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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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ALICE AMORE
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Chapter One
Alice did her very best to type the letter just as Belinda had ordered.
She brushed back her long lemon locks. Even now, pinned up, her hair still
managed to fall perpetually into her eyes. Alice ran her tongue over her
glossy lips. She stared intently at the keys. This was her first real job,
and she wanted to be sure to do everything just right. After a full year of
college she knew she must have good grades and good work experience if
she was ever to fulfill her dreams and become a professional woman.
"You're staying late," Belinda said, exiting her office for some coffee
and passing Alice. The girl looked up at her boss. There was tenderness in
her eyes, mixed with resolve. Alice dropped her own eyes from Belinda's
and gulped.
"Yes ma'am. I just wanted to get your letter done," Alice said.
"I admire your dedication," Belinda said. "Although I do hope you'll
take off early tomorrow to make up for it."
"Yes ma'am," Alice said, and self-consciously resumed her typing.
She was quite fond of Belinda, she found, after knowing the woman for a
week. In fact she found Belinda to be just the sort of woman she herself
hoped to be when she grew up.
Belinda came back with a hot cup of coffee, and an extra one for
Alice. The girl, standing up now, met her superior as the woman
approached the empty desks of the typing pool. The office was silent,
everyone else gone home. Alice proudly held up her finished letter.
Belinda offered Alice coffee and the girl shyly accepted. She took a sip,
then set the cup aside as Belinda scanned the completed letter. Belinda
set her own cup of coffee aside as she read the document, holding the
paper in her hand. The two female's cups rested side by side on a desktop,
the steam from the cups commingling.
"Have you typed the envelope?" Belinda asked Alice, her eyes still
fixed on the letter.
"Yes ma'am," Belinda answered, and presented her neatly typed
envelope. Belinda's eyes drifted to the desktop. There was a sponge letter
wetter there, used to moisten the backs of envelopes. For sealing.
Belinda picked up the wetter. She gave it a single twirl twixt her long-
nailed fingers. Her eyes drifted to Alice, who stood looking at her with
doe's eyes. Alice wore a simple white blouse with a paisley tie knotted at
her throat. The long tie extended down between the outthrust cones of her
breasts. A little black jacket, which Alice had worn most of the day, was
now draped over the back of her chair. The jacket matched Alice's short
skirt. Belinda thought she sensed the budding of teats beneath the silk of
the blouse. Deftly she took the letter wetter and pressed it directly into
the peak of one of Alice's bosoms. Alice gasped, flinched, then held still.
Her eyes partook of the moist spot left by the wetter as it separated from
her blouse. Through the thin material Alice's red areola could now clearly
be seen.
Alice looked up at Belinda. The woman put her letter wetter to
Alice's other breast, revealing her other nipple. "I thought you were not
wearing a bra," Belinda said in a firm tone. "May I remind you that on page
nine of the company handbook it states that all women must wear
brassieres. Right under the section disallowing short skirts." Belinda
meaningfully let her eyes drift from Alice's wetted nipples to her skirt's
hemline. Alice blushed. She was out of order on both points. Belinda
lifted her face and regarded Alice with a regal stare. "However, it being
past the end of the workday now, I think you may wear whatever you
wish." Alice gave a weak smile. Belinda would not report her.
"Open your mouth," Belinda said, and Alice obeyed without thinking.
"Stick out your tongue," Belinda ordered. A bit hesitantly, wondering what
her idol could possibly be asking, Alice nonetheless complied. Suddenly
Belinda took her in a forceful grip and forced her own tongue into Alice's
mouth. A long, deep kiss ensued, with Alice cringing under the assault.
Finally Belinda broke the kiss. She looked at Alice with hot eyes, her prim
managerial hair slightly disheveled. "There, now you know I will not
report you," Belinda said. "For then you would be able to report me. We're
both in violation."
Alice raised a hand. She touched her palm softly to Belinda's breast.
It was large and firm, but lay beneath Belinda's dress jacket. Alice
permitted her hand to slip inside the jacket. She felt the fullness of
Belinda's breast beneath the woman's blouse, captured as it was in a
flimsy brassiere. "Why-why did you kiss me?" Alice asked in a voice of
pure innocence. Belinda's answer was to reach out and lift Alice's chin.
The blonde thought she was to be kissed again, but then Belinda unbuttoned
the top button of Alice's blouse. And then the second. And the third. And
all the way down. There was a look of fright, of deep apprehension on
Alice's face. Yet she did not stop her supervisor's fingers.
