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The Purple Candle (Romance, M/F, F/F, Fetish)
A Mystery
Part Two
(c) 2000 by V. Rupp. No reprints without written permission of the author.
The author would appreciate reader feedback.
Warning: Do not read this story if you are under 18, if it is illegal to
read stories of an erotic nature where you live, or if you don't believe in
the Bill of Rights.
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The tall redhead walked slowly down the shadowy hallway of the apartment
building. It was still early morning and the dim hallway lights barely
elucidated the dark shadows that seemed to be hovering just above the floor
like clouds. As she walked, her hips wiggled and she felt her naked skin
against the thin fabric of her lavender mini-skirt.
She turned her head to look at the gentleman standing behind her. He was
wearing a plain black hat.
"I really appreciate you driving me home, Detective Lansing," she said. They
were almost at her front door and she slowly began to raise her house key
horizontal and into the air before her.
The detective's eyes quickly jumped from their fixed position of staring at
her cute little butt and long pale legs. He hoped that she hadn't noticed
this when she turned around.
"Of course. It's really been a long night for you. I'm used to this kind of
thing. That is, I'm used to being around crime scenes and everything. But
you may still be in shock a little."
"I'm not really in shock," she said, "Nothing really shocks me anymore. It's
just disappointing that the world is such a scary place. You hear about all
these crazy things happening. It's just kind of strange when they happen to
you. But I really couldn't have been with a nicer man when it happened."
They finally reached the door. Melody's apartment building wasn't the slums,
but it wasn't anything from Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous either. It was
somewhere in that mediocre middle ground where most working class folks wind
up living. Her front door was a washed out yellow color and some of the
paint was peeling.
She jangled the key for a minute until the dead bolt released and then
quickly pushed the door open. "Please come in for a minute," she said, "I'll
make you a cup of coffee."
"Thank you," said Detective Lansing and followed her into the apartment. He
closed the door behind him and looked around. The front door opened up into
a small living room and just behind it was a small kitchen. Melody kicked
off her purple high heels, walked barefooted around the kitchen's counter
and begin to look for a coffee filter. Lansing sat on a small couch and
looked down at the table in front of it. The top of it was covered with
miscellaneous items: a little green vase with a single rose in it, a few old
issues of supermarket type women's magazines, an empty half pint of ice
cream, a green bra, a tv guide and a few receipts.
"Melody!" Suddenly, he heard a girl's voice calling from the other room.
From out of the hallway to the right of the kitchen approached a chubby girl
in her early twenties. As she moved into the light, Lansing almost gasped
and had to catch his breath.
The girl had long dirty blonde hair falling just past her shoulders and was
not even wearing pajamas. She had on a light green t-shirt and thin white
panties. Her face was round and she had huge exotic eyes. Her body was
plump, but not fat, and her large round breasts hung loosely against the
insufficient material of the t-shirt. Lansing followed the width of her
meaty upper legs down to her cute sockless feet. Her toenails were painted
in a cracking deep red nail polish. She walked sleepily over to where Melody
was standing inside the kitchen and didn't seem to notice the detective
admiring her body.
"I was worried when you didn't come home last night," she said to Melody, as
she moved closer and then gave her a short but passionate kiss on the lips.
"Is everything ok?".
"Yes, everything's fine," Melody said and sat down a metal coffee container
on the counter. "Actually, I had quite an exciting evening. I witnessed a
crime scene." She pointed over to where Lansing was sitting in the living
room. "This is my friend, Detective Lansing. He took me for a walk by the
river last night and when we were driving home, we ran into a body on the
road."
"A body," she said, looking surprised and running her hands through her
blonde hair, as if to quickly style her hair. When she did this, her plump
arms waved up into the air and her breasts jangled in the little t-shirt.
She then turned to look at Lansing and her large eyes got his full
attention.
"Hi there," he said stupidly from the sofa.
"Hi," she smiled, "I'm Ginger. I'm her roommate." She turned back to Melody
and ran her fingers through her hair two more times. "I want to hear all
about this. Pour me a cup of coffee. I've got to pee. I'll be right back."
She walked back down the hallway.
Melody walked into the room balancing two cups of coffee and handed one to
Lansing. Then she sat down in a small white chair across from the couch and
starting sipping her own coffee. Out of nowhere, she produced a long menthol
cigarette and a lighter. She quickly light the cigarette and inhaled deeply.
Ginger returned in a matter of seconds and Lansing watched as she moved past
the kitchen and into the living room area. Her bare feet smacked against the
brown hardwood floor and she walked right in front of where Lansing was
sitting.
"Sorry about that," she said, "I had to piss like a racing horse."
To the detective's surprise, she sat right down in his lap, positioning her
oversized bottom on his left leg and wrapping her right arm around his neck.
She ran her long red fingernails through his dark hair and he could feel
their sharpness along his scalp.
