.
I smirked at him. Certainly wasn't shy. I liked it. "Yes from experience and all but one woman I know that can do it says she feels comfortable doing it with someone she's just met."
"You look familiar," Willows began. "You're Ranger."
"Yes ma'am," I began looking back towards her. "Sorry, my friend works here, she asked me to take some pillows down to a room. But I do have a good point."
"The VIC was familiar with her killer," the man she called Greg began with an ere voice.
"Greg, she's one of our interns," Willows told him taking photos of the giant wet spot, he looked over to her, while I wrote my number on a piece of paper I had in my pocket. "Ranger Damait, met Greg Sanders."
He stuck out his hand and I took it shifting my fingers so he got my number. "Nice to met you.." He looked down then back up with a smirk.
"Nice to met you too," I looked back to Willows as I pulled my hand from his. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."
"Wait can you explain what a squirt is?" Willows began crossing her arms.
"Also known as a G-spot orgasm," I began shifting my weight. "When a woman is aroused, some can secrete a liquid from the Skenes glands. The liquid when the woman is pushed the right way makes it so the liquid is expelled from the urethra."
"Whoa," Willows looked at me. "The urethra?"
I nodded. "It's one of those latest things for sex. See if your girl can squirt."
"Not all women can?"
"I believe all woman can, unfortunately it's one of those things that you need to be completely relaxed and understand how their body works," I told her, I didn't think she knew what it was either that or it was test. "The sensation that leds up to a squirt is like you need to pee, learn to release it at the right time you get a squirt."
"And if you don't?"
I shrugged. "Golden shower. If the liquid builds up for too long without being released is it turns back into urine. Squirt liquid isn't urine, it smells and taste different," Now I was receiving several different looks. "You asked."
"Okay," Willows began. "Thanks Ranger."
"No problem," I looked back at Sanders and smiled with a wink. "See ya."
"See ya," I heard him say and I listened as I walked away.
"Did she give you something?" Willows said.
"The digits."
"Really? You gonna?"
I got out of ear range before I heard his answer. I went and knocked on room one thirty. A man with dark hair and a dark tan opened the door. I could see two people in the room with him. A man and a woman, both naked, only could guess what had been happening.
"Pillows?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow. He looked me up and down taking the pillows from my hand. He opened his mouth to say something, I pointed at him. "No."
I walked back to the front desk, I looked into room one fourteen briefly, he was a very attractive man. I smiled at him and blushed as I made my way back to Nini. She looked at me, knowing I had done something.
"Oooo what did you do?" She asked me as I leaned against the desk. I shrugged at her taking a fry. "Oh come on, I know that look. It means you did something."
"Since you're a lesbian I know you weren't sending me that way for the cute CSI guy," I told her with a smirk.
"Just cause I'm a lesbian doesn't mean I don't know you," She smirked at me. "What did you do?"
I looked up at her clock. "Oh my look at the time I have class in only four hours. Must get some sleep."
"You suck," She grouched at me. "Only thing is you can't decide what!"
I laughed at her leaning over and kissing her cheek. "I'm not confused, I just fuck everybody," I grinned at with a smile. She knew I wasn't shy about the fact I was a bisexual but she also know I was joking. It was a line I had seen a group post online.
"Catch you later Ranger," I heard her say as I walked out the door.
"Later babe.."
A:N: Review, be kind no flames please.
