Anita Reaming - Free Spirit

Free Spirit

An Anita Reaming Mystery

By Magda McKune

Chapter 1

It had been a busy night at Big Jack's Gentleman's club. I liked it that way. It made the evening go fast. And as a topless waitress, you tend to get better tips with a big crowd. There's a higher energy level for the topless pole dancers as well. Of course, you get your ass and tits groped more, but that just goes with the territory. One cannot parade around a bunch of horny drunks wearing nothing but a narrow thong and high heels without having your flesh fondled a bit.

As it neared midnight, the patrons began to grow fewer and the customers less rowdy. I also liked that time of night as well. It gave me a chance to flirt with the clients and play around a bit more when we were not so busy. I could single out some young lad who had never been to a tittie bar before and sit on his lap, drape my arms around his neck and give him a good gander of my 34-inch boobies up close and personal. It always amused me. Inexperienced young boys never knew whether to brazenly feel my bare chest and ass or try to act cool and casual as if having a sexy naked brunette come on to them was an everyday occurrence. Or I would find a lonely guy and offer him some extra attention. Sometimes men came to topless bars not to ogle and leer, but to appreciate the female form in all its glory. And we sure had some beautiful sexy ladies that could more than adequately fill that need.

I glanced up at the elevated stage to see my housemate and lover Laymee twirling around a silver pole, her long silky black hair whipping about her bare shoulders and back. She was a gorgeous Asian gal, slender and tanned with petite boobs and a tight little ass. And she was one wild and satisfying lover. The girl freely admitted she was a nymphomaniac and it was all I could do to satisfy her carnal appetite. That was why I encouraged her to have other lovers - men and women alike in order to quell her lust and give me an occasional rest.

But there was no doubt in either of our hearts and minds that we loved each other as deeply as two beings could. Though we each had sex with other partners, we always knew we would end up in each other's arms when it was over. Laymee and I met at the club and arranged to share a house together. But we soon fell in love and became partners, exploring all that our bodies could give and receive. We held no illusion that we would still want to make love to men as well. Hey, loving a woman is great, but there was no substitute for a nice piece of cock meat between your legs. And with so many naked ladies parading around the club in the buff, we most certainly had to bed them on occasion as well. A three or four-way orgy with the sexy chicks from Big Jack's was not an unusual occurrence. But the girls all knew Laymee and I were a couple and never tried to come between us.

Yes, Laymee and I had the perfect relationship. We found love in each other's arms and sex with whomever happened to get us aroused.

I was carrying a tray of empty bottles and glasses to the bar when my eye caught sight of a beautiful blonde woman sitting by herself at a table. She was staring at me with a wry smile across her lips. The lady was wearing a lavender short sleeve blouse and a white skirt that fell halfway to her knees. She had a very pretty face and nice figure, her ash blonde hair hanging a few inches past her shoulders.

It was not so rare to see a lady at a gentleman's club. Big Jack's wasn't your typical club. Our membership was not restricted to solely the male gender. All one had to do was flash some cash at the front door and sign our membership book and wham! You're a bona fide member of the club.

Sometimes ladies came alone or in groups to the club. I reckon it was so they could live out their fantasies of what it would be like to bare it all as a thong-wearing waitress or entertain the crowd as a sensuous pole dancer. Or maybe they came to ogle female flesh like the male patrons. Hey, to each their own. I sure didn't mind leering at some of the hot honeys we had working at our quaint little tittie bar myself.

I strolled over to the woman and smiled cordially at her. "Can I get you anything?"

The lady responded, "I'm fine thanks." She regarded me thoughtfully. "You're Anita Reaming, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am." I set my tray on her table. "Do I know you?"

"No."

"But you seem to know me."

The blonde offered a knowing smile. "I must confess, I asked the other girls about you."

"Oh really?" I rested my hip against her table. "Why is that?"

"Because I'm interested in you."

I leaned closer to her and placed my palm on the table, my chest dangling before her. "Anything in particular that you find especially interesting?"

The woman glanced at my tits and returned a wide smile. "A couple of things come to mind."

"Is that all?"

"I simply find you quite stimulating."

I smiled demurely at her. "Any woman who finds me stimulating definitely piques my curiosity."

The blonde glanced at my titties hanging before her. "Looks like something besides your curiosity is getting peaked. Your nipples are hard as pencil erasers."

I grinned seductively. "I can't help it. You seem to have that effect on me."

"I'm flattered. It's not very often I get such an immediate and visibly pleasing reaction from women."

I straightened and rested my hand on my hip. "I sincerely doubt that."

The lady offered her hand to me. "Forgive me for being so rude. My name is Candy. Candy Dancer."

I accepted her shake. "I'm pleased to meet you."

"Now that we are formally introduced, is there somewhere we can be alone?"

Wow. This hot chick didn't waste any time. You got to respect a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it. "There are some booths in back where can we give customers a lap dance."

"Sounds perfect."

"You want me to give you a lap dance?"

Candy's eyes twinkled with delight. "Sure! I've never had a sexy woman give me a lap dance before."

I didn't know why it surprised me like it did. I've given plenty of ladies lap dances before, but never to a girl as attractive as she. This chick was a real knockout and I would eagerly hump her bones for free if she asked me to.

I smiled and jerked my head to the back of the room. "Come on. Let's go." We stopped by the bar long enough for me to drop off my tray of empties. I caught the attention of the big-titted blonde bartender. "Muffy, I'll be in back for a short while."

The woman eyed my pretty companion and gave a knowing grin. "Have fun!"

I led Miss Dancer down a corridor past the bathrooms and a changing room for us girls to a large room in the back. It was sectioned off into eight-foot square booths with a red pleated curtain across the front. I ushered my client into a booth and drew the curtain closed behind us. "Have a seat," I offered. Candy sat on the padded bench at the rear of the booth as I adjusted the speaker on the wall. It let in the same music that was playing out in the front room but not so loud.

I raised my arms and piled my dark tresses atop my head and began rocking my hips to the beat. "You ever have a lap dance before?" I asked.

"No."

"Then I better make this one the best I can." I turned my back to her and swayed my ass to her face. "So why the interest in me?"

"You are a very sexy woman. You excite me."

I leered at her over my shoulder. "Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet!" I dropped my arms and twirled around twice, stopping to face her. I leaned toward her and cupped my tits in my palms, my body rocking to the rhythm of the music. "I promise, you're about to get a whole lot more excited."

Candy clamped her knees together and held the bench with her hands at her sides. "I have absolutely no doubt about that."

I lowered to my knees and leaned back, arching my spine and jutting my boobs to the ceiling. "You like my titties, Candy?"

"Hell, yes."

I straightened and leaned forward, resting my hands on her knees. I grinned up at her and swayed my body to the music. "You want to feel my titties, Candy?"

She stared at me without expression. "Yes."

I rose to stand, my hands on her knees and breasts hanging before her. "Feel my tits." Candy raised her hands and tenderly caressed my soft full mounds. "Oh yes," I exhaled lustfully. "You have such a gentle touch."

"You are a very sexy woman."

"I happen to think you're pretty hot yourself."

The girl grinned lustfully, her fingers groping my hanging hooters. "I want you to come home with me."

I straightened and moved my legs to straddle her lap. "You got to respect a woman who knows what she wants."

"In fact; I want you to sleep with me."

I sat on her lap facing her. I rested my arms on her shoulders and regarded the woman with a demure smile. "That's rather forward of you to say."

Candy slid her hands down my sides to grope my ass. "As you said, I'm a woman who knows what she wants."

"Before I say yes to sleeping with you, I need to have a sample of what you have to offer." I leaned closer and pressed my lips to hers. Candy groped my rear, her tongue snaking into my mouth. I kissed her hungrily. I was really getting hot for this woman and I could tell she was interested in me. I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her mouth tighter to mine. I knew at that instant that we would be sharing a bed before the night was over.

I kissed her neck under her left ear. "I always dance better when the customer is completely at ease." I leaned back and eyed her lustfully as my fingers unfastened the buttons down the front of her blouse.

Candy slid her hands up my naked back. "I don't know if you're making me more comfortable or not."

"Do I make you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, just excited as hell."

I nuzzled her neck. "That's good." I opened the front of her blouse and groped her chest in the lace brassiere. "You have nice tits."

"So do you."

I leaned back and smiled seductively at her. "Let me see what else you have." I rose from her lap and took a step back, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. I slid my hands over her thighs and up under her short skirt. I leered up at her. "Do I excite you?"

"Hell yes."

I moved my hands under her skirt to her hips. "Do I get you wet?"

"Ho yeah. Very wet."

I hooked my fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties and tugged them down her legs. "I'll have to see that for myself." Candy raised her rear of the bench seat and allowed me to peel her briefs off her legs. I set them on the floor beside me. I parted her legs with my hands and slid my fingers along the insides of her thighs to her crotch. My fingers brushed her pubic muff and the soft delicate folds of her vagina. "Ooh, you are wet!"

"Damn, you are so erotic," she breathed lustfully.

"Have you ever made love to a woman before?"

"A couple of times."

I eased her legs wider with my hands. "Then you wouldn't mind if I eat your pussy, do you?"

"No."

I grinned up at her and pushed her skirt to her waist. "Beg me."

"What?"

"Bed me to eat your pussy."

Candy stared down at me. "Please eat my pussy, Anita."

I moved my face closer to her cunt and flicked my tongue out, lightly tickling the soft delicate folds. The woman gasped and shuddered. I licked her again, my tongue swirling over and around her damp vagina.

"Oh yes," she moaned, raking her fingers through my dark tresses. "That feels great."

I slid my hands between her legs and spread her pussy lips wider with my thumbs. My tongue probed into her damp snatch and tickled the sensitive nub of her clitoris. The girl trembled in my hands. "You taste so delicious," I murmured into her cunt. "So wet and juicy."

"Oh yes," she panted, her hands pulling my face tighter to her twat. "You make me so wet."

"Tell me how wet I'm making you."

"So damn wet!"

I lapped her hungrily, my fingers rubbing her clitoris as my tongue probed her vaginal lips. "Are you going to cum?"

"Oh yes," she mewed. "I'm going to cum."

"Cum in my mouth."

"Oh, fuck yes!"

I probed one finger into her damp slit and I flicked my tongue over her clit. "Cum in my mouth."

