As quietly as she could, Elesa reached over the sleeping Looker, pulling his phone off of the beside table. Getting up, she took it with her to the small bathroom of the hotel room.
Excited to once again flex her Electric-type mastery, she released her Rotom. It buzzed to life. "Hey, little guy, I need your help with something!" She'd only been to Sinnoh professionally; the Pokémon was actually gifted to her by Cynthia, in the early stages of their brief romance.
Rotom listened as she explained she needed the phone unlocked, and executed her commands without much hesitation. It slipped into the charging port of the device, working its magic on the hardware beneath the screen.
Almost instantly, the biometric lock was circumvented, and Elesa had access to it. She tapped on the display, trying to open the telephone app, before the operating system prompted her for a pin authentication.
She snapped her fingers, and Rotom bypassed the remainder of the security system. Elesa then examined the call logs. There was none, and given the Looker definitely took a call the night before, she knew he had actively deleted it.
Next she checked the email. Only one account was present, some junk address that looked like a random string of letters. It also had no content. Finally opening the SMS messages, she found something that piqued her interest.
It was a text from an unlisted number, displaying only a street address and a time. Checking where it was, she inputted it into the maps app of her own phone, growing even more curious as she found it was somewhere nearby in Coumarine.
Happy with her discovery, she summoned Rotom out of the phone. She marked the text unread, and ensuring the security protocols were back in place, she returned the device to where she had found it. As she got back under the covers, the Looker was still snoring.
The detective awoke fifteen minutes later. He had a light hangover, and sat up in bed, preparing to get up. "Good morning, sleepyhead." He jumped, entirely forgetting Elesa was there.
"Oh, good morning!" Elesa was posed laying on one side, her other hand on her hip. She was still wearing the underwear she had slept in. "I hope you slept well."
The Looker was a little confused. Elesa was almost nude, in his bed, and being very suggestive. Yet he couldn't remember if they had actually hooked up that night because of how much he had to drink.
"I slept fine, considering the quality of this motel. And you?" The Looker checked his phone, entirely unaware Elesa had tampered with it. He received the text he was expecting, and still had ninety minutes to kill before he went to meet the suspected victim.
"After that session, I was out like a light." She smiled, beaming at him, and his earlier question became answered. "I'm starving, but this place's breakfast menu looks all frozen." Elesa got out bed, strutting to the window of the room, showing off her gorgeous figure.
"What do you say we order breakfast? Our room is right off the road, after all." She peaked out of the curtain, frowning as she saw it was a stormy day.
"That sounds great." She came back to the bed, teasing that she was about to get in it, before grabbing her own phone off of her table. Running through a food delivery app, Elesa quickly assembled a breakfast order for them both.
"It'll take at least half an hour…" She got back onto the mattress for real, crawling over it. She sat on her knees, just in front of the Looker. "What should we do in the meantime?"
He applauded his drunk self for somehow managing to seduce the exceptionally beautiful model. "I know of a few quality pastimes." Recognizing the tone in his voice from the night before, Elesa moved forward, getting onto his lap.
"Oh really? Like what?" "It's known to work up a substantial appetite." Elesa smiled again, then leaned forward, kissing him. He grabbed the side of her face, matching her lips.
Beginning to make out, the Looker found he did remember some of the night before as he explored her with his tongue. Elesa tasted like she'd been eating lemon candy, which, if anything, matched her aesthetic.
His hands roamed to her hips, feeling up her curves as they continued to kiss. She leaned more forward, pushing him onto his back again. With one hand, she undid the tiny strap of her bra, throwing it across the room.
The Looker moved his hands up her hips to her chest, squeezing her and eliciting a moan. The foreplay was fun, but Elesa could feel him getting hard, and pulled herself back.
She moved until she was at the foot of the bed, positioning himself to blow him. Smiling seductively, the Looker watched in anticipation as she pulled his boxers off, giving his almost fully hard cock a slow lick as if it was a popsicle.
He groaned, and she taunted him with a laugh. Elesa gave him a few more slow strokes, ensuring he was as hard as could be. Then, with much anticipation, she slipped her mouth over it. She took a few inches down her throat, watching his expression indicate how good it felt.
