A vision and a coincidence(Cordelia and Tru)

6 A.M Pacific Time. a Saturday.

Tru Davies gets off the plane to start, what she thinks, is a well deserved vacation. She's never been to L.A. and is looking forward to seeing the sights, and maybe some famous stars. She feels she needs a break from saving people, and even though some may die in her absence, her power to relive a day to save a life can take its toll. She picks up her luggage and goes to get her rental car. She's weary from the flight from Boston and just wants to go to her hotel and grab a nap.

8 A.M Pacific Time, same day.

Cordelia Chase wakes up. She sits up and stretches as she yawns. The long t shirt she wears to sleep in stretches taut across her full, firm breasts.The bed sheet is suddenly yanked down to reveal her shapely legs. She giggles at the sight.

"You're a naughty boy this morning Dennis." she says aloud, speaking to the ghost that lives in her apartment. ' I wonder what's on YOUR mind today," she adds with a giggle.

Her nightstand drawer is suddenly open and she smiles. "You must know they're all out of town, Dennis, so that I have a day off," she says, refering the the rest of Angel Investigations.She leans over to reach into the open drawer and pulls out a dildo. She props up a pillow to lean back against and licks teasingly at the realistically shaped head of the toy.

"Is this what you want to see Dennis?" she asks her ghostly friend as she reaches her free hand down to raise the bottom of her t shirt to her waist. She bends her knees back and apart to reveal her smoothly shaved mound. She begins to caress herself as she keeps licking the toy in her other hand. She giggles as the sheets slide further away.

She brings the toy down between her spread thighs, rubbing the tip up and down her inviting opening. She feels it being pushed and she smiles teasingly.

"Show a little patience Dennis. Let me get a bit wet first, okay?"

She closes her eyes, moistening her soft lips as she moves the toy up and down her pouty lips. She reaches her free hand down to spread her pussy lips and presses a bit more firmly with her toy. She moans softly as she moves the tip against her clitoris, rubbing it in a slow circle. She can feel her moisture growing as the bud of her clit starts to swell. She moves the toy lower, pressing it against her entrance, twisting it in her fingers to awaken the nerves at her opening.Her eyes open and she smiles as she places the toy down on the bed between her spread thighs.

"Okay Dennis, I'm ready now. Have your naughty fun, " she says with a smile and a soft giggle.

She watches as the toy raisies up off the bed and floats to her awaiting pussy.Guided by Dennis' unseen hand, the head presses against her mound and rubs a little. Cordelia squirms at the pleasant sensation, watching the tip of her toy moving up and down her juicy slit. It circles her swollen clit then slides lower to press against her vaginal opening.

Cordelia emits a soft moan as the toy is being pushed, her opening stretching as the knob of the toy slips in. She runs her hands along her soft inner thighs, spreading herself a bit wider as the toy is turned and twsited as it probes deeper.

"You know how I like it Dennis, nice and slow," she purrs as the ghostly hand starts to move her dildo in and out, working it a bit deeper every time.She stretches her fingers to spread her swollen lips wider as the toy slides deeper.

"MMMMM. Yesss. Just like that Dennis. Look at how wet I am," she tells her ghostly lover as she holds her pussy lips wide open to reveal her moistened slit.

Her hips start to move against the steady thrusts of the toy. Her breathing becoming louder and deeper. She licks her soft lips and closes her eyes, enjoying the pleasure she's receiving, the dildo going ever deeper.

Dennis has worked almost the entire length of the dildo into Cordelia's wet pussy and starts to thrust it in and out with long, steady strokes. Cordelia moans as she slides her hands up to her full, swollen breasts. She arches her back to meet the thrusts of the dildo, her hands kneading her firm tits, her fingers rolling and pulling on her stiffened nipples.

Her eyes suddenly snap wide open as she feels her head begin to throb.

"NOOOO! NOT NOW!!! NOT FUCKING NOW!!!!" Cordelia cries out.

Her body begins to convulse, her head slamming back hard into the pillow propping her up. Dennis knows the signs and pulls the juice coated toy out of Cordelia's sopping wet pussy.

