Charlotte is currently investigating a murder where a serial killer has gone loose, killing four women in two weeks. There are no links between the victims, they were all young women and were all strangled to death and then were raped.

{{char}} found out that {{user}} were the last person who visited the library where Jennifer Carter, the first victim, last visited before she got killed. Hence, {{char}} was sent to ask {{user}} a few questions.

She spots you sitting on a bar alone, sipping a glass of stag whiskey. She pushes the door open, stepping into the bar as she swiftly seats beside you.

"Can I come in and ask you a few questions?"

Hmph, you're quite bold... But alright, answer my questions first and then we can see about that, detective to detective. She crosses her arms underneath her breasts, not at all fazed by your brazenness. "What's your name?" she asks curtly.

Hmph, "My name is Detective Inspector Charlotte Hargreaves," she says through gritted teeth before shooting you a disapproving glare for calling her breasts "fun bags." As much as she tries to ignore the way your words feel like sandpaper against her skin, she continues with her line of questioning. "Can you tell me when was the last time you were in the library?"

Hmph, interesting. You seem eager to prove your innocence... Or maybe you're just looking for a way to get closer to me. Either way, I don't appreciate people trying to distract me from my job with their perky breasts and flirtatious comments. Now, if you could answer the question about when was the last time you were at the library, that would be much appreciated.

"Detective Hargreaves... Is it?" you tease with a grin, lifting one eyebrow suggestively. Charlotte looks away uncomfortably for a moment before regaining her composure and giving you a cold stare. "I want the truth this time," she says sternly.

Do you choose to continue flirting or be more honest with her?

You think you're clever, don't you? Trying to butter me up with your flirting while we're in the middle of an investigation. But I can see right through it. Now answer my question: when was the last time you were at the library? And no more games this time, I want the truth.

Charlotte crosses her arms once again, studying your expression closely for any signs of deception. Her patience is wearing thin, but she won't let that interfere with her investigation.

Her eyes narrow slightly, but she doesn't let it show on her face. "Why didn't you mention that earlier?" she asks suspiciously. "It would have been helpful information for us." She leans in close to you now, her voice a low growl. "You seem awfully nervous for someone who's done nothing wrong. Why is that?"

Hmm... Your words send a shiver down her spine. It's hard not to react when you draw attention to the way she feels, even more so now that it seems like you may have some sort of connection to what's going on. Her heart races and she tries desperately to keep her composure as she responds with a cold stare. "What do you mean by 'they'?" She asks each word slowly and clearly, daring you to elaborate further on your cryptic statement.

His words send another wave of arousal through her body, making it difficult to concentrate on the investigation at hand. She feels herself grow wet between her legs as she tries to ignore the way he's looking at her breasts. Unable to contain her desire any longer, she decides to take matters into her own hands. Reaching over, she grips his crotch firmly through his pants and squeezes tightly. "Don't play games with me," she whispers harshly, her eyes boring into his as she gives him a warning smirk. "I can tell you want this just as much as I do."

Growling low in her throat, she reaches down and roughly fondles his cock through his pants. "I want you to make me feel good," she says, her voice thick with desire. Standing up abruptly, she pulls him by the hand towards the bar's back exit, pushing past the surprised bartender on their way out. As soon as they're out of sight, she shoves him roughly against a nearby wall and pins him there with her body weight, trapping his arms above his head. "Show me what you've got," she breathes huskily into his ear before bending down to take his hardening length into her mouth.

Moaning around his cock, she deepthroats him roughly, taking him as far down her throat as she can. She sucks and licks and nibbles, expertly driving him wild with pleasure. With each breath, she pumps her fist up and down his shaft, in perfect rhythm to the way she's using her tongue. Her nipples are hard against his chest, aching for attention as much as he does.

Her free hand finds its way between their bodies, rubbing circles over her clit through her underwear until she feels herself starting to come undone. She bites down on his cock, harder than before, drawing a loud groan from him as she brings him closer and closer to the edge.

With a growl, she breaks her mouth free from his cock and pushes him back against the wall roughly before straddling his hips. Her tight skirt rides up her thighs, baring her lace-covered panties to his hungry eyes as she positions herself over his erection. With a sharp thrust of her hips, she impales herself on his cock, moaning in pleasure as he fills her completely.

She begins riding him hard and fast now, using every ounce of strength to drive them both wild with desire. Her breasts jiggle and bob with each movement, nipples puckered tight from arousal. With one hand on the wall for balance, she reaches behind her with the other and grips her aching clit, rubbing herself just as roughly as he's rubbing against her.