"I'm cumming... oh yes... oh God yes... YES!" Her body suddenly shuddered and jerked, a flow of nookie nectar gushing from her sated slit. I lapped up every delicious drop, the woman writhing and gasping breathlessly as she climaxed onto my probing tongue. At last, she collapsed on the bench, spent and content.

I leaned back on my heels and grinned up at her. "You okay, honey?"

Candy smiled dreamily. "I'm wonderful." She tenderly stroked her fingers through my hair. "You are definitely coming home with me tonight."

I grinned and rose to my feet, her panties dangling from my fingers. "Then we certainly won't be needing these." I set her briefs on a shelf by her head. "Come on," I smiled, offering her a hand up. "Let's blow this joint."

Candy stood and took me into an intimate embrace. Her arms wrapped around my waist and her hands groped my bare butt cheeks. "You are one sensuous and exciting woman," she leered.

"Is that why you were stalking me?" I grinned.

"No, but now that I've had a taste of your talents, I certainly will be." Her mouth met mine in a long passionate kiss. "I want to fuck you so badly, Anita," she panted into my mouth.

I slid my hands down her hips and under her skirt to feel her bare ass. "Save some of that for later, baby. I wouldn't want you to wear out too soon."

The woman grinned at me seductively. "Don't you worry about that!"

I led the way from the back room to the hallway and stopped at the door to the dancers' dressing room. "Go have a drink out front," I said. "I need to change into my street clothes."

Candy caressed my loosely hanging boob with her fingers. "You're not going to come home with me like this?"

"I won't be leaving naked, but I'm quite certain I'll eventually end up that way."

"You got that right."

She kissed me and left me alone. I entered the dressing room to find my partner and roommate Laymee changing into her pink blouse and denim jeans. "Hey, baby," I smiled, giving her a smooch on the cheek. "I have a date tonight, so you can have my car if you want."

Laymee slipped her feet into her sandals. "Me too. I was about to tell you that Muffy wanted to have sex tonight. You know I'm always up for some sex with that bit-titted blonde."

My friend freely admitted that she was a certified nymphomaniac. "You're up for sex with anyone, anytime, anywhere."

"You got that right."

I pulled off my thong and stepped into a short black miniskirt. Laymee moved to me and took me into a warm hug. "Have fun tonight."

"You too." She kissed me softly on the lips and left.

I walked into the front room wearing a black miniskirt and a tight light blue tee shirt. I never wore panties or a brassiere. After strutting my stuff for drunk leering strangers all night, what did I care if the salesclerk at the convenience store got a gander of my nipples through a revealing top? Plus, I was glad to be rid of that damned thong. It made me feel like I had a wedgie up the crack of my ass. And living with a perpetually-horny nymphomaniac like Laymee, undergarments only got in the way when we were in the mood for some quick gratuitous sex, which was most nights after we got off from work. Staring at female flesh all evening and being pawed and groped by lecherous customers usually served to keep our overly active libidos in overdrive.

Candy sat with her legs crossed at the knees, her skirt hiked up to her crotch. I sauntered sexily over to her and sat in the chair at her side. "Hello baby," I cooed seductively, draping my arm across her back. "You doing anything tonight?"

The woman smiled with amusement. "Actually, I'm waiting for someone."

I rested my free hand on her knee. "Is this person hot for your sexy body?"

"I'm pretty sure she is, yes."

I slid my hand up her leg to the hem of her skirt. "Does she know how to satisfy a woman?"

Candy nodded with a grin. "I'm pretty sure about that too."

I leaned closer, my lips near to her ear. "Was she going to fuck you tonight?"

"I was hoping she would."

I flicked my tongue out and traced the tip along the edge of her ear. "To hell with your friend," I exhaled lustily, my breath hot on the side of her face. "Let's go back to your place and fuck."

Candy turned her head and pressed her lips to mine. She uncrossed her legs and brought her hand up to fondle my breast in the tight tee shirt. I slipped my hand under her skirt and touched my fingertips to the soft delicate folds of her damp vagina. The woman expelled her breath into my mouth. "Let's get out of here." She rose to stand and picked up her clutch purse from the table. "My car is out front." I followed her out the front door to the parking lot. "Are you going to get into trouble for leaving early?" Candy asked.

"Nope. I told Muffy the bartender I was cutting out. After midnight, the crowd thins out anyway. Ruby and Sally and Amber can handle the rest of the customers." Candy led the way to a brand-new red Mercedes. "Sweet ride," I nodded with approval.

My companion returned a bright smile as she pressed the button on a remote device to unlock the doors. "Hop in."

I climbed into the passenger side as my hostess slid behind the wheel. The car was roomy with soft cream-colored leather seats and that fresh new car smell. I was glad I didn't offer her a ride in my tiny blue Honda Civic.

She started the car and pulled from the lot. "Let me guess," I grinned. "Bags of old family money but you're not one for hobnobbing with the snobs in high society."

Candy flashed me a knowing smile. "How did you guess?"

"A woman drives a car worth more than I make in a year to a tittie bar. Not exactly the behavior of your typical society's elite."

Miss Dancer laughed. "You have me pegged on both counts. My father made millions on wise investments at the dawn of the dot-com craze. He was also smart enough to get out before they went bust. My father died several years ago and now it's only me, all alone." Candy glanced at me and offered a wry smile. "I don't feel comfortable going stag to those snobbish parties."

I rested my hand on her knee. "Lady, if I had known you were rich and lonely from the get-go, I'd have been the one stalking you, not the other way around."

The woman looked at me and back out the windshield at the darkened road. "Would it have made a difference?"

"Of course not, darling. You are a very sexy and beautiful woman. I promise I will never ask you for anything. Except maybe for you to take your clothes off."

Candy laughed and dropped her hand from the steering wheel onto my hand top her leg. "You don't know how happy that makes me."

I gave her leg a squeeze. "Lover-girl, making you happy is what this night is all about!"

Chapter 2

My jaw dropped as we steered up a long driveway to the stately Dancer Mansion. The building was huge - two stories with thirty rooms at least. "You live in this place all by yourself?" I gaped incredulous.

"Yes. I have a housekeeper who comes in the afternoons. No maid or butler, I'm afraid. And since it's only me, I didn't see any need to hiring a cook either."

"I sort of know what you mean. I'm a carry-out meals kinda gal myself."

We climbed out and ascended the steps to the double oak front doors. Candy let us in and switched on the light. I felt like I was on a stage set for Cinderella. The floor of the foyer was gray marble and a huge crystal chandelier hung overhead. The entryway was almost as big as my entire house. A suit of armor stood to our right and heraldic tapestries and weapons decorated the walls. "Doesn't exactly have a woman's touch," I observed dryly.

Candy led me into a side room. It had dark paneling on the walls and red leather furniture. Some sort of parlor, I imagined. "My father was the one who decorated the house," she explained. "After he died, I couldn't decide what I wanted to do with this place. I didn't want to sell it or drastically change things around here, you know? I suppose it's my way of preserving a connection between me and my father. If I remind myself of my family, perhaps I won't feel so alone here." Candy moved behind a bar on our right. "Cocktail?"

"Sure. Whatever you're having."

"Gin and tonic?"

"Fine."

She began to mix us some drinks. "I suppose someday I'll redecorate. Make this place my own, you know what I mean? Or maybe I'll sell it. This ancient behemoth is a bit much for one person to live in."

"You could always rent it out to a movie studio. It looks like one of those creepy old mansions you find in monster movies." I accepted a glass from her and sheepishly shrugged a shoulder. "Sorry. No offense."

"None taken. You're right. It does give the appearance of a ghostly manor." She took a sip of her drink and moved around to my side of the bar. "Would you like some music?"

"Sure."

Candy set her glass down and crossed to a stereo in a wall unit. "I was very intrigued by your sexy dancing tonight."

"My lap dance?"

"Yes." She switched the stereo on and adjusted the tuner to an old rhythm and blues station. "I would like to return the favor."

"Oh?"

Candy turned and sashayed back to me. "Allow this lady to give you her own version of a lap dance to you." She took my hands in hers and led me to a chair. "Is this music sexy enough?"

The band played a sensuous 6/8 beat with a bump and grind flair. "Very sexy."

"Good." She guided me to the middle of the sofa and began swaying her hips in time with the music. "Hopefully my performance will be more erotic than comical."

I sat on the edge of the cushion and smiled at her. "Just be yourself and I guarantee you'll turn this lady on."

Candy grinned and rocked her body to the sensuous beat. "Tell me how to be a sexy dancer."

"Well, first of all, you need to touch your body. Caress it - smooth your hands over it. Make your audience wish they were their hands touching you."

The woman slid her hands down her sides and over her hips. "Like this?" She smoothed her fingers across her abdomen and up around the mounds of her tits.

"You're getting the idea."

"What else?"

"The customer always likes it when you talk dirty."

My performer leered at me and caressed her hands over her breasts. "You like my titties?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"You have beautiful tits."

Candy twirled around and stopped with her back to me. She smiled sexily over her shoulder. "What about my ass?"

"You have a magnificent ass."

She rocked her body back and forth in time to the sensuous tempo. "What next?"

"The last rule is to include the customer in your dance."

The girl grinned over her shoulder at me and bent slightly at the waist. "Feel my ass."

I raised my hands and groped her butt in the tight skirt. "You have a very nice ass."

Candy grinned at me over her shoulder. She brought her hands around and placed them on top of mine on her rear. "I like it when you touch me."

"You have a very touchable body."

"So do you." The girl turned to face me and straddled her knees on the sofa cushions on either side of my hips to sit on my lap facing me. She hooked her hands on my shoulders and eyed me lustfully. "Hold my ass again." I did as she commanded, squeezing her butt cheeks in my palms. The woman slid one hand down my neck and caressed her fingers over my breasts. "You have beautiful tits." She tweaked the pointed outline of my nipple in the tight tee shirt. "I can see that I am getting you excited."

"You are definitely doing that."

She slid her hand lower and up under my top to feel my tit. "Your skin is so soft and smooth." She cupped my boob in her palm and leaned down, gently biting the pointed nipple through the thin material.

"Oh yes," I shuddered. "You are so erotic."

Candy leered at me, happy to find that her lap-dance was so well-received. "Let's see how excited this lady is getting." She moved her hand down my tummy and under my short skirt to feel my vagina. "You're very wet," she grinned.

"You're making me wet."

