Author's Note: Thank you to all for the reviews. I have to say, the only guys that popped in my head (for the dead guy) were Eric Bischoff and Randy Orton. I'm glad I made the right choice, lol.

This chapter contains mature dialogue. Enjoy! (And the usual disclaimer, I don't own anyone.)

Vera...

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Dave and Chris were soon joined by members of Dave's investigation team: Chavo Guerrero, John Cena, and Ashley Massaro.

Chavo and John entered the room were Randy's body was still hanging. The two men instantly burst into laughter upon seeing the sight.

"What the hell?" John yelled.

"I'm not even going to ask." Chavo said in between giggles.

"Well, Dave said it was a pretty gruesome case. But man, he must've hurt one angry bitch!" John said as he put on some gloves.

"So, Chief, what's next?" Chavo asked Dave.

"Take pictures of the scene and the victim's body. Then take down his body for further investigation. I'll be at the lab in a short while. I'm going to have Ashley help me with the questions." Dave said.

"Oh joy." Ashley rolled her eyes.

Dave looked over at his protégé. "If you don't want to, you can stay here and help John and Chavo remove the rope from the guy's balls."

"I'll interview the whores." Ashley interrupted as she walked past Dave.

Dave and Ashley walked down the hall to the waiting area. Despite a death occurring, it was business as usual at Lilian's Place. Single men and couples were streaming in and out of the brothel as if it was a normal business night.

Lilian soon joined Dave and Ashley. She was accompanied by Lady Trish, Queen Stephanie, and Dominatrix Victoria. All women were stunning with their deep makeup, form-fitting wardrobe, and tight figures.

"Ladies, this is Dave Batista and Ashley Massaro from the crime lab. They need to ask you some questions regarding the activities regarding Randy Orton. Please cooperate with them as much as you can." Lilian instructed the women.

All three women nodded in agreement. "Yes, Mistress."

"Lady Trish, can I speak to you privately?" Dave asked.

Lady Trish was a petite blond with a curvaceous figure. She had pouty lips, hazel eyes, and her aura screamed of seduction. She naturally took an interest in Dave. "Yes, you may." She then followed Dave to a private room.

The private room was about as private it could be. The room was padded wall-to-wall. On the walls were various attachments such as handcuffs, whips, and dildos. The room also had a deep, red color. There was a bed in the middle of the room and available condoms on a nearby desk.

"So, what did you want to "talk" to me about, Detective?" Trish said as she took a seat on the bed.

Dave sat at a reasonable distance to her. "As you may know, Mr. Orton died tonight. I need to know specifically what happened in that room."

"Well, what do you want to know?" Trish winked.

"Everything." Dave said.

"Well, Mr. Orton came in this evening around six-ish. He said that he wanted to be "fucked up"—his words. So, Lilian called me down. I had him before and he wasn't worth my time but he gave me an offer that I couldn't refuse."

"Which was?"

"Six thousand dollars, so I took the money. He wanted Stephanie and Victoria so I asked them.to join me and we'll split the money. We led them to a private room and we stripped him of his clothes. Stephanie tied him up by his wrists and hanged him by a pulley. Victoria took out a whip and just started to beat the shit out of him. She was whipping him hard and he was loving it. But then he started to get all weird…"

"What do you mean 'all weird'?" Dave asked.

"In the middle of the session, he said the safety word, bananas, which means to stop. He wanted to be gagged and his balls squeezed by the rope. He said he was willing to pay more for it and we weren't about to turn him down."

"So what happened next?"

"We took him down from the pulley and he tied the rope tightly around his balls. Stephanie put a gag-ball in his mouth and we strapped him against the wall. We handcuffed him to the wall, similar to those there." Trish pointed to the wall.

"And then what?"

"We continued to beat him and he was loving every minute of it. But then he wanted more." Trish paused.

"Yes?"

"He wanted to experience near-death. He wanted his nose to be plugged up while one of us jacked him off. He said he'll pay us each triple if we did it. That's $18,000 a piece!"

"So you got out the plugs, I take it?"

"You damn right I got out the plugs!" Trish smiled. "I stuck those plugs up his nose and proceeded to give him a hand job. During all of this, Victoria was tugging at his balls with the rope and Stephanie kept whipping him. I felt that he was about to come, so I sucked him off as Victoria squeezed his balls harder with the rope. I guess I forgot that he was plugged up because when everything was said and done, he was dead. We immediately went to Mistress Lilian, who called you guys over. "

Dave looked at Trish. He had to admit that she was pretty appetizing to the eye. "What is your specialty, Lady Trish?"

"Regular sex, maybe a little bondage, but just regular sex. You know? Sucking, fucking…" Trish paused as she looked over to Dave. "And some anal."

Dave was having a hard time keeping his erection under control. "So why was the hesitation with servicing Mr. Orton?"

"He was a class-A asshole. Every once in awhile, he slapped some girls around if they didn't give him head the right way, or he'll bitch to Lilian about the girls so hard that she had to give him a freebie. He was the mayor's son."

Dave made the connection to Bob Orton. He was a very conservative man who campaigned against sex and temptation in Pacific Grove. It was his preachy style of campaign that gave him a landslide victory. If he only knew what his boy was doing, Dave thought.

"Did he ever hit you?" Dave asked.

Trish looked down at the floor. She was ashamed to admit it. "A few times."

"When was the last time?"

"A couple weeks ago. He said if I told anyone, he'll have the place shut down."

If that's not a motive, I don't know what is, Dave thought.

"Is there anything else you want to know, Detective?" Trish scooted closer to Dave.

"No, that's it. Thank you for your time, Lady Trish." Dave got up and began to leave.

"You know, we have this room to ourselves? Are you sure you don't want to try anything? It'll be on the house." She began to take off her blouse.

"Maybe another time." Dave smiled and then he left.

Dave soon joined Ashley back in the lobby. He was being stared and pointed at by other girls, who were jealous that Trish got to him first.

"So what did you find out?" Ashley asked him.

"She's claiming it was an accident." Dave said.

"You don't believe her?" Ashley asked.

"Her story sounded believable except for one part." Dave said.

"Which is?"

"She never explained how he ended up hanging by his nuts."