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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
LIQUID PLEASURES
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Chapter Eleven
Los Angeles has seen many marvels, and is even in the business of
creating them. But even to decadent Los Angelenos, the sight of two
nude girls piloting a limousine down the street is not an everyday
phenomenon.
"Good God! We're not wearing any clothes!" Susie blurted.
"You just figured that out, huh?" Melanie asked. She was driving
the car with the easy air of an expert now, though the vehicle wouldn't
have known it, for it meandered all over the road. The limo barely
missed an oncoming car as Melanie gazed at two boys walking down the
street. The car's driver shouted a curse, but Melanie didn't hear.
"What are we going to do?" Susie asked, a frantic note to her
voice.
"I don't know, and we don't have any money either, unless you can
find some in an ashtray or something," Melanie said. At once Susie
yanked open the nearest ashtray.
Susie was unburdening the car's glove compartment in a search
for cash when Melanie pulled up, with a bit of a jolt, in front of a red
light. She was sitting waiting for the light, scrunched down in her seat
as far as possible, when she heard a whistle. She looked to her side,
out the driver's window.
A passenger in a diesel rig, unshaven and looking in need of a
bath, leered down at Melanie. There was no escaping this man's stare.
No matter how far Melanie scrunched down, he could look right down
into her lap. Susie looked up from her work and realized that the limo's
moonroof accorded the big truck's passenger an almost equally good
view of her. Susie dove into the well of her seat.
"He's looking at us!" Susie screeched in a low voice to Melanie.
"Yeah," Melanie said. "And he's not even supposed to be looking at
me. I'm just a minor." Her full breasts jiggled as she spoke. Suddenly
Melanie sat up straight in her seat. She looked the man square in the
face. "Child molester!" Melanie yelled, and gave the man the
raspberries. Then, not even caring that the light was still red, she sped
off.
The next insurmountable difficulty the girls found themselves
presented with was in front of a red light at a busy intersection. Cars
raced past, offering no opening for escape. Beside them, this time on
their right, was a school bus full of boys in football uniforms. They
gawked down at the girls, and several looked like they had begun to
masturbate. The bus's driver, a stolid middle aged woman, did not at
once understand the cause of the commotion her boys were making.
After several futile attempts to quiet them by gazing up at her
rearview mirror and yelling, she happened to look to her left. There, in
all their delectable nudity, sat Melanie and Susie. The woman put her
hand to her chest. Her eyes widened.
The light changed and Melanie sped off. The school bus sat at the
light, engine idling.
"I think she's dead!" One of the boys on the bus said of their
driver, who now slumped lifeless in her seat. Two boys, not caring at
the condition of the driver but very keen on Melanie and Susie, yanked
at the controls next to the driver which opened the bus's front door. A
moment later both the bus's front door and its emergency door at the
rear stood wide open. Boys in football uniforms poured out into the
street, hoping somehow to catch the girls in the limo. With remorse
they realized that the light had changed to green and the limo was gone.
They stared off into the distance, trying to catch sight of the magical
vehicle, wondering if it had all been a mirage.
"Maybe we should go to the police," Susie said as the limo sped
along, its way marked by swerving vehicles and leaping pedestrians.
"Like this?!" Melanie said.
"Well, I guess we could go to my grandmomma's house," Susie
said.
"Yes! Let's do that!" Melanie said. "I hate my mother and she'd
give me royal Hell if she ever saw me pull up like this...naked and
driving a limo!"
"Well, I like my grandmomma," Susie said. "But I still don't like
the idea of trying to explain to her how I got into this mess!"
The girls made for the apartment of Susie's grandmother. Not
having any car, the woman had no use for a garage. The girls pulled up
alongside the curb of the street in their limo. Furtively they glanced
around.
"The coast looks clear," Melanie said. "Let's make a break for it!"
