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Subject: {ASSM} The Purple Candle #2  (Romance, M/F, F/F, Fetish)
Date: Wed,  2 Apr 2003 05:10:06 -0500
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The Purple Candle, A Mystery #2 (Romance, M/F, F/F, Fetish)

episode # 2 (series originally posted in 2000, revised and expanded
for 2003)

(c) 2000, 2003 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 or if it is
illegal to read stories of an erotic nature where you live.

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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 women's fashion
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 her 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 it. 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 quickly walked back down the hallway.

Melody returned to the living 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 able 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
To be posted soon

(c) 2000, 2003 by V. Rupp. No reprint without permission.
Reader feedback welcome and encouraged.
vrupp33(please no spam)@hotmail.com

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