Halfway down his large member, she pulled back up, only this time she tightened her lips with her cheek muscles, ensuring they gripped it as tight as possible as she went up the shaft. There was an audible popping sound as she came off the tip.
"Fucking hell…" The Looker rarely cursed, but few words described how mind-blowing her technique was. She only smiled as she repeated the action, each time taking another half inch in her mouth.
She sped up afterwards, not so focused on the vacuum seal, and sucked his dick traditionally, going up and down, chaining a handjob with her mouth. It only took a few minutes for the Looker to get close as he throbbed inside her.
Then she pulled back up, and gave his cock a little slap with her hand. She waved her finger at him, almost like a teacher. "Ah ah, I haven't had my fun yet."
Waiting for his edge to go away, she got off the bed, showing her body off as she removed the panties she was wearing. Then Elesa crawled back up, getting on top of him.
Despite their rigorous session the day before, the Nimbasa gym leader was a very skinny woman, and still struggled to fit his cock as she straddled him. "Ooohh…" Elesa moaned as the head slipped in, and slowly inched herself onto it.
The Looker's breathing picked up as he grabbed her hips again. He tried bringing her down all the way, but she resisted, it being too painful. Instead she fit about half of him inside, before she went back up, and thrust down, fitting a little more.
Within a few minutes, she was able to take all of it. The two made intense eye contact as she did. The Looker continued to fondle her hips as she moved her hands up his chest, enjoying the feel of his musculature.
Elesa continued to bounce up and down, finally comfortable with the size of him again. They didn't speak at all, their chemistry alone handling the needed communication.
Adjusting her position, she cried out as the head of his penis hit a really sensitive bundle of nerves. "FUCK!" She locked her body, retaining the exact angle as she slammed herself down with more force. "Don't… move… fuck yes…"
As her pace sped up, the Looker began thrusting up in unison, and he watched as Elesa's eyes glazed over. He reached his hand down instinctually, working her clit with two fingers as she neared her climax.
"Yesss… yesss!" She came, tightening around him. Elesa threw her head back, with one last hard bounce on his cock, and orgasmed. The sensation of her contracting pushed the Looker over his edge too, and he grabbed her hips, forcefully thrusting up.
She leaned forward across his chest, kissing him again as he shot his load inside her. They continued to make out like that for a few minutes, until he softened, and she pulled off of him, rolling over.
They both still breathed aggressively. "Fuck, that was amazing." "Yeah…" Elesa got up, meticulously stepping over to the chair her bag hung off. "Shit… next time we see eachother, remind me to pick up more contraceptive."
About to pop one, she decided against it, knowing it would make her too nauseous on an empty stomach. She checked her phone. "Breakfast will be here in a bit." She looked up, wondering why he didn't respond, only to find him staring.
"What is it?" The Looker was watching her closely. "Did anyone ever tell you your eyes match the ocean?" Elesa laughed, returning to the bed. "Too many times. Coming from you, though, I think I believe it."
"Quel foutu bordel!" Cynthia was polishing the paint on her nails as her girlfriend complained for the third time that day about the news channel. "We're still the only story they're running! It's been over an hour!"
"What did you expect? You're an actress, model, and the regional champion." "I know! I know all that. But how can we be that fascinating."
"Us? Two league champions? Coming out as gay? In the same day? And we're gay with each other? Think about it Diantha. I told you this would happen, and you're acting like you didn't expect it."
Diantha took a deep breath. "I know, you're right." "On the bright side, we haven't been the victims of a hate crime yet." Cynthia stood up, wrapping her arms around her partner, ensuring not to rub her nails on anything.
"Very true. But being accomplished and feared trainers, I doubt we have much to worry about." Cynthia decided to knock her down a peg. "I'm an accomplished and feared trainer. You're my girlfriend."
Her partner seemed a little angry about that, but didn't say anything. "Speaking of, we should resume training soon. We haven't had a battle in a good while." "Well, my schedule isn't busy today. How about right now?"
