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The Purple Candle (Romance, M/F, TS, Fetish)
A Mystery
Part One
revised
(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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Detective Lansing remembered the first time he ever saw her because he
almost spit up his coffee. She was a tall, leggy redhead. You could almost
describe her as amazon, although he wasn't an expert on fetish definitions.
She had shoulder length thin hair and beautiful green eyes. He had noticed
her drinking coffee at 3 AM so many times that he now made it a regular
habit to pull over at this little diner.
Irene, the waitress, was a beautiful pre-op transsexual brunette. Lansing
wasn't usually hip to that sort of thing, but in her case he would make
exceptions. She was damn gorgeous by any standard and had a smile that could
melt a weary heart.
One Thursday evening/Friday morning, he decided to make his move.
"Irene, who is that lady over there?", he asked.
"I don't know, but she does come in here a lot. Why do you ask?"
He didn't know how to answer. He could be a daring detective, but was a
little shy when it came to dealing with the fairer sex. He was even a little
nervous when he first befriended Irene because she was so cute.
Irene could not have been a day over twenty. She had flawless skin, a petite
figure, and sparkling brown eyes. She always wore little girlish skirts with
open toe sandals. And she did have the cutest feet of any diner waitress he
had seen.
Finally, Lansing decided to make his move. He walked over to the counter
where the tall redhead was sitting, inhaling a long menthol cigarette and
dangling her amazing white legs. She immediately turned and faced him. He
removed his black hat and sat it on the counter.
"I couldn't help but notice you," he said. "You really come here a lot,
don't you?"
"I guess I do," she said, "I've never really thought about it. There's just
so many lonely, boring nights. So many nights with nothing to do and so many
hours going by so slow. It's hard to explain, but I just have to go out
sometimes."
She hadn't bothered to introduce herself, so the detective thought he would
break the ice. "I'm Detective Lansing," he said. "What's your name?"
"I'm Melody," she said. He cringed a little and then caught himself every
time she would dangle her leg. "Are you a police officer?"
"Yes, I'm a detective with the homicide unit. I usually work late. I'm not
uniformed. What kind of work do you do, Melody?"
"I'm an entertainer. An exotic entertainer. I dance and whatever. It's
actually a lot of fun. It was what I always wanted to do anyway, but it took
me a few years to figure that out."
She took a long slow drag from her cigarette. Lansing felt a warm
electricity over his body and quickly kept the conversation going.
"I never really wanted to be a detective. I guess you could just say that I
fell into it."
"Have you ever been down to Tiller's Park by the lake?," she asked. "It's
really beautiful at night. Really, well, romantic. A lot of high school kids
hang out there. The park is really closed, but you can walk by the lake and
look at the moon. It's really peaceful this time of night."
Lansing knew where the park was, but had never been there after dark. He
just never considered these type of things. He was the kind of guy who just
went to work, did a good job, and then went home and watched t.v.
"Maybe I could take you there sometime. Maybe tonight."
As she said this, she put out her cigarette in a clear glass ashtray on the
counter and looked him directly in the eye. The question was almost a
pointless one, but he pretended to consider her offer.
"Sure, why not?"
Twenty minutes later, his aging black Pontiac wheeled into the parking lot
of the park. There was a clearly posted sign: PARK HOURS 8AM-SUNDOWN. It was
well past sundown.
As the two walked along the gravel beside the lake, Lansing looked down at
her beautiful purple high heels. They really showcased the beautiful curves
of her feet, which his eyes followed upward to her lavender miniskirt.
"You really are beautiful... you know that, don't you? I bet you're a lovely
dancer."
Melody blushed.
"Isn't it peaceful out here?," she whispered, "Most of the kids are gone by
now and the lake is still." She reached for his hand and held it softly.
"Can I kiss you?," he asked.
She nodded and he leaned toward her. She was wearing some exotic fragrance
that reminded him of incense or a tropical island. He wrapped his arms
around her and noticed that the closer he got, the more her perfume blended
with her own natural odor and the smell of her hair. Her hair smelled clean
but was mixed with a slight remnant of cigarette smoke. Finally, his lips
met hers.
Her lips were long and thin and they slowly opened, pushing her tongue into
his mouth. When he felt this, a jolt of electricity shot threw his entire
body to the point where he was almost breathless. He slowly began to slide
his hand down her back and stroke her cute round bottom. She moaned in
pleasure.
As they kissed, she slowly slid her hand down his pants until she reached
his throbbing erection and slowly began to rub it. At this point, Lansing
thought he would surely explode. Suddenly, in the distance, they heard a
voice.
"Can I help you folks with anything?", a deep voice bellowed as a bright
glaring light blinded their faces.
Melody and Lansing looked up and saw a portly looking, gray-headed police
officer staring at them from a few feet away.
"The park is closed," he said. "Closes at sunset."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Lansing said quickly, "We didn't know. We were just going
for a walk."
The officer nodded.
"Well, anyway, have a good night," Lansing said as he grabbed Melody by the
hand pulling her toward the parking lot.
"That _was_ beautiful," he said in the car. "How often do you go there?"
"Every now and then. Not as much as I used to. I only go there with someone
else. It's probably too dangerous to go alone at night."
"Yeah, I agree," said Lansing. He noticed that he still was sporting a
half-erection even after all the commotion.
Melody reached into the back seat toward her purse. As she did, she also
brought a small square package into the front seat. It was wrapped in brown
mailing paper and secured with a piece of tan yarn. She stared at it blankly
for a minute.
"What's that?", asked Lansing. Then he quickly added, "If you don't mind me
asking..".
"I don't know. That's the weirdest thing. I found it at my doorstep this
afternoon when I went to check the mail at my apartment. It didn't have any
address, any note, or anything. I thought I'd open it at the diner while I
drank my coffee. I didn't know if it was meant for my next door neighbor or
if it was from a secret admirer."
"A girl like you must have lots of secret admirers," Lansing said.
"I had a good time tonight." Melody paused and smiled at him. "I hope we can
do it again sometime. You know, take a walk by the lake or just meet for
coffee or whatever."
"That would be nice. Maybe discuss literature or something. Do you read
much?". Lansing stopped the flow of his thought instantly when he noticed
Melody slowly lifting up her miniskirt and reaching her hand down between
her legs.
Slowly, she lifted herself up in the seat as she slid off her white cotton
panties. Although his eyes strained between the moonlight, the streetlights,
and the passing shadows, he caught a quick glimpse of her beautiful crotch
as she pulled the panties down her long legs and then over her shoes.
"I want you to have this... as a present," she said and handed him the white
panties. Without thinking, he instantly held them to his nose and she
laughed. The wonderful musky odor of her sex filled his nostrils.
Suddenly, there was a loud thud as the Pontiac hit something in the road.
Both the passengers were slung forward and the impact was so strong that
Lansing barely even needed to slam on the brakes.
"We hit something," Melody screamed.
"Are you ok?", Lansing asked.
"Yes, I'm fine.. did we hit a deer or something?"
"I don't know. Are you sure you're ok? Stay in the car."
Lansing slowly opened the door to the Pontiac and stepped out of the car on
to the dark road. He walked forward and you could hear the bottom of his
dark wingtip shoes moving step-by-step across the pavement. He walked until
he was standing in front of the headlights, then he paused and looked down.
Then he walked back to the car, got inside and shut the door.
"Is it a deer? Did we hit a deer?", Melody asked.
"No, it's not a deer. It's a dead body."
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Story continues in THE PURPLE CANDLE PT.2
(c) 2000 by V. Rupp. No reprint without permission.
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