She pressed her fingers into my damp slit. "You are a very hot woman," she purred throatily. Candy held my shoulder with one hand and finger-fucked me with the other. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Hell yes!"

"Beg me."

"Please fuck me, Candy."

My partner smiled seductively and began bucking her hips on my lap, her fingers ramming deep into me with every thrust. I stared at her. It was if she was really fucking me! I gripped her ass cheeks and pulled her tighter to me with every penetration. It felt like she had a cock that was drilling in and out of my hot wet cunt! Damn! For a novice at making love to a woman, this chick sure was a fast learner!

Candy shoved her fingers in and out of my damp snatch as she humped my lap. I felt the juices welling up inside me and I knew I wasn't far from a climax. "Oh, fuck yes," I mewed, clenching her ass cheeks in my palms. "You're going to make me cum."

My lover continued thrusting her digit into my wet cunt. "Tell me you like me fucking you."

"Oh baby," I panted breathlessly. "I love it when you fuck my wet pussy!" My body suddenly shivered and shook, a gush of cunt juice exploding onto her fingers. I pulled her body tightly to my chest and wrapped my arms around her back, my hips jerking as I came onto her hand. "Holy fuck!" I gasped, clutching her to my bosom. "You are fantastic!"

"Did you cum?"

I leaned back and smiled into her eyes. "Lover, do you even have to ask?"

Candy removed her fingers from my dripping snatch and raised them to her lips to lick the glistening nectar from the tips. "So how did I do with my first lap dance?"

"Honey, you did excellent! A five-star performance!"

She licked the juice from her fingers and kissed me, my cunt cream salty and sweet on her tongue. "Then maybe you'll let me do you again sometime, now that I've had a bit of experience."

I kissed her and smoothed my hands along her spine. "Girl, you can do me any time you want!"

My partner smiled warmly at me. "You're sweet."

She rose to her feet and I stood beside her. I took her hand in mine and smiled at her. "Let's continue this in the bedroom."

Candy smiled and turned, leading me by the hand to the foyer and up the staircase to the upper level. We entered a room with a four-poster bed with a canopy above. It was comfortable and roomy, much more spacious than my bedroom at home.

"This is like a fancy hotel," I giggled gleefully.

My hostess gave me a wry smile over her shoulder as she moved to light a candle on the table next to the bed. "But the room service is much better here."

"I hope so."

Candy turned back to me and led me to the side of the bed. She stood holding my hands facing me. "I'm not quite sure what to do."

"I thought you said you had been with a woman before."

"I have, but I want to be good for you. I don't want to ruin this for us."

"You will be wonderful, darling," I cooed, moving closer and meeting her lips in a tender kiss. "Just relax and allow yourself to give and experience pleasure." I lifted her hands to my tee shirt. "Undress me."

Candy peeled my top up over my head and dropped it onto the floor. She eased my mini skirt over my hips and down my legs. I stepped out of my skirt and stood before her stark naked in the flickering orange glow of the candle light.

"You are so beautiful," she breathed in reverent awe.

"My turn."

I unbuttoned her blouse and eased it from her shoulders to the floor. I reached around her back and unfastened the clasp of her bra, shedding it from her arms and casting it aside. I pushed her shirt off her hips, the garment falling silently to her feet. Miss Dancer was a very lovely woman with a fabulous figure.

"Let's get into bed."

Candy lifted the sheets and slid under the covers. I climbed in beside her. We held each other in our arms and kissed, our embrace growing with heated passion. Soon we were kissing and groping one another, sucking our tits and fingering each other's pussy. Candy freely gave in to her carnal impulses, touching me where she hoped I would respond with sensual pleasure. She moaned and gasped with mounting arousal, savoring my caress and fondling of her delicate flesh.

We rolled under the sheets entwined in a mad passionate embrace; our sweaty skin pressed together as we explored our sensual desires with one another. We were wild and savage, tender and loving. We served each other and received pleasure in return. Candy cried out in ecstasy and wept like a baby, her body exploding in my arms with wave after wave of satisfying release. She was good for me too, driving me to the very edge of orgasmic oblivion and beyond.

At last, we lay spent and content in each other's arms, basking in the warm afterglow of a truly sensational fuck.

I lay at her side, my cheek resting on her shoulder and my arm wedged between her breasts. Candy tenderly smoothed her fingers along my spine. "Was I good for you?" she whispered softly.

"Oh baby, I'm surprised you even have to ask." I craned my lips up to smooch her on the jaw. "You gave this girl Fourth, Fifth and Sixth of July."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I'm glad."

"Not half as glad as me." I snuggled closer into her naked body. "This has been a thoroughly enjoyable evening."

"It has for me too."

I nuzzled my face against her neck. "You mind if I get some sleep, darling? It's been a long night and you wore this poor girl out."

Candy caressed her fingers along my back. "Is there any possibility of us making love again in the morning?"

I tilted my face up and kissed her cheek. "Girl, if you're still in this bed in the morning, I can practically guarantee it."

The girl smiled lovingly and kissed me on the lips. "I was hoping you would say that." She turned her head and blew out the candle. "In that case, I'll let you get some rest."

I cuddled my body to hers. "Pleasant dreams."

She sighed contentedly and stroked her fingers along my shoulder. "They will be now."

I stirred awake to fingers gently peeling back the covers from my naked body. I cracked open my eyes and could barely discern a figure in the darkness standing beside the bed. It was Candy. She was wearing a long white dressing gown to her ankles, her blonde hair cascading loosely over her shoulders. The girl eased the sheet away from my chest to my waist and caressed my bare breasts with her delicate hands.

"Oh yes," I sighed dreamily. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation of her tender touch. My arms lay limp at my sides as I allowed her to gently fondle my full soft mounds. I expelled my breath in a contented sigh as I felt her sweet lips meet my nipple. "Oh baby," I cooed softly. The girl's hands smoothed over my abdomen and around the curves of my breasts. Candy must have awakened in the middle of the night and put on a dressing gown, then came around to my side of the bed to make love to me. She could have just as easily rolled over in bed and roused me from my slumber. This way was much more sensual and delicious and erotic.

Candy moved her mouth to my other nipple and slid her hand under the sheet to feel my pubic mound. Her fingertips raked over my curly hairs and I felt my loins tingling with arousal. This girl definitely knew how to turn me on. I lay immobile and allowed her to seduce me. She moved her mouth to my other breast, her fingers inching between my legs and into the soft delicate folds of my vagina. I expelled my breath in a deep sigh of satisfaction. I was starting to get wet and aroused. It was like some erotic dream; a fantasy woman come to my bed to pay homage to my naked body. She sucked my nipple and swirled her tongue around the tip as her finger eased in and out of my damp slit. My body writhed with carnal stimulation as she slid another finger inside me. She gently began fucking me with two fingers. I spread my legs wider and lolled my head on the pillow. It was so sensuous and delicious.

Candy curled her fingers inside me and raked the tips over my G-spot. My cunny tingled with sensual stimulation. This lady was surprisingly skilled at satisfying a woman. She seemed so timid and shy earlier. Her fingers stroked my G-spot as her thumb rubbed my clitoris. My vagina tingled with arousal. I knew it wouldn't be too long before she would drive me to a climax.

I lay limp upon the bed, my arms at my sides as my lover licked and fingered me to a sensual release. The soft touch of her long hair tickled my titties. I cracked my eyes to see her head shrouded by her blonde tresses as she licked my breast. I could feel the juices welling up inside me and knew I was going to cum.

My body began to quiver and I squeezed my eyes shut, my loins sparking with static electricity. I suddenly jerked and spasmed, a gush of cunt cream flowing over her probing fingers. I shuddered and twitched, my sated pussy seeping with sticky jizm down the crack of my ass.

"Oh God," I moaned softly as she straightened at my side. "You are so fucking great."

"Hmmm?" Candy murmured from under the sheet next to me. "What did you say?"

I rolled to my side toward her and reached out, feeling the woman's warm form on the bed beside me. "What the hell?" I glanced back at the side of the bed. My fantasy lover was gone. "That was really weird."

Candy rolled to me and gazed dreamily into my eyes. "What are you talking about?"

I rested my hand on her bare tummy. She wasn't wearing a nightgown. "Did you just make love to me?"

"Mmm, yes," she purred sexily, edging nearer and wrapping her arms around my neck. "And you certainly know how to satisfy this lady."

"I meant, a moment ago."

Candy wrinkled her forehead with a perplexed expression. "What are you talking about?"

"I swore you were standing by the bed and seduced me just now."

My partner snuggled into my arms. "It must have been a dream."

"A very real and erotic dream."

She purred lovingly and pressed her naked body to mine. "You can seduce me and make me part of your erotic dream."

I regarded her curiously. Either something really strange was going on with this chick or I just experienced the most vivid wet dream I ever had in my life.

Glints of morning sunshine peeked through the parts in the bedroom curtains. I gradually grew awake to find a naked woman sleeping under the sheets beside me. I rolled onto my side toward her and smoothed my hand over her bare back to her rear. She was definitely real, all right.

Candy lolled her head to me and purred contentedly. "Morning," she murmured.

"Good morning." I caressed my hand along her spine and over her shoulder. "Did you sleep all right?"

"Mmmm, yes. But it wasn't the sleeping part that I liked the best." She moved her hand from under her pillow to fondle my breast. "The best part was before I fell asleep."

I fell silent as I stroked my fingers over her back. "I had the strangest dream last night," I mused. "It seemed so real."

"What was it?"

"I dreamed you made love to me."

Candy grinned seductively. "That was very real, lover-girl."

"Not that part, silly. In the middle of the night, after I fell asleep. I woke up to find you dressed in a long white gown standing by the side of the bed. You made love to me. The next thing I knew you were in bed next to me asleep. I looked back and the woman in white was gone."

Candy shifted onto her side and stared at me curiously. "She made love to you?"

"Yes, she did. I mean, you did. At least I thought you did." I expelled my breath in a huff of exasperation. "It all seemed so real."

My lover caressed her hand over my arm. "I have to tell you something, and I don't blame you if you hate me for it."

"Hate you? Why on earth would I do that?"

"Because that was the real reason I wanted you to come home with me last night."

"I don't understand."

Miss Dancer held a pensive expression. "That girl who made love to you last night was my twin sister, Taffy."

"Your twin sister is here with you?"

"In a sense. You see, my sister died eight years ago."