"You're pretty cute," Ginger said, looking directly in his eyes and
breathing on his neck. "So tell me everything. I want to hear the whole
story."
As she spoke, she wiggled her butt and slid her right cheek off the side of
his leg and rested it on his crotch. Her feet dangled off the side of the
couch and she wiggled more to find a comfortable position. The detective
inhaled her scent. She smelled like a combination of old perfume and bed
sheets.
"Well, we went down to Tiller's Park.. by the lake.. right?", Melody said,
balancing her explanation between puffs on the menthol cigarette. "And we
were just hanging out, you know. But there was some cop there who made us
leave. Anyway, as we were driving home, I thought we hit a deer or
something."
"I thought you said you hit a person," Ginger said, wiggling some more on
top of the detective's now growing erection. Her blonde hair kept rubbing
against his face as she listened intently to the story which her roommate
was recounting.
"I thought it was a deer.. but it was a dead body. It was some man who was
murdered. But we didn't kill him.. he was already dead. Shot twice. The
detective here is being assigned to the case himself, since we found it.
We've been at the police station all night answering questions. Although
there really wasn't much to answer since we didn't witness the crime." She
took another deep drag from the cigarette and crossed her legs the other
direction. When she did this, the detective noticed that she still wasn't
wearing any underwear and he caught a quick glimpse of her bare cunt.
"Were you scared?", asked Ginger.
"Not really. I happened to have this big, strong man with me and I knew that
he would take care of things. It's nice to have a man like him around when
you're out late at night."
Ginger nodded at Melody. The moist skin of her bare legs rested on Lansing's
black slacks and she reached down to scratch one of her legs just to the
right of her panty-covered crotch. She again ran her fingers through her
hair as if to style it and then turned facing the detective.
"So what do you think? Do you know who it was or who's responsible?", she
asked him.
"Well," he said, his eyes returning to look at her face, "We know the
guy's name but they're not gonna release that yet. He was nobody I had ever
heard of. They're notifying the family. As for who did it, that's what we're
trying to find out."
As he finished the sentence, he suddenly remembered something. He looked up
at the top of the white kitchen counter and his eyes quickly found the
little mystery box that Melody still hadn't opened.
"Hey Melody, did you ever open that package you showed me in the car?", he
asked her.
A surprised expression came over Melody's face. "No, I didn't. I didn't even
think about it. Ginger, there was some package by the door yesterday. I
didn't know if it was for you or that Hispanic girl next door. It didn't
have
an address on it and I never opened it."
"Well open it," Ginger said, "Finders keepers. If it didn't have any address
then it's ours."
Melody put out the cigarette and walked back over to the kitchen. She picked
up the package and tugged on the tan string that was wrapped around the
little box. Lansing and Ginger sat on the couch and watched her struggle.
Ginger quietly reached around to Lansing's back and began rubbing her long
fingernails up and down the small of his back. He didn't know how much
longer he would be able to last in this awkward position.
Finally, the redhead managed to wiggle the tight string around the sides of
the package and was soon tearing off the brown paper that covered it. Under
the wrapping paper was a small white box which she finally opened.
"What is it?", Ginger asked and stopped rubbing Lansing's back for a second.
Melody held the contents up into the light. It appeared to be a rusted gold
key.
"I think it's a key.. but what's it for? It's not an apartment key. I don't
think this was meant for us. Someone must have left it for the girl next
door."
"But who would wrap up a key in a package?", Lansing asked, "Wouldn't they
just leave it under the doormat or whatever? That really makes no sense."
"I don't know," Melody yawned, "Anyway, if I don't get some sleep, I think
I'm going to pass out. Are you going back to work?"
"I've got to in a few hours," Lansing said, and as he remembered this, a
look of slight disappointment came over his face.
"Listen, why don't you just crash here for a little while? By the time you
drive home, it will be time to go back anyway," Melody offered, "You don't
mind do you, Ginger?"
"Not at all," the full sized blonde said and then rubbed his leg with her
right foot, as a sign of vindication. He noticed that even though she wasn't
a waif model, Ginger had curves in all the right places. Her stomach was
fairly flat though rounded, but her breasts were large and soft.
"You can sleep in my room," Melody giggled, "I promise to set my alarm for
like 10 AM... we could get almost three hours sleep."
Detective Lansing considered the offer for a minute. He really did need to
get some sleep before he went back to work. It was pretty unsure though
whether he would be about to fall asleep with this gorgeous redhead in the
same room with him. Or even in this entire apartment. The whole place
smelled like a combination of female body odor and incense. But he decided
to give it a good try.
"Ok, sure, if I'm not imposing or anything."
Ginger turned and kissed his cheek. Her big lips then moved back to his ear.
She whispered, "Are you sure you don't want to crash in my room?"
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Story continues in THE PURPLE CANDLE PT.3
Coming soon
(c) 2000 by V. Rupp. No reprint without permission.
Reader feedback welcome and encouraged.
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