Diantha was eager, mostly to put Cynthia in her place after her battling skills were insulted. She seemed to had forgotten her devastating defeat in their first encounter, so many weeks prior.
Cynthia scoffed. "If you want. Let's start with one Pokémon each, hm?" The blonde tossed a ball up and down, and Diantha nodded, grabbing one of hers off of the table. The pair headed out of the house and into the large yard.
"Let's go, Gardevoir!" Diantha threw her Pokéball, and out came the embrace Pokémon. Cynthia watched her partner fiddle with the watch on her wrist, obviously preparing to mega evolve.
Expecting Diantha's confidence to crumble, Cynthia tossed out her Garchomp. To her surprise, her opponent remained confident. Before their first turn, she initiated the mega evolution, as predicted.
"Use Moonblast!" The pink projectile was sidestepped by the Garchomp, and it began running towards her opponent, narrowly dodging another. "Garchomp, Poison Jab!"
The Dragon-type's fin glowed a similar pink as it struck out at the Mega Gardevoir with lightning speed. To its and Cynthia's surprise, the target disappeared, moving a good few meters away with a psychic Teleport.
Diantha smirked. Gardevoir fired another Moonblast, and Garchomp had no ability to dodge it in time. It raised its fins up, covering itself, as the super effective Fairy-type energy collided with it. A huge cloud of dust kicked up around the landshark.
"Couldn't see that one coming, hm?" Cynthia remained coolheaded. "Don't taunt me, Diane." Within a few seconds, the cloud of dust had fallen away, and to Diantha's surprise, there was no Garchomp in sight.
Wait, what?! She had no clue where the Pokémon had disappeared to. She knew it couldn't teleport. Preoccupied by the various possibilities, Diantha failed to notice the faint rumbling of the ground beneath her feet, before it was too late.
Catching her and her Gardevoir off guard, Garchomp propelled itself out of the soil, viciously striking its enemy with a point-blank Poison Jab. As it was stunned from the recoil, Cynthia gave Garchomp another instruction. "Now, finish it with an Iron Head."
Garchomp's head glowed as it charged the Gardevoir, who simply had no time to teleport. It smacked directly into its belly, sending it flying across the yard and into the old cobblestone wall that lined the property.
"Gardevoir!" Her Pokémon had fainted on impact. Diantha ran over to it, quickly recalling it. Cynthia and her Garchomp followed. "You didn't have to be that brutal!"
"Brutal?! You asked for a battle, and I gave you one. I can't believe you're such a little bitch about losing. You still have a long way to go, Diantha."
With that, Cynthia turned, returning to the house. Diantha's previous belief she improved seemed to crumble away, as her mind was flooded with flashbacks of her and Cynthia's original battle after she became champion.
Cynthia thought of the first battle, too. She knew Diantha would be less confident now. She had found the woman rather hard to control since they got to Kalos, and needed to ensure she was kept in place. Obliteratinging her Gardevoir seemed to do that effectively.
On time, the Looker approached the man he was specified to meet. It was an undercover cop dressed in civilian clothing. They lead him to an unmarked car, before driving to the secured building in which the victim was held.
Elesa had a hard time keeping up with them. She was in a car of her own, but even so whoever was driving was taking a ridiculous route, ensuring many pointless turns and loops. She had to occasionally hide behind a corner so they didn't spot her following.
Eventually, they stopped, and both of them got out. They were in front of what looked like a large warehouse, though it was obvious it was something more. State of the art security cameras lined the perimeter, and there were numerous unmarked, new, expensive SUVs parked outside.
Above all, there was a man wearing a blacked-out uniform guarding the single door. The Looker and the officer accompanying him greeted the guard, who, after checking their badges, let them pass.
Elesa watched the process unfold, beginning to analyze ways in as the Looker entered the building. I've known he was investigating Cynthia since I found that folder of her in that package. But what, related to the case, could be inside that building?
Simply put, there was no easy way to slip in that she saw. Whether it was governmentally or interpol funded, she didn't know, but Elesa quickly realized it was no run of the mill security.