"Okay, cross your fingers," Susie said. She made to open the door
on her side of the car when she realized there was a meter pole
blocking it. "I can't get out! You parked right next to a stupid meter
pole!" Susie cried. The blonde turned and spilled out the driver's side of
the car behind Melanie. Together they made for the steps that led up to
the old brownstone.
As the girls raced up the steps to the front door of the apartment
building a nerd stepped out, his nose buried in a Playboy. He caught
sight of Susie and Melanie just as they raced past, their succulent
breasts and bottoms jiggling with every step. The nerd missed his own
step as he stared in delighted stupefaction at the girl's retreating
forms, and tumbled down the brownstone's steps.
To their delight the girls found Susie's grandmother's apartment
empty, and a note from the woman on the refrigerator saying that she
was out shopping for groceries. Both girls collapsed in exhausted
relief on chairs at the kitchen table.
"Do you think we should call 911?" Melanie asked.
"You mean, like, to report Elaine?" Susie said.
"Yeah, what she did to us. I could get her in real trouble telling
what she did to me," Melanie said.
"Like, you're going to stand up in court and say she stuck a dildo
up your butt?" Susie asked.
"Well, uh..." Melanie said.
"I think we got a free limo out of the deal," Susie said.
"Hey! You're right!" Melanie crowed. "If she's afraid of me putting
her in jail, she'll never come looking for her limo!"
"Now we just have to decide how to divide it up between us,"
Susie said. "I live in Nebraska, you know."
"Great!" Melanie said. "I'm supposed to live with my mother here
in L.A. for the next nine months. Joint custody, don't you know. My dad
lives in Hawaii."
"Hawaii? Wow!" Susie gushed.
"Yeah, but anyway, I can run away!" Melanie cried.
"Run away?" Susie asked. Girls in Nebraska didn't do that sort of
thing.
"Sure, I've always wanted to, but I've been afraid to," Melanie
said. "After I met Gloria last week in Waikiki and learned she lived in
L.A. I asked if I could run away and live with her. But she said no. She
said I could only be with her when mom said I could. But now I could go
with you!"
"But I only have one airplane ticket," Susie said.
"And a limo," Melanie said. "Cash in your ticket for money and
let's drive to Nebraska."
An hour later Susie's grandmother came home and found a note on
her refrigerator:
"Dear Grandma, I love you, but I'm homesick. I've gone home early
to Nebraska. A girl I met is driving me. Love, Susie."
"Tch! Tch! I guess I'll have to call her mother," Susie's
grandmother remarked to herself. "That girl is such a wallflower. It's
a pity such a pretty girl should be so shy. I guess she'll wind up being a
nun!"
Susie and Melanie sped along the freeway heading east, vowing
never again to fall into the hands of a domineering older woman. At the
same time they spoke glowingly of Las Vegas, and the pleasures that
surely awaited them there. Sparkling lights, beautiful women wearing
the latest fashions, upscale gentlemen in abundance, and fat wallets.
They joked of getting extra money for their trip by whoring in Vegas.
Certainly the effect of Elaine's training had not entirely evaporated
from their minds.
Melanie was a spunky young girl, unafraid of adventure. Her eyes
tended to be bigger than her stomach, however. Susie was a few inches
taller, and several degrees cooler. She seemed enveloped in a mix of
shyness and regal indifference. Her stay at Elaine's had tipped the
balance in favor of the latter.
The first night the girls stayed at a little inn on the border of a
desert that separated California from Nevada. A bit frightened at being
all alone together, they nonetheless relished their solitude. It was nice
to take a normal bath for once and hop into bed for the purpose of sleep.
In their dreams, however, hunky men floated, driven on by older women
with whips to fuck Melanie and Susie. Were these nightmares, or
fantasies?
Susie woke up bathed in sweat. The air conditioner in the wall
was going full blast, and the air in the room felt cool, yet Susie was
perspiring. She looked down at Melanie, who lay beside her, her knees
tucked under her chin and whimpering. Susie brushed Melanie's brown
locks from her forehead. It felt hot. "Mmm, please!" Melanie
whimpered. "MmmM!"