"Whoa, wait a minute. You're saying I was buggered by a ghost?"

"Yes."

I dropped my head onto the pillow. "Shit! I liked it better when it was a wet dream."

Candy shifted up onto her elbow and gazed down at me. "I wouldn't blame you if you were angry with me. To be honest, Taffy was the real reason I invited you here last night. When she came to you, that was the third time in as many days that she appeared in my bedroom. I thought I was going crazy. I couldn't tell the police about her. They'd never believe me. So I contacted you. I heard you were a private investigator and a very good one. Your answering machine said you could be found at Big Jack's Gentleman's Club if you were not in the office. I went down there to meet you. I never imagined you would be so sexy and so smoking hot." She smoothed her fingers over my bare chest. "I wanted to hire you to find out the truth about Taffy, but after I met you, I only wanted to make love with you. I didn't care about my sister's ghost." She absently drew her fingers around the contours of my breast. "I can't blame you for being angry with me. If I told you the truth when I first met you, you would never have come home with me and seen her for yourself."

I raised my hand and gently caressed her hanging breast. "I must admit, I probably wouldn't have believed you if you told me the real reason you contacted me. I probably would have told you to hire a psychiatrist or an exorcist rather than a private investigator." I smoothed my hand down over her abdomen to her navel. "But I have to say, I really like the way you got me interested in this case."

Candy smiled and stroked her hand over my boobs. "That part was all one hundred percent real. From the moment I laid eyes on you I knew I wanted to hop in the sack and make love to you. I don't know why, but I happen to find you extremely sexy and arousing. It wasn't until after you woke me last night and told me about Taffy coming to you that I remembered the real reason for wanting you to come home with me in the first place. Before that, I didn't care. All I wanted was for you to stay in my bed and make love to me. When you told me about your experience with her, I couldn't tell you who she was. You would have gotten angry with me and left. I didn't want that to happen."

I slid my hand over onto her bare hip. "What do you want me to do?"

The woman gave me a demure smile and caressed her fingers over my tits. "I want you to make love to me."

I grinned at her. "And then?"

"I want you to make Taffy go away."

I moved my hand over her hip to her thigh. "I could probably do one of those things for you."

Candy leaned down and touched her lips to mine. "If I had my choice, I would take the former and forget the latter."

I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her naked body onto mine. "Let's focus on the first task, and then we'll see about the other."

After we made love again, we got dressed and Candy drove us to a nearby International House of Pancakes. We had a leisurely conversation over a nice breakfast and chatted about me being an exotic dancer and private investigator. Candy was a very sweet woman but a bit shy and reserved. I imagined that if she didn't need to hire me as a private eye, she never would have come to the club. We most likely would not have met at all. It's strange how things work out sometimes. We both discovered that Candy Dancer could be a very loving and satisfying partner. If it weren't for her deceased sister, we may never have met and would never have shared such an intimate night together.

I offered to pay the tab, explaining I could write it off as a business expense. Candy laughed. She had bundles of cash and wouldn't mind paying for a pancake breakfast at the local IHOP.

Candy pulled her car into our driveway and parked behind my tiny Blue Honda Civic. "Call me in a little while, okay?" she asked eagerly.

"It may not be too soon," I laughed. "I might want to take a nap."

"Rest up for tonight?" she grinned seductively.

"Tonight?"

"You're coming over to my place. Compare notes and discuss the case over drinks?"

"I'm thinking you want to compare notes over your mattress."

"Am I that transparent?"

"Your hand on my bare thigh was a dead giveaway."

She slid her palm higher and under the hem of my short skirt. "Merely giving you a sample of what's in store for you later."

"You seem rather sure of yourself."

"Wishful thinking is all."

"Sometimes wishes come true, you know. Especially when a girl has been very good."

The woman removed her hand from my leg and hooked her hand behind my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. "I can be very very good," she exhaled lustfully into my mouth.

"I know you can."

She let me up for air and smiled demurely. "I'm getting excited just thinking about it."

I grinned and raised my hand to caress her cheek. "Save some of that excitement for later, lover-girl."

Candy's hand slid down my neck and over my breast in the tight tee shirt. "Then it's a yes?"

I laughed and smoothed my fingers over her jaw. "You make an offer that is very hard to resist."

"That was my intention all along." She kissed me again. "See you later."

"Sure."

I climbed out of the car and waved as she backed from the driveway and drove away. I entered the house through the kitchen door and crossed through the living room toward the bedrooms.

Muffy stepped out of the bathroom with a large pink towel wrapped around her body and knotted over her big round artificial boobs. "Hi, Neets," she grinned happily. We exchanged smooches on the cheek. "Long night?"

"About as long as yours from the looks of things. Is Laymee still asleep?"

"She was all tuckered out, poor thing. I must have been too much for her."

"That must have been some wild night for you to wear a nymphomaniac out."

The buxom blonde gave me a playful grin. "Laymee isn't the only one with a healthy sexual appetite!"

I set my purse aside. "Well, since you are done with the shower, I think I'll take one myself."

"I can help you with that."

"And then I want to go to bed."

"I can help you with that too."

I chuckled and smoothed my hand over her bare arm. "I should have thought you would have had your fill of female flesh last night."

"And also this morning," she added. The girl took my hand and led me into the bathroom. "It's no big deal. You can stand under the spray and I can soap you up."

"Grope me up, you mean."

"That too." She closed the bathroom door behind us. "Take your clothes off. Unless you prefer I do that for you."

I laughed as she bent into the tub and turned on the water. "I can probably guess which option you would prefer."

"You're probably right."

Muffy adjusted the spray and turned to me, opening her towel and baring her fabulous figure to me. "Holy fuck!" I gaped, pushing my mini skirt over my hips and down my legs. "I never cease to be amazed at what a phenomenal body you have."

The woman moved close to me with a wry smile and peeled my tee shirt up over my head. "After we lather up and get cleaned off, you can admire this body in the bedroom all you want."

I grinned and fondled her huge round melons. "What if I want to work you into a lather as well?"

Muffy stepped closer and pressed her lips to mine in a lingering kiss. "Then that would be okay too." She smoothed her hands over my shoulders and down my back. "Let's take a shower together."

"I'm already wet, you hot woman you."

Muffy leaned back and eyed me lustfully. "Then let's get wet together."

I caressed her large mounds as her hands moved down my sides to my ass. "You're not the only one with a healthy sexual appetite, you know."

"Mmmm," she exhaled, her mouth meeting mine in a passionate kiss. "Then let me satisfy that appetite for you."

I slipped off my mini skirt and shoes and stepped into the shower with her. As much as I loved feeling Laymee's lean and athletic body, there is something to be said about feeling large ripe melons like Muffy's in my hands. My lusty companion poured a dollop of body wash onto her palm and smeared her hands over my bare chest. I caressed her soft flesh over her shoulders and down her arms as she lathered my boobs. I leaned closer to meet her lips in a passionate kiss; our soapy tits crushed together under the fine shower spray.

We soaped and groped one another standing under the warm pelting water. Feeling Muffy's sensuous body against mine got me horny and aroused. I pictured in my mind making love to her on our bed afterward. My cunt tingled with anticipation. I kissed her hungrily and groped her butt cheeks with my fingers.

"You are one hot woman," Muffy panted breathlessly into my mouth.

"You make me hot." Her hand slipped between our bodies and I felt her fingers probe my damp snatch. "God, yes," I moaned into her mouth. "You got me so wet."

Muffy instantly dropped to squat on her haunches in front of me and pressed her face to my vagina. My body quivered with arousal as her tongue probed my moist love hole. "Fuck, yes," I rasped. "Eat that wet pussy." I dug my fingers through her blonde tresses, the shower spray pelting my chest and running down my tummy to her mouth. I pulled her face tighter to my cunt as her lips sucked and licked the sensitive nub of my clitoris. The girl massaged my tush in her palms and shoved her tongue even deeper inside me. I felt pussy juices welling up, straining to be released. "Fuck, Muffy," I moaned. "I'm going to cum all over your face." The woman pulled my vagina tighter to her mouth; her tongue swirling around the walls of my womanhood.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I shuddered as my cunt exploded onto her face, her lips sucking and slurping up my flowing nookie juices. I gripped my fingers against her scalp and pulled her face tighter as my sated slit gushed onto her tongue. "Fuuuuuuck," I rasped, my legs weak and quivering with satisfying release.

Muffy lapped up every drop and rose to stand. She crushed her mouth to mine in a savage kiss. I could taste my cunt cream on her lips and tongue. I smoothed my hands over her wet back as our boobs pressed together under the warm shower spray. After a long embrace, Muffy leaned back and smiled lustily. "Feel better?"

"I feel like ravishing this sexy sensuous woman in my bed."

My companion giggled with glee. "I'm all for that!"

After our shower, Muffy and I stepped out of the bathroom to find Laymee in the hallway. She wore a short blue silk robe and her long silky hair was mussed as if she had just gotten out of bed. "You're up," I noticed.

"Barely," she yawned, moving to me and kissing me on the mouth. "I should have known you'd be getting frisky with our overnight guest."

"It was her idea. I wanted to take a nap."

Muffy moved behind me and wrapped her arms around my naked body. "And a shower. I was simply being helpful."

I turned my head and met her lips with a quick kiss. "You were very helpful, honey. I appreciate it. But now I could go for a little shuteye."

"But I thought you wanted to get frisky?"

"Sorry, but I'm more tuckered out than I realized."

The woman pouted and rested her chin on my shoulder, her hands smoothing over my bare abdomen. "But I'm still horny."

Laymee took Muffy's hand and eased her away from me. "Let's give Neeta a chance to rest, Muff. You can take your horniness out on me."

Muffy stepped to her and pressed her big bust to my partner's petite breasts, her arms encircling her back. "You think you can handle more of me, little girl?"

Laymee groped her ass cheeks in her palms. "I do believe I'm getting my second wind."

I patted Muffy on the shoulder. "You two have fun, but keep the cries of passion to a minimum. Some of us are trying to sleep."

Muffy turned her head and kissed me on the lips. "Sleep or no; after I wear this lady out once again, you're next."

Laymee chuckled and turned the woman toward the bedroom. "That sounds like a challenge to me!"

"I might just be up for it then," I smiled, turning to the spare bedroom.

I lay naked atop the sheets and closed my eyes. I could really use some shuteye. I tried to quiet my mind, but it was difficult to relax when I was in the middle of a case. Especially one as weird as this.

