SEX TAPE FROM HEAVEN (PART 1 OF 4)

Every boy in the middle of puberty considers this as their private rite of passage. You can’t call yourself a man at all if you never douse your eyes and feast your fantasy with the voluptuous body of a woman in fancy names; no qualms about the race, the color of the skin nor the size of her breast. What matters is that she is dancing in whatever room with a man all fired up: pumping and thrusting each of the flesh to one another. Bathed in sweet sweat. Moaning as loud as they can which makes it harder for you to unable to control the urge. The more it drags on the more you get closer to the hidden pleasure of boyhood.

Until it explodes. With a sigh, you will end it. Guilt be damned.

Inspector Draymon recalls his first memory of pornography with awkward embarrassment. Of course, it is an open secret to anybody that boys in their teen encounter such intense curiosity about how it was done between the flowers and bees or as his friend metaphorically describe with more blatant words, the snake in the hole. Growing up into adulthood and pursuing the life of a law enforcer, pornography has also evolved as he continues to rise among the ranks of tough cops that serve the city iron-clad fist and black and white ideology.

Today it’s not just an outlet for your hormones but also a booming industry where people are the commodity regardless of sex, race, and age. Now perpetrators don’t even care even anymore who is in the camera and getting deflowered. They didn’t care if what they screwing is not actually a human being.

It all started as an urban legend. An undetermined lore scattered all over the darkest corner of the web. Perhaps it's a clandestine fetish of someone lonely and has failed sexual fantasy that made it to the surface. Forums and blogs have been dedicated to it. Click baits and hoaxes filled every inbox; teasing the people further until they can’t hold any longer to the chemical collision of their own mind. The lust creeps deeper and deeper until fantasy, due to the collective libido of everybody, becomes a reality.

“Come on Bud, this is the real thing!” Mike dragged Dray right into his desk as he connects his tech-deck into my PC. Michael Jefferson is the kind of guy with abominable strength despite his small physique. Dray even felt a slight strain the moment he pulls my arm. The department will never run out of buffed grunt like him.

“You have a copy of it?”

“It’s all over the web Bud. Literally, it flooded the annals of cyberspace.” Waving his arm to exaggerate how the wildest and rarest footage of a sex video between an Angel and an unknown male banger found its way right in every PC and tech-deck overnight; placing itself in the pedestal of the most historic phenomena in the entire world wide web or perhaps in the whole damned world.

How the hell did they manage to fuck an Angel? In the first place, no one even bothers anymore at this generation if the winged emissary of the old man in the sky does exist. As far as Draymon knows, it’s been decades since the majority of the global population renounce their faith after the aggressive debunking of god’s own existence. No one even cares about religion anymore. The sheep now learn to become wolves capable of feeding themselves in the wild. Some went for extremes and decided to trade their wool for scales.

As the file successfully transferred to my PC, the video automatically played itself the second it was read by the system. The initial scene is in a well-lit room with nothing but a bed and a chair that fill the gaping spaces within the four walls. The footage was taken using a handy camcorder with a hyper definition feature; efficient without compensating the quality.

Everything seems normal in the video except the one who is sitting atop of the dirty white bed. She looks like your typical Caucasian girl with sparkling hair-like mane and a body that can pump someone’s testosterone in astronomical level in the first look.

But when you look into her eyes, you’ll find out that no other woman in this world has that kind of color on their irises. Hell, Draymon can’t even describe the name of that shade. All he knows is that they are a pair of exquisite gems that anyone will be drawn to it like the same brilliance of the morning star before the sun breaks apart the horizon’s skin.

And of course, there are the wings; broad, feathery, and majestic. Just like how you picture oversize wings of a dove.

“Let’s cut that slack and jump into action.” Mike giddily press the fast forward button. The monitor jerk and rolls with numerous frames of images in the span of 3 seconds before they resume the playback at normal speed.Draymon’s partner didn’t seem to mind showing off his libidinal side and didn’t even have the patient for foreplay.

Now there were two of them on the screen; the anonymous man filming the whole act while busily thrusting his hardened manhood right inside the winged maiden. Her face captures the perfect image of ecstasy and pain as she mouthed hair raising moans under her fast, titillating inhale and exhale. Her wings like her thigh are all widespread while the man tries to push himself deeper and deeper to the already tighten cave of the sky maiden.

For the first time, the pounding in Draymon’s heart and the tightness inside his pants fills him with a strange yet nostalgic sensation. Seeing the gentle face of the Angel while her lithe body bounces and fight back against the violent pounding it receives. Skin to skin. Flesh to flesh.

“Good. So you two area already ahead of the case.”

The voice behind the two cops immediately drags their drifting thoughts back to its rightful place. Startled and completely caught off guard, Draymon abruptly closes the video player while Mike can only look down on the floor embarrass like a 15-year-old lad caught by his parents storing Playboys and Maxim mags in his Toy Chest.

“Easy there boys. Just continue studying the video. Perhaps you can find something relevant there.” Chief Sakamoto has this impish grin on his face while puffing his favorite Silkcut right in front of us.

“You two shall head the investigation of this sex scandal and as usual, find a lead. Catch the mastermind. Save the day.” He slams in Mike’s table a two black folders mark with the patented red label “confidential” on its front.

“Sir. Should we check first the video and see that it isn’t shot in AR?” Draymon responded while viewing the details inside the folder. AR or Augmented Reality is the top-tier version of VR or Virtual Reality Simulation that many are getting hooked nowadays. Instead of just exploring an environment made of bits of ones and zeroes enhance by sensory emulators capable of imitating the exact stimuli of the real world, AR can change the whole identity of somebody digitally via Avatar Mode while wandering in the man-made paradise of binary.

“The Angel might be just an Avatar of somebody inside a simulation.”

“No need Dray. This is the real thing.” The chief said matter of fact without even looking at me.

“But sir it’s protocol.”

“I am telling you. It’s real. From the room where it was shot to the man behind the camera. All of ‘em happens outside AR.” A sudden pitch on his voice signals a growing irritation to Dray’s probing.

“How about the Angel sir? Don’t tell me that is a real thing too?” Mike scoffed as he returns on the screen and begins playing the video.

“Exactly. That divine porn actress is the real thing. That man surely reaches the edge of heaven inside her eh.”

Draymon and Mike look at Chief and hoping this was just a bad joke of an old geezer in the department; waiting for a rowdy laugh from him after seeing our faces. But it didn’t happen. Chief just give a deep sigh upon seeing our disbelief.

“Your angel is in the cage now. Right inside the prison bar. Wanna see her?” He offered to them.

“Of course we can’t play with her so behave boys. Just do it in the cubicle if you can’t handle it.” He gave a naughty smile while patting our backs.

Draymon can’t help it; the tightening inside his pants just went up a notch.

===To be Continued===