"Melanie, wake up, you're having a nightmare!" Susie said.
"Hunh? What?" Melanie asked. She looked up at Susie with groggy
eyes. "Who are you?"
"I'm Susie, silly!" the blonde said.
"Oh!" Melanie suddenly came awake. "Susie! You wouldn't believe
it! I was tied up and this man was screwing me! And I was loving it!"
"Sounds like my dream," Susie said. "Any women with whips in
it?"
"No, but a lady with a riding crop. She used it to hit me! And
afterward I kissed her crop and thanked her!"
"It's just what Elaine did to us," Susie said. "We wouldn't really
love that sort of thing, would we?"
"I hope not," Melanie said. She cuddled into Susie's arms. "Susie,
will you protect me?" Melanie asked in a little girl's voice. Her eyes
gazed deep into Susie's, their faces only centimeters apart.
"Yes, if you'll protect me," Susie said.
"Thank you," Melanie said, and kissed Susie on the lips. She
snuggled against her blonde friend and fell back to sleep. Susie gazed
up at the ceiling, listening to the gentle, rhythmic breathing of her
friend. Melanie's thigh shifted and rubbed across Susie's clitoris.
Susie shivered. She closed her eyes and began counting sheep, hoping
for sleep. Soon the sheep were sporting big penises, and instead of
jumping a fence they jumped a kneeling Susie. The sheep transformed
into rams, and as each passed overhead Susie lifted her bottom, hoping
to be impaled.
It didn't take long for Susie and Melanie to make friends in Las
Vegas. In fact, it seemed as if the whole world wanted to be their
friend. The girls settled on an older man and his wife as companions.
They were named Martin and Beverly. Martin, despite being in his mid-
forties, was awesome. The girls loved flirting with him, because the
presence of his wife made him safe. Other males would sit nearby,
dreaming of dominating the girls, while Susie and Melanie strutted
their stuff, all under the protection of Martin, who in turn was kept at
bay by Beverly. Or so the girls thought.
It was the girl's third day in Las Vegas and they were soaking up
the morning sun by the hotel pool, relishing the warmth of the desert
sun upon their bodies. Other men, scattered around the pool, were
relishing the girls. Both were in stringy bikinis, loosely tied.
"Oh, Martin, will you do my back for me?" Melanie purred, reaching
back and untying her top. Martin obliged, smoothing away the strings of
her bikini from the golden curve of her back. Melanie untied the string
of her bra that looped about the back of her neck as Martin squirted
suntan lotion into his palm. Melanie lifted her chest slightly off her
chaise lounge and pulled her little bra out from underneath her. She
flung it at Susie. The blonde squealed, turning her head away, the bra
hitting her on the side of the face.
"That does it, girl! You won't see this again!" Susie said. She
plucked the discarded bra from her lap and walked over to a trash can.
She dropped it in. Melanie mewed, begging Susie to return her bra.
Martin, meanwhile, began applying the sun tan lotion in long, easy
strokes to her back. When he had finished he got up and dove into the
pool. For awhile Melanie contented herself with getting a tan, but then
her thoughts returned to her lost bra.
Imprecations on the part of Melanie, addressed to Martin and
Beverly, did nothing to get her bra back. Soon the girl was asking any
male who passed by, but she had managed to snub all of them over the
previous two days and none of them would lift a finger to help her.
They were, however, all eager to see Melanie go get her bra herself.
"Susie dear, we've been invited to a private party at a friend's
house this afternoon and Martin and I were wondering if you girls would
like to come?" Beverly asked languidly of Susie as they sipped
cocktails by the pool.
"It sounds fun!" Susie said. "Melanie, you want to go to a party?"
"As soon as I get my top back," Melanie said dolefully.
"You shouldn't throw it at people," Susie said.