It seemed I had only dropped off to sleep when felt a hand on my tummy. I cracked my eyes open to find Laymee bending over me dressed in a tight pink tee shirt and white shorts. "I'm taking Muffy home," she cooed softly. "I think I finally wore her out."

"I'm surprised you two can still walk."

She kissed me tenderly on the lips. "I missed sleeping with you last night."

"Me too." I extended my arms to her. "Give me a hug."

She took me into a warm embrace and smoothed my cheek. "I love you, Neets."

"I love you too, baby."

"Get some sleep while I'm gone."

"I'll try." She turned and I patted her on the butt. "Maybe we can cuddle too. Hopefully you're not too tuckered out from a Muffy overdose."

The girl gave me a seductive wink over her shoulder. "Never too tired to take care of you, lover-girl."

Chapter 3

I drifted in and out of restless sleep. My mind was haunted by visions of Candy's naked body in her bed and her ghostly sibling seducing me. How was I supposed to solve the dilemma of her late sister haunting her father's mansion? Hell, even for a ghost, Taffy Dancer was one satisfying lover. I wouldn't mind that sensuous specter haunting my own bedroom on occasion.

I climbed out of bed and walked naked from the spare bedroom to find Candy standing in the foyer by the front door. She wore a white and blue striped blouse and a short navy skirt. "I hope you don't mind if I let myself in," she smiled sheepishly. "The back door was unlocked."

"It's okay." I moved to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I didn't bother to cover up. It wasn't like she hadn't already seen me in the buff before. "I thought I was supposed to call you?"

"I guess I was anxious to see you again." She openly ogled my bare form. "I can't get enough of your hot sexy body."

"Naughty girl! Let me go put something on."

"Please don't get dressed on my account."

I grinned at her. "What? You just want to stand there and drool over me?"

Candy moved closer, her hands smoothing over my bare shoulders. "Why don't we go into the bedroom and I can drool over you there?"

I chuckled. "You really did miss me, didn't you?"

"Yes." She pressed her lips to mine, her hands caressing down my neck to my bare chest. "Terribly."

I raised my hands to hold her waist. "You'll have to get naked as well, darling, so I can do some drooling of my own."

"I would like that."

I took her hand and led her to my room. We stopped beside the bed and I turned to her. "I have to admit, I was thinking about you."

"Oh really?" She raised her hands and softly caressed my loose tits. "Was it getting you horny?"

"Very." I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her skirt and pushed the garment down her legs. She wasn't wearing panties. "And wet."

"You make me wet just looking at you." She slid her hands up my chest and cupped my face in her palms. Her lips met mine in a delicate kiss. "Let me love you," she whispered.

My fingers began unbuttoning her blouse. "Absolutely." Her kiss grew in passion as I opened her blouse. I pulled her top over her shoulders and down her arms. Candy dropped her arms as I peeled her blouse off. She put her hands on my waist and eased me back onto the bed. The woman crawled above me, her mouth meeting mine in a hungry French kiss. Her tongue tangled with mine as I fumbled with the clasp of her bra behind her back. The bra unhooked and I peeled it down her arms. The woman ripped the brassiere off and cast it aside, her mouth never leaving mine.

"Oh, yes," she moaned lustfully. "I love the feel of your warm soft body against mine."

I smoothed my hands over her naked back. "You have a very sexy body."

She lay on top of me and kissed along my jaw and neck. "I want to fuck you."

"Oh yes," I exhaled, my hands roaming over her bare flesh. "You make me so hot."

"I'll have to check that out for myself." She moved her arm between our bodies and slipped her hand between my legs. A surge of static electricity sparked through my loins as her fingers made contact with my clitoris. "Oooh, and you are wet too.

"Getting wetter by the minute."

Candy raised up and gazed down into my eyes, her fingers probing my damp slit. "You are so fucking sexy and erotic."

I moved my hands onto her bare tits. "You are one sexy woman too."

My partner straightened her back and kneeled on the bed above me. She shifted one knee over my leg as she fingered my cunt, her free hand lifting my other leg up into the air.

"What are you doing?" I laughed.

"Fucking you." My lover wedged my leg between her breasts with my ankle resting on her shoulder. She inched her body closer to me, her cunt pressed against mine. Candy held my leg to her chest and removed her hand from my cunt. She massaged my tit and began humping my leg, her vagina rubbing onto mine.

"Damn, you are one sexy woman!" I panted. I gripped the sheets at my sides as she bucked her hips to fuck my cunt. It was so wild and delicious! It looked and felt like the woman was fucking me!

"God, you are so hot," she rasped.

"You make me so wet."

"I can tell."

"And you're going to make me cum."

"That was the original intent." She moved her hand from my tit down to my groin and tickled my clit with her thumb. "I want you to cum into my pussy."

I leered up at her. "You are a very naughty girl."

"Naughty and hot for your sexy body." She bucked her hips on my leg, her cunt grinding onto mine. "Come for me, lover... give me your sweet cum into my wet cunt."

My loins tingled and I knew I was getting close. "Damn, you are so hot."

"I can't help it. You make me want to fuck your body all the time."

I felt the juices welling up inside of me, straining to be released. "Oh yes," I panted. "I'm gonna cum."

Candy humped my pussy and rubbed my clit with her thumb. "Cum for me lover. I want to feel your juicy wet jizz spewing inside my burning hot cunt."

I gripped the sheets in my fists and arched my spine off the bed, my pussy exploding with a gush of nookie cream into her hot snatch. My body shuddered and I collapsed spent on the bed. My lover gently lowered my leg to the bed and lay her warm sensuous body on top of me. "Did you cum?" she whispered, her lips lightly kissing my jaw and cheek.

"Hoo yes," I sighed dreamily. "But I take it you didn't."

The woman snuggled her naked form to me and lovingly caressed my bare boobs. "I'm content to hold you in my arms."

I smoothed my hands over her sides and back. "I'm glad you dropped over this afternoon."

"Me too."

"Of course, we will have to have sex again tonight as well."

"That much is a given." She tenderly kissed my cheek and moved her lips to my mouth. "You look tired. Did I wear you out already?"

"No. I could use some sleep though. I need to rest up for tonight."

Candy kissed me on the lips and shifted her body onto the mattress beside me. "You rest, darling. I'll be right here holding you."

I caressed her back as she snuggled her face into my neck, her arm draped across my bare chest. "Maybe just a little nap..."

"Go to sleep, honey," she cooed softly. "We'll have plenty of time to make love later."

"Mmmm," I purred, my mind drifting off to sleep. "I like holding your sexy body."

She gently smoothed her palm over my tummy. "There'll be plenty of time for that later too, darling."

I awoke to the sound of the kitchen door closing. I cracked my eyes open and glanced around. I was naked in my own bedroom atop the rumpled sheets. Candy was gone. I exhaled my breath in a contented sigh. Damn, that woman was one wild and sensuous lover.

Laymee entered the bedroom and crossed to me, bending down and meeting my lips with a quick smooch. "My, you must have been really worn out. Have you been sleeping the whole time?"

"No, Candy was here."

She paused. "Here? As in, right here?"

"As in, right here in bed with me doing the wild thing with me, and I do mean wild."

"Way to go girl! You must not have been as tired as you thought."

"I am now," I winced, my body sore from my rigorous sex-a-thon. "You must have just missed her."

"I didn't see a car in the driveway." My cell phone rang from my purse in the hallway. "I'll get that for you," Laymee offered. She left the room and I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the mattress. It was very strange. Making love with Candy this morning was different than when I made love to her last night. She was more passionate and wild than before. Last night she was cautious and exploratory, like it was the first time she had ever been with a woman. But just now it was if she was a seasoned pro at it. Maybe she had been holding back all this time. Or maybe being here in my bed allowed her to be the savage animal she repressed in her own bed.

Laymee returned and offered me the phone. "Speaking of Candy..."

I furrowed my brow with a curious expression. "Already?" I accepted the phone. "Candy? What's up?"

"I know you said you would call me later, but I was wondering if you found anything out yet."

"You didn't give me much chance since you left."

The woman laughed. "I must have worn you out more than I thought! You haven't been sleeping all day, have you?"

I turned my head and frowned at my lover. "No." I slipped my hand between my legs and checked my pussy. I was still wet from my most recent lovemaking session with the woman. "Tell me, Candy... what have you been doing all morning?"

"Well, after I dropped you off, I came home and took a shower and changed clothes. Then I went out to pay some bills and met with my estate planner. Why?"

"You didn't stop here?"

"Of course not. Why do you ask?"

"I, uh, thought I saw your car pulling out of the driveway and thought I missed you. Must have been someone turning around or something."

"Perhaps. Say, I was wondering, if you are not working at the club tonight, how's about you come over to my place for dinner? Say, about seven? I would love the company."

"Um, didn't you say something about having sex later?"

"My! You are a wanton woman! I'd have thought you would be exhausted from last night! We can definitely go for a roll in the sheets after dinner. Or maybe even before."

"Um, sure. Okay. Is it all right if my partner Laymee comes along? She may be useful in working on this case with us."

"Of course! The more the merrier! You know, I've been thinking about you since I dropped you off this morning and was tempted to stop by your place and surprise you."

I furrowed my brow at my partner. "That would have been a surprise, all right."

"I hope your partner won't be upset if I sneak you away and ravish you again. I didn't get enough of you last night."

"Apparently not. I'm sure she won't mind."

"Great. I'll see you later."

"Bye."

I closed my phone and set it aside. "That was very weird."

"What was?"

"You didn't see anybody leave when you came in?"

"No. Why?"

I patted the mattress at my side. "You may want to sit down for this."

Laymee alit on the bed next to me. "What is it?"

"That was Candy Dancer on the phone. She's our latest client. She hired us to find out why the ghost of her dead sister has been haunting her."

"Dead sister?" she gasped. "That's really wild!"

"It gets better. I slept with Candy last night."

"I guessed as much after you didn't come home."

"And her sister Taffy also made love to me in the middle of the night."

"Wait... I thought you said the sister was dead?"

"I thought so too. But she was just here in the bedroom with me a few moments ago."

"Who, Taffy?"

"I think so."

"And she fucked you again?"

"Hoo, yeah... big time."

"This is too much!"

I looked at her. "It was too real to be a dream. And I know a ghost could never get me off like she just did. The only other explanation is that Taffy is still alive."