Belinda pushed back the open halves of Alice's blouse. The girl's pert
young breasts greeted her in all their glorious nakedness. Belinda dropped
her hands, walked around behind Alice, inspecting her charge. Belinda
lifted her fingers and slipped the blouse from Alice's shoulders, revealing
the nudity of her slim back. It had a light tan. Belinda circled her hands
around the front of Alice's waist. She caught the dressy buckle of Alice's
little skirt. She undid it.
"Ma'am, are you going to undress me?" Alice squeaked. In reply
Belinda zipped down the zipper at the side of Alice's skirt. One push,
Alice's hands tremblingly helping, and the girl's too-short-skirt was now
adorning her ankles. "Please not my panties, ma'am!" Alice gasped, her
voice choked by arousal. But Belinda, resolute, drew these down over
Alice's bottomcheeks and then down her sleek thighs. Belinda turned Alice
to face the desk, hands on Alice's bare hips. "Bend forward," Belinda
commanded.
"Ma'am! Please!" Alice protested, but a hand at her back forced her
down. Alice gasped and let out a babyish gurgle as her full breasts bumped
down upon the top of her desk. She felt a hand caress the inner cheeks of
her bottom. "Don't tighten yourself," Belinda said in a motherly voice of
Alice's clenching moon. Alice looked up to see, in a reflection upon glass,
Belinda wetting a finger in her mouth. Then the finger came to Alice's
derriere and the young girl felt it worm its way between her cheeks,
parting them to touch her anus. But, by centimeters, the anus escaped the
inspection. The office door opened unexpectedly.
Alice's head flashed to one side to gape at the intruder. Belinda
looked up, startled. Her finger in Alice's heinie paused. Then, almost
vindictively, it drove straight into Alice's rectum, up to the first knuckle,
inspecting it after all.
"Oook!" Alice cried, the cheeks of her face puffing. Instinctively she
compressed her bottom cheeks as hard as she could, to protect against
further intrusion, but at the same time inadvertently trapping the probing
finger. Her ankles kicked up, the skirt still around them.
The interloper was a man. He stood in the open doorway, dressed in
a business suit, with eyes that meant business as well. If he noticed
Alice he did not show it. "He is waiting," the man said to Belinda. The
woman modestly bowed her head. She withdrew her finger from Alice's
clenching bottom. She pulled a kleenex from a box and wiped her finger
slowly. Alice did not know what to do with herself. She remained over
the desk, just as Belinda had placed her. It was as if she was frozen with
fright and embarrassment. The man advanced on the two females. He
regarded Belinda, then Alice. "A new toy?" the man asked Belinda.
"A new friend," Belinda replied. "Alice, get up. We have company."
The girl rose and turned to face the man with the greatest of emotional
discomfort. Now that she had showed him her bottom, she was showing
him her front too. Bashfully she put her fingers over her pussy. The man
regarded her dispassionately.
"She is coming, I presume?" the man asked Belinda.
"I haven't asked her."
"Oh," the man replied.
"We shall be down in a minute," Belinda said, regaining her
composure. The man nodded, turned, walked out.
Belinda turned to Alice. "Forgive me," Belinda said. Tears came to
her eyes. Alice, despite her nudity, took on a look of deep compassion for
her weeping boss. "I must be whipped tonight," Belinda said. "Have you
ever been whipped?"
"Why, no ma'am!" Alice said, shocked. Belinda stiffened, regarded her
young charge. The tears stopped flowing.
"Please help me," Belinda said. "I cannot face him alone."
"What-what is going to happen to you?" Alice asked. Her nubile
young flesh seemed to shimmer before the woman, all curves and
compactness, guileless beauty.
"I-I'm into leather," Belinda replied. "It's my release from being the
boss all day. But it frightens me every time. Tonight I must be whipped
most severely, by a man who would dwarf Hercules in power."
"N-No," Alice said. She lifted a hand and touched the disheveled
locks that trailed across Belinda's cheeks.
"Please help me," Belinda said. "I swear he will not touch you. I
need you to be there with me."
"Of course," Alice said, without even considering the implications.
She had always helped people, unflinchingly, even when it seemed not in
her best interest.
"Come, we must dress you," Belinda said, and reached weakly for
Alice's blouse. She put it back on the girl.
A few minutes later the two females, looking as dignified as any
women of America's work force, walked briskly from the tall office
tower. A limousine was waiting for them. They entered it, the door held
open for them by the man who had sought them. Then the car sped away.
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