"I'm sorry," Melanie said. "Pleeese? I need my top, Susie!"
"You used my toothbrush last night, remember?" Susie said. "To
clean your brushes and combs. And you didn't even apologize. You
thought it was funny!"
"Pleeese?" Melanie whined.
"What shall we wear to the party, Beverly?" Susie asked, ignoring
the girl.
"Oh, clothing isn't important," Beverly said with a wave of her
hand.
"PLEEESE?" Melanie cried. Martin walked up to Susie and Beverly,
toweling himself.
"Finished with your swim, darling?" Beverly asked.
"Yeah, let's go up to our room," Martin said. Susie and Beverly
began packing up their things. Suddenly Melanie, seeing that she was
about to be left all alone with a dozen strange men and no bra, got up
from her chaise lounge. Susie and Beverly looked up in surprise as the
girl padded past them, hands to her breasts and head hung low. Then
they burst out laughing.
Melanie found herself in a bit of a predicament when she reached
the garbage can. She had to scrunch up her forearm to cover both her
breasts as best she could whilst she reached down into the garbage can
with her other hand.
"Phew! This thing stinks!" Melanie cried, leaping up from the can
with her bra in her hand. She twirled the bra around, trying to relieve
it from any odors it might have picked up from the inside of the can.
The whole crowd by the pool watched her, the females laughing at her
predicament and the males drinking it in.
"Look, mom! That girl lost her bra in a garbage can!" a little boy
cried, only now coming to an awareness of Melanie's difficulties.
"I can't wear this! It stinks!" Melanie cried to Susie and Beverly.
The two females broke into a new round of laughter over their friend.
"Gaaa!" Melanie cried suddenly, and, throwing her bra aside, went
dashing into the hotel, hands over her breasts, hair streaming behind
her. The little boy went running for Melanie's bra, and his mother,
leaping from her chaise lounge, went running after him.
The girls were dressed casually that afternoon, even
provocatively. Susie had on a little mini skirt, with zippered slits on
each side, which she had conveniently failed to zip down very far.
Above she wore a halter top with no bra, while spaghetti strap heels
accentuated her miles of legs. Melanie, perhaps opting for low budget
attire after losing her expensive bikini bra, had on cut off jeans that
had to struggle to cover the cheeks of her bottom. Along the sides of
her thighs the jeans were slit nearly to her waist. Panties had also
been cut from Melanie's wardrobe, and as she walked the loose fabric of
her pants occasionally let slip a flash of her pubis at the juncture of
her thighs. Above a peasant frock bared her shoulders and tummy,
covering only her wiggly bra-less breasts. Spiked heels lofted her
bottom high, where it rolled in time to her steps.
The girls' heels clicked up the driveway of the home of Martin and
Beverly's friends. Martin strolled between them, each girl having
insisted on holding one of his hands. Beverly, far from looking put out,
seemed to accept the girlish impudence with pleasure.
The house sat by itself at the end of a street. The nearest home
was a good 200 yards away. The girls passed cacti as they walked,
their eyes wondering at the strange people of the far West who made
gardens with cacti instead of flowers. Susie thought of how many
times she'd fallen into her mother's flower bed, playing as a little girl.
These cacti were certainly no place to fall!
Martin rang the doorbell and a woman answered. The girls were
startled to see that she was barely older than they were. Her hair
tumbled over her shoulders in a mass of brown curls. Her face, though
it hardly needed it, was exquisitely made up. Though she wore heels,
her only attire was a fluffy white towel wrapped about her middle.
Lustrous young breasts seemed to yearn to pop out of the top of her
towel, while at the bottom it seemed even the slightest movement
would reveal the curls of her labia. The girl broke into a smile, like a
sunbeam bursting through a cloud. Susie and Melanie felt a sense of
competition. They squeezed Martin's hands tightly.