"And has the major hots for you."

"Apparently so."

Laymee patted her hand on my bare leg. "One thing is for certain, my love. You sure do find us some interesting cases."

Chapter 4

"Do me a favor, will you baby?" I asked. "Check around on the internet for any references to Candy Dancer or her sister Taffy or her father Edward. I want to know a bit more about her family."

"What do we know so far?"

"Candy's sister fell overboard while cruising the Mediterranean eight years ago. He father died a few months after that and Candy inherited the family fortune."

"You think your new girlfriend is not as innocent as she appears?"

I smiled and rested my hand on her knee. "Candy is not my new girlfriend. You're the only one who fills that position, darling. But you may be right; Candy may have a skeleton she wants to keep hidden in her closet."

I dressed in a tight white tee shirt baring my braless big tits and tight denim jeans. I walked out of the bedroom to find my lover at the kitchen counter tapping away at her laptop computer. I draped my arms around her neck and pressed my chest to her back, tenderly kissing her neck. "How's it coming?"

"Not a lot of new information," she replied. "Edward Dancer made millions investing in the stock market at the right time. He got in on the ground floor of the dot-com boom and got out before it bottomed out."

I nibbled her nape and under her jaw. "Nothing suspicious going on with that?"

"No, but if you keep that up, I'm going to rape you right here on the kitchen floor."

"Sorry." I craned my face around her shoulder and gave her a smooch on the lips. "Want me to make us some coffee?"

"Sure."

I released the girl and moved to fill the coffee carafe with water. "It puzzles me that Taffy would come here in order to seduce me."

Laymee tapped away at her computer. "That doesn't surprise me in the least. Even a ghost can't keep her hands off you."

"You're sweet." I scooped some grounds into the brewer. "If Taffy is indeed alive, why wouldn't she reveal herself to her sister? Why stay in hiding?"

"If I were to venture a guess, I would say Taffy doesn't trust her."

"Why wouldn't she?"

"It says here that Taffy's body was never found after she was lost at sea. That isn't so unusual, but if she survived, maybe she knew something about what happened that night that scared her into hiding."

"Like it wasn't an accident after all?"

"Exactly."

"And that's why she came here. She knew Candy hired me to investigate Taffy's death and wanted to know what I found out so far."

Laymee gave me a knowing grin. "I doubt that was the only reason she came here. Our friendly ghost is obviously smitten with you."

"Perhaps." I moved to her and wrapped my arms around her neck again and rested my body against her back. "We might be able to use that to our advantage."

"How so?"

"You and I are going to Candy's place tonight. That was where Taffy first appeared to me. Candy also said her sister came into her room twice before that. I'm guessing the Dancer mansion is where we will find our elusive spirit. I need you to distract Candy for a while so I can locate her sister."

"Distract her, as in how?"

"I'm sure you'll find a way."

"Oh. That kind of distraction."

"If you can occupy Candy for a while, maybe I can find Taffy and talk with her."

"What do you mean 'if I can occupy her'? Honey, if that chick has a pulse, I can keep her occupied, don't you worry."

"I know you can, my love." I kissed her on the cheek. "Having a nymphomaniac for a partner does have its advantages."

We drove up the long driveway to Candy's house. "Nice digs," Laymee commented dryly.

"A cozy little 14 room cottage."

"I prefer our little house any day."

"Really? Why?"

"You know how much I hate housecleaning. This place would about kill me."

"We could hire someone to clean it for us." I smiled at her and dropped my hand from the steering wheel to pat her knee. "Think of it -- we could have sex in a different bed every night."

Laymee grinned at me. "Well, there is that, I suppose."

I parked by the front door and Candy came out to meet us. She must have been watching for us to arrive. "Hello again!" she beamed brightly, crossing to the passenger side of the car. She offered her hand as my partner alit from the vehicle. "You must be Laymee."

"Yes. I'm happy to meet you."

Candy's eyes twinkled as she shook my lover's hand. "Such a pretty girl."

Laymee smiled sweetly. "Anita didn't come home last night. Now I can see why."

Our hostess flushed slightly as I crossed to meet her. "You don't mind if Laymee joins us? She might prove very handy."

Miss Dancer glanced at my friend, her hand still holding hers. "I should certainly hope so."

I grinned at the pair. I brought Laymee along to serve as a diversion, but I was surprised at how quickly she influenced our hostess. "Shall we go inside?" I suggested.

"Of course." The woman broke her embrace with my partner and led the way up the steps to the front door. "I can show you around, but Anita has already seen the place."

"Well, a couple of rooms at least."

Laymee giggled at me. "Naughty girl!"

Miss Dancer flashed her a wry smile. "We didn't discuss the case much."

"I'll bet there wasn't a lot of conversation at all." She grinned at Candy as we paused at the front door. "Not if you don't include moans of passion."

Candy chuckled at me. "Is your friend always this candid?"

"She's a certified nymphomaniac," I explained. "Her mind can only focus on one thing at a time, and it's usually sex."

"I can't help it," Laymee mewed, resting her hand on the woman's shoulder. "Whenever I meet a beautiful sensuous gal like you, I get all hot and excited."

"Calm down, lover girl," I laughed. "We haven't even made it through the front door and already you're seducing her."

"Sorry," Laymee shrugged apologetically. "Overactive libido."

Candy smiled. "It's all right. I like that in a woman."

Laymee laughed and slid her hand down the lady's back. "I'm sure we're going to get along famously!"

"Let me give you a private tour," Candy offered, opening the door and leading us into the foyer.

Laymee slipped her arm around the woman's waist and groped her ass with her palm. "I hope that includes a private tour of the bedroom. Anita told me she spent quite a while in there last night and this morning. I was wondering what she found in there that was so intriguing."

Candy returned a knowing smile. "I'm not so sure it was the furnishings that captivated her as much as the room's inhabitant."

Laymee grinned seductively and squeezed her butt. "How's about you show me what you mean?"

"All right." She looked at me. "You're welcome to join us."

"Perhaps maybe for round two." I gave our hostess a smooch on the cheek. "You two go and have fun."

"You sure?"

"Of course. I'll wander around the house and have a peek at some of the unique décor. I'll be fine by myself."

"Come on," Laymee grinned seductively, groping the woman's tush. "You wouldn't want this woman to cool off, would you?"

"Certainly not!" she giggled. The women left me and climbed the stairs to Candy bedroom.

I wandered alone into the den. "Taffy?" I murmured quietly. "Taffy, I know you're here. Come out and show yourself." I glanced around the room. No sign of her -- spectral or otherwise.

I suddenly felt a hand clamp over my mouth from behind. "Don't scream," she whispered into my ear.

I nodded my head. The hand released me. I turned to see a woman who looked exactly like Candy Dancer. She wore a blue blouse and denim jeans. "Taffy Dancer, I presume," I stated dryly.

"How did you know I would be in this house?"

"Because you were here last night and Candy saw you on the previous two nights. I suspected you were living here, but what I don't understand is why you don't let your sister know you're here?"

"Because she's the one who tried to kill me."

"What?"

Taffy wandered over to a chair and sat down. "We were sailing on my father's yacht in the Mediterranean. It was late and I went out onto the deck to get some fresh night air. Father came to join me. He was drunk. And suddenly, Candy appeared. She was very angry about something. The two of them had a terrible argument and began to fight. They got violent and the next thing I knew I was pushed overboard."

I sat in the chair across from her. "Why would anyone push you overboard?"

"It was Candy. She was shouting angrily and she shoved me."

"Maybe it was an accident."

"No. The argument was about me. I distinctly remember that. My mind is still fuzzy about that night, but that much is clear. Candy angrily spoke my name and the next thing I knew I was pushed into the water. She must have been jealous of me or something. I don't know why. I always loved her and I thought she loved me."

"Why did you wait so long to come back here?"

"When I fell overboard, I drifted in the water for what seemed like days. I don't remember how long I was lost. I must have hit my head or something. Miraculously I didn't drown. I was rescued several days later by a Maltese fishing boat. The family aboard brought me back to shore with them. I had amnesia. I didn't know who I was or what happened. The family was very kind to me and took care of me for many months. It took a while for them to understand me since I didn't speak their language, but eventually I learned. They helped me as much as they could and even found a job for me as a housekeeper for a lovely dark-haired woman named Isabel in Corsica. I stayed with her for the last eight years. The woman became very protective of me because I couldn't remember who I was." Taffy gave me a wry smile. "We eventually became lovers. Isabel taught me a great deal about how to please and satisfy a woman."

I grinned. "Well, for that I am truly grateful."

"Then, you knew it was me the other night?"

"Not last night, but I was pretty sure this afternoon. You were much too good to be imagined."

"I couldn't help myself. I saw you in bed with Candy last night. You looked so beautiful. I knew I wanted to make love to you. And in the morning, I found your business card in your purse before you left. I went over to your place and made you believe I was Candy."

"You would have succeeded, except for the fact that you are a much better lover than she is. Spending time with Isabel certainly paid off. Candy was good, but you were phenomenal! I couldn't believe the woman who made love to me this afternoon was the same woman I spent the night with. You were much, much better."

Taffy smiled happily. "I'm glad you were satisfied. I enjoyed myself quite a bit as well."

"When this is all over, we're going to have to have a repeat performance."

"Fine by me. How do you suggest we proceed?"

"Well, we can't simply have you step into Candy's life after being gone for so many years. Not only would it shock the hell out of her, the girl would never admit she did anything that night when you fell overboard."

"Probably not."

"We need to come up with a plan."

"A plan is good."

I looked at her with a thoughtful expression. "Tell me, how did you manage to appear in Candy's room last night and disappear so quickly?"

"My father built this house. I took an interest in the planning and designing stages. I thought it would be really cool to have some secret passageways put in like those scary old mansions you read about in horror novels. He had some hidden doors and secret rooms put in and only the two of us knew about them. After I regained my memory, I came back here to confront my sister about what she had done to me. But when I arrived, I lost my nerve. Perhaps it was an accident as you said. It seemed so cruel and heartless to suddenly appear after all those years, no matter what evil she had done to me. I couldn't do that to my sister. I loved her too much. And I guess my life hadn't turned out so horrible after all, you know? Isabel gave me a good life for many years. All I wanted to do was tell Candy I was alive and that I forgave her. But how could I? She may hate me and throw me out. Then where would I go? I hid out in this house coming and going through the secret passageways, hoping that somehow I would find a way to let her know I was still alive."