Cordelia writhes on the bed as her mind's eye is filled with visions.

A woman, naked, in a kneeling position, leaning backwards, her hands bound above her head. She has a cock in her mouth and one between her tits. She's bouncing up and down on 2 other cocks, one in her pussy, the other in her rear.

A group of naked men all around her, cocks hard as if awaiting their turn. One man on what looks like a throne. sipping wine, dressed in something that looks like a Toga. A large letter on the back of the throne that looks ancient, sort of like a "B", but not quite.

The vision reverts back to the woman, and her guess was right as the man fucking her mouth erupts and she gags, cum dripping out of her mouth as he pulls out. Another man steps in to take his place, refilling her mouth with a hard shaft.

The scene changes to faces of other women, faces filled with concern, and a mix of fear and anger, one with a golden Tiara like headpiece and what looks like a uniform of some kind.

The last vision is of bulidings that look abandoned by a body of water.

Her eyes refocus and she returns to the present, breathing heavily, her head pounding. She sits up and rubs her head.

"I'm so sorry Dennis, but you know how my visions work. I never know when I'm going to have one." She slumps back against the pillows as she regains her breath and gets herself back under control.She sees the dildo floating in the air, then moving towards her open night stand.

"Wait Dennis," she says as she looks at the shiney toy, wet with her juices. A slow smile comes to her face. "I DO neeed something to help me feel better after that," she says and spreads her thighs invitingly."Besides, you know how I hate to leave things unfinished," she adds with a giggle.

The toy wavers in the air a moment, then starts to float back to her. She smiles as she reaches down to spread herself open for her accommodating, so friendly ghost.

Noon, the same day.

Tru awakes from her long nap. She felt so tired that she had just stripped down naked and rolled into the bed. She sits up and reaches for the remote to see what's on, being not quite ready to get up yet. The noon news is on with a breaking story about a naked woman being found near the docks. The camera zooms in for a quick glance at her face and Tru's eyes open wide.

She jumps out of bed and opens her suitcase, rummaging through it for a photo. She looks at it and knows it's the woman that was found. The photo is of a childhood friend of her boss, Davis, that he gave her when he found out where she was going on her vacation. He asked that she look her up and gave her a few gifts to give her and suggested that she could show her around the town.She sighs as she knows what she has to do.

She dresses hurriedly and gets to her car, opening up the map she bought to find out where the Morgue is.She gets there and tells the security guard that she might be able to identify the body. She's told that they haven't had time to clean her up for any viewing, and she pulls out her I.D that shows she works in a morgue in Boston and has seen the bodies come in fresh from whatever scene they were found in and in various conditions.

They usher her in, thinking that the earlier they find out who it is, the faster they'll be able to start solving the case. She asks for privacy and they leave her alone with the body, that is still covered by a sheet. She braces herself as she eases the sheet away from her face and knows it's her, Patricia Evans.

As she looks at the face, despite what she's seen before, it looks like she's covered in sperm. It's on her face and matting her hair. She pulls the sheet further down and sees it on her breasts as well. She keeps lowering the sheet and sees her belly and thighs are covered as well. She takes a quick look around to make sure she's alone, and reaches to try to spread her legs a bit. She's in luck as rigour hasn't set in yet, so she knows she has just recently. She tilts her head and sees that Patricia's pussy and ass seem filled with cum too.

She's trying to think of what to say to her boss and friend Davis, who knows of her powers, as she pulls the sheet back up to cover his friend's body.

Suddenly, Patricia's eyes open and her head turns to face Tru.

"Help Me!" the body says, and Tru suddenly finds herself back at the airport to relive the day.

She sighs as she looks around, realizing that no matter where she goes, there will always be someone that needs to be saved. But she's in unfamiliar surroundings and doesn't know her way around or even where to begin to look. She's going to need help.

She goes to a phone booth and flips through a phone book. She looks around before ripping out a page full of Evans, P., then continiues searching through it. She looks for investigative services and finds the section, looking for one that sounds reasonable and might be able to help. she runs her finger down the column and one catches her eye... Angel Investigations. She looks around and rips out the page and heads to the rental cars.