The foursome trooped inside and met the girl's husband. He was
named Bill, and his wife Anna. He was as old as Martin and just as
handsome. Susie and Melanie found themselves wanting to vie for the
attention of Bill just as they did for Martin. Strangely, Bill seemed as
disinterested in attire as his wife. He wore only a blue bathrobe,
belted about the middle. He smoked a pipe.
"Well, you certainly have made some excellent friends," Bill said
to Martin of the girls.
"Yes indeed, and they're quite a handful too," Martin said, looking
down at Susie and Melanie. "You should have seen them quibbling out by
the pool this afternoon!"
"Susie threw my bra in the garbage can!" Melanie blurted.
"Well, don't throw it at people, then," Susie said airily.
"C'mon out back!" Bill said with a wave of his hand. His wife took
his hand and, towel riding up over the base of her bottom, she walked
with him to a sliding glass door that led out onto the deck of a pool.
Susie wondered at the woman. Didn't she care that her bottom was
visible to them?
The girls stepped through the opening in the glass door with
Martin. Beverly followed behind, her eyes on the girls.
A pool lay before them, sparkling in the summer sun. A wall
enclosed the small yard, fencing it off from the desert beyond. To one
side was a grove of trees, and, curiously, beneath the trees, dappled by
shade, were several large mattresses. The nearest one abutted against
the girl's heels.
"What are all these mattresses doing by your pool?" Melanie
asked. Susie too was puzzled, though deep down she began to divine a
decadent use the mattresses might be put to.
Anna tugged at her towel. It fell from her, revealing her stunning
figure. Susie failed to stifle a gasp. Melanie too let out a little yelp.
This was to be a party alfresco in the truest sense, with even their
bodies openly displayed to one another. Impulsively, Susie grabbed
Martin's hand with both of hers as she watched Anna kneel down and
place her knees on the nearest mattress. Still wearing her heels, Anna
crawled onto it. Bill opened his robe. His penis grew in size even as
Susie and Melanie watched. He dropped down onto the mattress and
crawled over to his wife. She nestled in his arms. A little refrigerator
sat right next to the mattress where Bill and Anna reclined. Bill
reached over Anna and pulled open the door to the refrigerator. Anna,
being the nearer of the two to the refrigerator, now reached in and
drew forth a cocktail. Susie glimpsed other glasses, prepared and
waiting to be consumed, also sitting in the refrigerator. Languidly
Anna raised the straw which stemmed from her cocktail and took a sip.
Then she held the glass aloft to her husband, who took a sip in turn.
Returning the straw then to her own lips, Anna lifted her eyes to her
guests. There wasn't the slightest trace of embarrassment in her eyes.
"Girls, shall we?" Martin asked his two nubile charges. Susie and
Melanie looked up at him in shock. Each attempted to pull her hand
away, to disengage herself from the man, but he held them fast. Susie
returned her free hand to Martin's and attempted to pry her trapped
hand loose. Martin slipped his palm over both Susie's wrists and held
them together in his hand. Melanie suffered a similar fate at almost
the same moment.
Susie felt the back of her miniskirt being lifted. In horror, she
looked over her shoulder to see Beverly casually lift up her little skirt
and inspect her bare bottom.
"Bev, please!" Susie said, pleading with this woman who only
moments ago she had counted as a trusted friend, despite her flirtation
with the woman's husband.
"It is too quick for them," Anna said suddenly, rising to her knees.
It was impossible for her to stand on the mattress in her four inch
spiked heels, so she simply backed off it on her knees. Then she rose,
standing next to the refrigerator. "You girls must not be used to
partying naked," Anna said. There was a smile of triumph on her face,
as if she had just bested equals.
"Martin! H-How could you do this to us?" Susie stammered.
"How could I not?" Martin replied. Anna walked over to where her
towel lay on the grass and retrieved it. Picking it up, she once more
wrapped it about her scrumptious figure. The tops of her areolas
peeped above her towel.
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