"So you appeared to her in her bedroom?"

"Yes. I thought it might come as less a shock than to knock on her front door and say hello. I guess it backfired, though. It merely strengthened her belief that I was dead."

"And that's how you managed to sneak up on me -- through a secret passageway."

"Sorry about that. I didn't want to appear to you and have you screaming in hysteria."

I rose to my feet and offered her my hand. "Show me."

Taffy took my hand and stood at my side. She smiled and gave my hand a squeeze. "You don't know how much it means to me to be able to touch you like this. I haven't come in contact with anyone since I left Isabel in Corsica. No one realizes how much they miss touching or receiving affection until they no longer have it. I didn't realize how wonderful it is to have human contact again. Maybe that's why I came to you this afternoon. I craved that contact so much, I couldn't resist being with you once again."

I moved closer and smoothed her hair back from her forehead with my hand. "When this is all over, I'm going to show you more physical contact and affection than you'll know what to deal with." I pressed my lips to hers in a tender lingering kiss. Taffy expelled her breath into my mouth, her free hand encircling my waist and pulling my body tighter to hers. "Oh yes, baby," I exhaled passionately. "You definitely have to show me what you learned from your previous employer."

Taffy leaned back and gave me a seductive leer. "All the more incentive for you to help me resolve my little problem."

"Don't you know it!"

"Come with me." Taffy led me to a bookcase and reached under one of the shelves. I heard a metallic click and the case swung into the wall. Taffy stepped into the opening and gestured for me to join her. "Welcome to the rabbit hole, Alice!"

I followed her inside. She turned a switch on the wall and a single naked bulb illuminated overhead. Taffy closed the secret panel and led the way up the hidden staircase. "I used to play in here when I was a kid," she said. "It drove Candy nuts whenever we played hide and seek."

We came to a narrow landing at the top of the stairs. Taffy turned to me and hushed me to silence with a finger at her lips. She slid back a piece of wood on the wall to expose a narrow opening about three inches high and eight inches long. I peered through the opening. It offered a view of Candy's bedroom. It must have been a small section of the wall under a shelf or something. "Holy crap!" I exhaled under my breath.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Taffy grinned. "Peeking into my sister's bedroom."

"That wasn't what I was referring to."

Taffy moved behind me and pressed her body to my back to peer over my shoulder through the small opening. Candy lay on her back with Laymee straddled above her on all fours atop the bed. They were both naked and eating each other out in sixty-nine style.

"Holy crap is right!" Taffy breathed into my ear. "That is really hot!"

"Not half as hot as your sexy body pressing against me like that."

My companion slipped her arms around my sides and cupped my tits in her palms. "Does it turn you on?"

"You turn me on." I craned my head over my shoulder to meet her lips. "I have half a mind to fuck you right here inside the wall, you sexy sensuous specter you."

Taffy squeezed my tits and nibbled my neck. "I'm sure we could find a more comfortable spot in such a big house as this."

I turned in her arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. I encircled her waist with my arms and clamped my hands on her ass. "It better not be too far away," I panted into her mouth. "I'm ready to take you right here."

"There's another secret entrance to the bedroom down the hall."

"Great! Let's go."

We broke our embrace and she led the way through the dark dusty corridor. Taffy pressed a release mechanism and the wall swung open into another bedroom with a large four-poster bed with a canopy overhead.

Taffy stepped into the room and turned to me with a smile. "What do you think?"

"I think I want to get you naked and fuck you right now." I crushed my mouth to hers in a fiery kiss. I inched her backward toward the bed. "I've been wanting to fuck you ever since you visited me this afternoon."

The girl slid her hands up my abdomen and under my tee shirt to fondle my big boobs. "You are so hot," she panted into my mouth.

"Hot for you, baby." I tugged down her zipper of her jeans. "I want to taste your sweet pussy in my mouth," I rasped. I pushed her pants and briefs over her hips. "Let me eat your hot juicy delicious cunt."

She kissed me and groped my tits under my shirt. "You are so erotic!"

I rubbed my hand over her pubic mound and between her legs. "You are so hot and wet."

"You make me wet."

I kissed her passionately as I rubbed my fingers over her vaginal lips. "God, how I want you!"

"Oh yes," Taffy rasped lustfully. "My body is on fire!"

I pushed her backward onto the bed and gripped her pants and pulled them to her ankles. Taffy raised her legs high in the air, her jeans gathered at her feet. I dropped to my knees and shoved my face into her cunt. I probed her pussy with my tongue, my palms groping her perfect ass.

Taffy gripped my hair with her fingers and pulled my face tighter to her cunt. She dropped her legs and spread her knees, her legs resting on my shoulders and ankles pressed to my back. I couldn't believe how horny I was! I probed her wet pussy with my tongue, my thumbs shifting up from her ass to spread her cunt lips wider. I wanted this girl to cum into my mouth!

I licked and lapped her hungrily. "You are so fucking erotic," the girl panted lustfully.

I stared up at her from her crotch as I flicked my tongue over her clitoris. "Show me your tits." Taffy slid her hands up her abdomen and unbuttoned her blouse, parting the sides to reveal a white lace brassiere. She arched her spine off the bed and reached her arms behind her back to unfasten the clasp. I grinned up at her as I licked her cunt. The girl slipped the strap down one arm and then the other, tossing her bra aside. Damn, that chick had a gorgeous body! "Feel your tits," I murmured as I lapped her damp snatch. Taffy cupped her boobs in her palms, her thumbs and forefingers pinching her pink erect nipples.

"Oh yes," she whimpered, her body writing with mounting stimulation. "You are so fucking hot."

"And you are so fucking wet."

"You make me wet."

"I want you to cum in my mouth."

Taffy squirmed and writhed atop the bed, her hands squeezing her tits as I licked her closer to orgasmic oblivion. "Oh baby, yes," she mewed, her breath coming in short gasps. "You're going to make me cum."

I spread her cunt lips wider with my thumbs and probed my tongue as deep into her womb as it could go. Taffy pulled her heels toward her forcing my face tighter to her wet cunt. "Oh shit, yes," she moaned. "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me baby," I commanded, furiously lapping my tongue across the delicate folds of her damp cunt. "Cum in my mouth."

Taffy suddenly shuddered and gripped her tits tightly in her palms, a gush of cunt juice exploding onto my tongue. I licked her hungrily, the woman writhing and twitching atop the bed as I strained my tongue inside her to savor every delicious drop. She moaned with lust and wrenched her body, another flow of nookie nectar seeping into my mouth and down my throat.

At last, she collapsed with her arms falling limp at her sides, her body quivering with erotic release. A small smile creased her lips and her breath expelled with a deep sigh of contentment. "Hoo yeah," she exhaled happily. "That was fantastic."

I raised her legs off my shoulders and moved aside, lowering her legs back onto the bed. I moved above her and kissed her passionately, my tongue snaking into her mouth to tangle with hers. Taffy returned my kiss, the taste of her cunt juice salty and sweet on my lips. "You were unbelievable," she murmured into my mouth.

I rose up and smiled down at her. "Merely a sample of what's in store for you later, lover-girl."

Taffy smiled demurely and raised her hand to caress my chest in the tight tee shirt. "I'm not the only one who is going to get attention, you know. It goes both ways."

"I certainly hope so."

The woman smoothed her hand over my breasts. "You need to go back downstairs. If Candy discovers you in here, we'll blow our chance of getting the truth out of her."

"Come with me. I think I have a plan and I want to let you in on it."

"All right." She pulled her briefs and pants back on. "Regardless of how this turns out, you and me are going to fuck again real soon."

"Hell yeah, girl!" Taffy sat up and zipped up her pants. I stood and leaned over to kiss her on the mouth. "Let's take the secret passageway back down so Candy won't see us."

Taffy rose to her feet beside me. "You just like sneaking around in those hidden hallways."

"Yeah, I do." I kissed her on the lips. "And if it wasn't so dusty in there, I'd fuck you in those secret hallways."

The woman grinned and groped my butt. "You are such a naughty girl."

I smoothed my hand over her breast. "Can I help it if this sexy ghost turns me on?" I kissed her softly and gave her a playful smile. "Now let's head downstairs before I rape you again."

Chapter 5

Less than five minutes after Taffy left me alone in the parlor, Laymee and Candy strolled in to join me. Laymee's silky long hair was mussed and Candy was not wearing a bra under her blouse. I reclined on the high back armchair with my legs crossed at the knee. "Did you two have fun?"

"Oh yes," Candy sighed dreamily, giving my partner a hug with her arm around her waist. "Laymee is a very talented lover."

"I'm just getting started," my partner grinned, groping her companion's tush. "There's something about making love in a big spooky mansion that really turns me on."

The girl sat onto the sofa next to me and I reached over to pat her leg. "Making love anywhere with anyone turns you on, darling."

"This is true."

"Would anyone want some wine?" Candy offered. "I'm dying for a glass of merlot."

"Sounds perfect," Laymee and I answered in unison.

Candy moved behind the bar and opened a bottle of wine. "Did you have a look around the old place?" she asked.

"I had a peek."

"See anything interesting?"

"A couple of things definitely got my attention," I grinned.

Our hostess filled three glasses. "Laymee honey, will you please help me with these?"

"Certainly, darling."

She rose from the sofa and crossed to the bar. "Did someone mention something about dinner?"

"Yes. I was planning to call for delivery of whatever we have a taste for."

Laymee gave her a seductive grin. "You know what I have a taste for, but I think I have to go get it myself."

Candy giggled and came around the bar to smooch her on the lips. "That will definitely be delivered later!"

Laymee handed me a glass and sat on the sofa with Candy on the cushion at her side. "Other than food -- "

"And sex," Candy injected.

"And sex, what is on the agenda for this evening?"

"Well, surprisingly enough, I've been thinking while you two were gone."

"About the case?"

"Yes. I think I know why Taffy came to me the other night in your bedroom. She tried to communicate with me."

Candy gave a wry smile. "You told me that she made love to you."

Laymee rested her hand on her knee. "That's definitely my favorite way of communicating!"

"I have a sense about these things," I said. "My grandmother was a gypsy fortune teller and I have some of her blood in me. Sometimes I can communicate with entities on the other side."

"You must be joking," our hostess snorted. "I take it; you're Anita Reaming, Psychic Detective now?"