Rather than try to infiltrate the compound, she opted to see if she could use the advanced cameras of the building to her advantage. As she remained parked on the street almost thirty feet away, she powered on the screen of her car, one that was ordinarily used with GPS. She released her Rotom.
Working exactly as she had instructed, Rotom infiltrated one out of the outer cameras, and with minor interference, began forwarding it to the display of her car. It flicked from feed to feed, until it landed on one that centered over a young woman, bandaged, lying in what looked like a medical bed.
Passing through another layer of security, and some sort of metal scanner, the Looker finally entered the core of the building. It was a makeshift hospital, though why it was set up wasn't yet fully clear.
The officer who brought him there lead him to an unmarked door, identical to all the others present. "She's in there. Go slowly." The Looker nodded, entering the room hesitantly. He was completely unaware Elesa was observing him as he entered the feed.
The lights were relatively dim. In front of him, he saw a young woman, lying in a framed bed. Her vitals were being monitored by a large station of screens on the left of her. Though she seemed relatively normal, the woman had a thick bandage, supporting some sort of device that hung against her throat.
"Charlotte Ozanne?" The Looker spoke softly as approached her. Charlotte gave no indication she had heard him, though she looked him dead in the eyes. "I am a member of the international police. You may know me as the Looker."
"I've read your file. I have no words for how sorry I am. I have been profiling the suspected perpetrator of your assault for quite some time, and with your help, I may be able to bring her to justice."
The woman blinked, unmoved. Indeed, the Looker wasn't used to such an unresponsive audience. "We're going to use a system, okay? I will ask you a question, and you answer physically. Nod for yes, shake your head for no."
"Was your attacker female?" Charlotte continued to stare. Thinking she had not heard him, the Looker asked again, only to illicit no response once more. "Ms. Ozanne, you can hear me, right?"
That time she did nod. "I'll ask again, was your attacker female?" She still refused to respond to the question. The Looker grew restless. Why is she not answering the question?
The woman shut her eyes for a few seconds, before opening them again. She looked at the detective, before pointing towards him, her arm shaking due to the degenerated nerve.
"W-what is it?" She tried her best to bend her fingers, as she kept stretching towards the Looker. It was then he realized that she was actually going for the buzzer that sat on the table adjacent to her bed, that the Looker was blocking.
He stepped out of the way quickly, and she tried to press the button. Unable to properly conduct her hands, she found it difficult to supply the required force, so the Looker went ahead and pressed it for you.
Within a few seconds, a nurse entered the room. She had a tray holding water, some medication, and a paste, likely a food substitute. She seemed to ignore the Looker's presence altogether. "Are you hungry?"
Charlotte shook her head. "Thirsty, then?" She nodded, and the nurse took her small cup of water, placing a red plastic straw into it. Facing away from the patient, she held the drink out, and the crippled woman sat up ever so slightly, before she latched onto the straw, sucking the water from the nurse's hand.
It became clear to the Looker why she had not answered his question. Charlotte simply did not care to. Existing as she was now, she had barely any will to live, let alone assist in an investigation. The Looker grew increasingly uncomfortable as she watched the woman be fed water from a cup, cringing at how unnatural it seemed.
He quickly left the room, thanking Charlotte for her time. The officer that escorted him there was waiting outside, and walked with him as he left. "That was quick. Did you get anything useful?"
"I have gotten nothing whatsoever. That shell is not the woman she once was. Not now. In her current state, it's clear she has no desire to assist in the apprehension of her assaulter. Perhaps in a few days, or weeks, she will be more forthcoming. Perhaps never."
Elesa had watched the entire interview unfold through the camera feed, though the audio wasn't excellent. As the Looker left the room, Rotom had the sense to exfiltrate the network, returning to her car.
"Well, Rotom, Cynthia's gotten sloppy, hm?" The Electric/Ghost-type watched her as she spoke, confused, recognizing the name. "Or maybe she left the girl like that on purpose? She's quite elegant in her sadism, after all…"
She found herself quickly growing aroused, and decided to pull out of the area so she didn't risk being spotted any further. "I think it's about time we pay her a visit. It's been far too long." Rotom buzzed in excitement, eager to see its original trainer again.