"It's true," Laymee stated in earnest. "She can do some pretty freaky things sometimes. It's downright spooky."

I smiled at my partner. She picked up on my intention of contacting the spirits from the other side. If we worked it right, we might be able to convince the ghost of Taffy Dancer to make an appearance tonight.

"I know this sounds really weird," I suggested, "but maybe we can try to speak to your sister."

Candy chuckled. "Like in a séance?"

"Exactly. You said yourself she appeared to you twice. She came to me in your bedroom last night. She's obviously inhabiting this house. If I can contact her, maybe we can find out what she wants and convince her to leave you alone."

Our hostess laughed and shook her head. "You can't be serious."

Laymee shrugged a shoulder. "What have you got to lose? I've seen Anita do some pretty amazing things. If she can actually speak to your sister, don't you think we ought to give it a try?"

Miss Dancer frowned at her. "You know I don't believe any of this."

"You don't have to," I replied casually. "If it doesn't work, you haven't lost anything."

Candy stared at me a moment, then shrugged a shoulder and finished her wine. "What the hell. Why not?"

"That's the spirit!" Laymee grinned, patting her leg. "No pun intended."

Miss Dancer set her glass aside. "So how does this work?"

I took a sip from my glass and regarded her soberly. "We have to be in a place where Taffy will feel comfortable to reveal herself. She appeared three times in your bedroom. I suggest we go there."

Laymee finished her wine and rose to her feet. "Come on," she smiled. "I'll even hold your hand in case you get scared."

Candy stood and wrapped her arm around my partner's waist, her hand groping the girl's butt. "And if it doesn't work, at least we'll already be in the bedroom."

We climbed the stairs to Candy's bedroom. I led the way into the room. "We should leave the lights off and light a single candle," I said. "That would make it more conducive for me to go into a trance."

Laymee hugged Candy around the waist. "I always get a tingle up my spine when she does that."

Our hostess grinned and groped Laymee's tush. "I have ways of giving you a few tingles of my own."

"Save it for later, sexy girl," Laymee giggled.

I lit a candle and crawled onto the bed. "Let's all get on the bed and hold hands."

Candy moved onto the mattress on her knees. "I'd rather hold something else."

Laymee laughed and moved beside her. "Behave yourself!"

"Sorry."

We all sat cross-legged atop the bed and held hands. I closed my eyes and drew in a long deep breath. "Auuummm. Auuummm."

"I'm getting excited," Laymee whispered.

"I was hoping you would be," Candy tittered.

"Shhh! Auuummm. Auuummm." I drew in and expelled another deep breath. "We are here to contact Taffy Dancer," I murmured. "Please speak to us, Taffy."

All was eerily silent. We strained our ears to listen.

Silence.

"Please speak to us, Taffy."

I heard a door creak open. Candy drew in a sharp gasp and I felt a shiver race up my spine. This was really getting creepy.

"Taffy, is that you?" I whispered. A board creaked on the floor and I could feel Candy's hand trembling in mine. I peeked over her shoulder to see her sister in her white nightgown standing in the corner of the room. I nearly leaped out of my skin. In the eerie orange glow of the flickering candle flame she looked even spookier than I imagined. "Taffy, speak to us."

"Candy," Taffy whispered.

The girl nearly sprang from the bed in terror. "Taffy?" she gasped horrified. "Is that you?"

"Candy," the ghost murmured. "Why did you kill me?"

"What?"

"Why did you kill me, Candy?"

Candy stared wide-eyed at me. "I didn't, Taffy. I loved you. It was father. He was the one who murdered you."

I frowned at the woman. "What are you saying?"

"Daddy pushed you overboard," Candy pleaded to the empty room. "I tried to save you."

"Why would father do that, Candy?" Taffy murmured eerily from the shadows.

Candy stared at me, her body shaking. "Because... he... he took me. Daddy raped me. He was drunk and forced me to have sex with him. He wanted to take you too, but I wouldn't let him. I loved you too much, Taffy. I couldn't let him do that to you."

"Your father raped you?" Laymee asked.

"Yes. He must have gone crazy or something. I don't know. He forced himself on me. I knew on the boat that night he was going to rape Taffy too. I couldn't let him do that. He attacked her on the deck. I hit him with my fists and he knocked me away. I tried to stop him, but he was like a wild man, out of control. He grabbed at Taffy and she fought back and slipped. She fell overboard."

"How horrible!" Laymee whimpered.

"Father never mentioned that night ever again. He continued to physically abused me many times after that. I hated him. I wanted to kill him. One night, I couldn't take it anymore. I slipped him an overdose of medication and made it look like he had a heart attack. I murdered our father."

"Oh, my God!" Laymee exclaimed.

Taffy moved closer behind her sister and gently rested her hand on her shoulder. Candy turned her head to the ghostly girl, the woman's face suddenly ashen with fear. "Taffy!" she gasped in terror. She broke our embrace and scrambled from the bed. "No!"

Our eerie visitor extended her arms to the girl. "Candy!"

"No!" Candy shrieked in horror. She ran to the balcony window and jumped into the night.

We all ran to the balcony and looked down. Candy lay on her back on the grassy lawn below. "Oh, my God," Laymee frowned.

"I don't think she's dead," I said. "She landed on the grass. Probably only unconscious." I turned to Taffy. "Call an ambulance. I'll go check on her."

I ran down the stairs and hurried to the girl. I was right; she was merely dazed from the fall.

"Lie still," I said, kneeling by her side. "Don't move until the ambulance arrives."

Candy took my hand in hers. "Taffy was here," she mewed. "I saw her."

"We all saw her, darling. Taffy is alive."

"What?"

"I found out tonight that she was alive and hiding in your house. She thought you were the one who tried to kill her. That's why she would not reveal herself to you. I'm sorry we put you through all this, but we had to find out the truth about what happened that night."

Candy smiled up at me. "Taffy is alive?"

"Yes, darling."

She turned her head to see her sister standing on the balcony above her. "Taffy is alive," she sighed with contentment. She closed her eyes and gradually drifted into unconsciousness. "My sister... is... alive."

I headed to the bar with a trayful of empty glasses and bottles when I spotted a familiar face across the room. I turned and strolled over to her. "Hello there, you sexy woman," I beamed brightly.

Taffy Dancer grinned up at my naked body covered only with the blue thong over my crotch. "I must say, I love the outfit."

I set my tray on her table. "I'm not too keen on having this thong up the crack of my ass."

"Perhaps if you come back to our house tonight, I can relieve you of that irritating garment."

I grinned with amusement. "Perhaps you can." I sat in the chair next to her. "How is your sister doing?"

"She had a bad concussion from the fall. She'll be fine in a few days. I can't believe what a terrifying ordeal she had to endure. Watching me die, suffering that abuse from our father and concealing the secret about his death all these years. It must have been horrible."

I rested my hand on hers. "You both have been through a lot. I'm glad you decided to move into your father's house with Candy. You two will be good for each other."

"I hope so." She smiled at me. "Candy and I had a long talk in the hospital. She and I agreed to keep what she had done to our father a secret. It was, in our estimation, a form of self-defense."

I nodded soberly. "I can't say I blame her. Plus, her confession was given in a fit of hysteria. I doubt anyone would take her seriously, don't you?"

Taffy smiled and squeezed my hand. "Exactly. If you have no other plans, I would like to have you come home with me tonight. That house is too big and creepy with Candy in the hospital and me in it all alone."

"I'll bet it isn't merely for my company you want me to come by."

"I'll bet you're right."

My eyes flicked to my partner Laymee twirling around the silver pole on the elevated dance floor. "Would you mind if Laymee joins us? I hate to leave her to sleep in our bed all alone."

Taffy returned a wry smile. "There is a strong possibility that I'll make lewd advances toward her."

"Laymee's a certified nymphomaniac. I'm sure she'll be the one making the lewd advances."

"Then by all means, bring her along!"

I chuckled and rose to my feet. "I'll see if we can slip out a little early."

Taffy leered up at my bare form. "Damn girl, you have one incredibly sexy body."

I grinned and rested my hand on her shoulder. "Save some of that lust for later, lover."

"Watching you prance around in the buff like that, I may have to finger myself off under the table."

I leaned forward, my full chest dangling enticingly before her face. "You like my tits?"

"Hell yes!"

I leaned my face closer to hers, my lips near her ear. "I know of a place where we can be alone, if you can't wait until I get off."

"If you stay like that for much longer, I'll be the one getting off."

I nibbled her ear with my lips. "Ever have a woman give you a lap dance?"

"No."

I straightened and leered at her. "Care to come in back with me?"

Taffy caressed her hand over my bare hip. "Only if I get to do some of the attacking as well."

"I'm sure that can be arranged."

The woman stood and I picked up my tray, leading the way to the bar. I set my empties down and caught Muffy's attention. "I'm going back for a bit," I said.

Muffy eyed my blonde companion. "Déjà vu! Can't get enough of that hot girl, eh?"

Taffy grinned and groped my bare ass. "You know it!"

I returned from using the bathroom in the master bedroom, walking through the darkness toward the bed. I could make out the figure of my lover Laymee on her side under the sheet from the dim light filtering through the window curtains. She had finally fallen asleep. Small wonder -- she nearly met her match with our amorous Miss Taffy Dancer.

It was a wild and wonderful night. Laymee and I were glad we came home with Taffy and our hostess was happy she could finally find friends and lovers without needing to hide any longer.

I moved silently to the side of the bed. Taffy lay on her back under the sheet, her arms limp at her sides. Even asleep she was so incredibly beautiful and sensuous.

I peeled the sheet down to uncover her chest. Damn, she had some nice tits. I bent down, my lips lightly kissing her exposed nipple. The girl stirred, her mouth curling into a dreamy smile. I caressed my hand over her tummy, my fingers gently raking over the curly hairs of her pubic mound.

Taffy raised a hand and softly fondled my loosely hanging tits. "You are so erotic, Anita," she purred.

I moved my mouth up her chest, tenderly kissing her neck as my fingers slid between her legs. "How did you know it was me?" I murmured quietly.

Taffy raised her arm and hooked her hand behind my neck, pulling my mouth down onto hers. "You were much too good to be imagined."

I kissed her, my fingers dipping into the delicate folds of her vagina. "Let me love you, darling," I whispered. "I promise to be better than you imagine."